The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Shambhavi 6d

Sceneries sleep beneath us,
Painted beautifully in silent grace.
But when they rise,
They might tear us apart.

If you know, u know🙃

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Tristan Corey 7d

My heart. My soul. My future.

  Mein Herz. Meine Seele. Meine Zukunft.

Still trapped in a cage you left behind.

  Noch immer gefangen in dem Käfig, den du zurückgelassen hast.

The key is mine. I feel it in my hand.

  Der Schlüssel gehört mir. Ich fühle ihn in meiner Hand.

So why can’t I bear to use it?

  Warum nur kann ich ihn nicht benutzen?

Me 7d

Always Forgiven

God has died,
And has moved
Right into your Heart as an
Idea a spark a thought an
Energy
You let it spin and
Grow
A plant still coming
Through the surface
Already Imagine
Your Open blossom

🩷

Zywa 7d

Am I, volatile

Writing to share
anonymously being
heard and read
Nothing more, please

No incense with plumes
for me, I share something
of all of us, I offer
mirror images of life

They are pieces
of my existence, not of me
At most, a single thought
comes from me

Collection "Lifeline"

#writing #sharing

Zywa 7d

[ Suddenly my hat ]

Suddenly my hat

flies up, how ridiculous --

I am standing here.

Collection "Lifeline"

#image #identity

Zywa 7d

[ In the staff car you ]

In the staff car you

don't see much of the city --

you see only cars.

Autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Een avond met vader' (An evening with father) - Den Haag

Collection "Trench Walking"

#city #cars

Zywa 7d

[ His caressing hand ]

His caressing hand

over my body, followed --

too tensely by me.

"Dagboek 1968-1969" ("Diary 1968-1969", 2010, Frida Vogels), July 7th, 1968 in Cupra Marittima

Collection "Trench Walking"

#love #caresses #makinglove