The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Rubyredheart 6d

I wonder if you ever knew
the dreams you drew
into the palm of your hand
when first you drew my body close?
Those dreams they haunt
my silent screams eternally
as I long for you…
Desire taunts my heart tonight
as you have drawn away
to further stray
from these arms that reach to claim
(falsely claim) you as my Someday…
Though false these dreams,
they refuse to fade…
No, nothing can sway my mind
from thoughts of your palms
claiming my heart
grasping my waist
pulling me into your need…
Here pulsing a rhyme along this page
the beat of our music harnesses truth
(You still need me; I still love you)…

claim me, draw me, dream me

i wait

#lostlove

Zachary james mason 6d

why

going against pain
going by with adrenaline
trying to hide whats been there
but nothing can't stop the feeling of the past
feeling great but that's for a moment
thinking i'm smart but then WHY AM I LIKE THIS
trying to convince myself i'm okay
all i did was hide in a mask from my emotion
but it was just a mask nothing else

sonja benskin mesher 6d

.1510 the blockade.

pouring , one drop failed,
slow motion dropped
on white linen, split,
fascinating
watching the stain spread,
red drops as blood.

salted.

it will be double washed,
boiled. hot ironed.

ready.

Todd Sommerville 6d

Morning Love

Lying beside you
my hand upon your hip,
the soft warm feel of your skin.

I listen to you breathing,
smell the perfume in your hair,
another night I won't sleep again.

I take my rest in knowing,
that you are here with me.

A million words cannot express the way I feel.

You are the love story that I can never write,
I only pray you know that it is real.

You are the epic that I long to live,
you're my every sunset,
every flower, every song.

And as I watch you sleeping,
waiting just to make love to you.

I hope the coming morning won't take long.

This is one of my early works.
I just posted this on my you tube channel in my Pilot Mt. Moto-Vlog,
Poetry in Motion series.
I also posted it in my Crying in the Rain video if you're not interested in the Moto-Vlog
www.youtube.com/@tsummerspoetry

badwords 6d

“The Voice-Over”

.[Voice like broken glass in a silk sock].

In the beginning, there was grit and stubble,
And morning’s mirror, cracked in gospel light.
He shaved with steel, not for the look—
But ‘cause the world don’t treat the soft ones right.

He wears a scent distilled from job rejections,
And legal threats scrawled red on unpaid bills.
Top notes: divorce. Mid notes: eviction.
Base note? Charcoal. Regret. And sleeping pills.

Hard-Life™—a fragrance forged in fights you lost,
In bar tabs paid with teeth and bleeding pride.
It lingers long, like silence after news,
Or knowing you were right—when no one died.

No citrus here. No dreams of Tuscan beaches.
No musk of gods, or mountain air, or snow.
Just smoke and bootblack, diesel, final warnings—
The scent of men too stubborn not to show.

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pleblderblerbmerbcschrb 6d

Collaboration

Most are others.
Salt to fresh -
an estuary,
Cindy and Harry,
he and her.

A cell misplaced,
though intentional,
carried indefinitely within.

It makes no sense, but when she drinks,
his room begins to spin.

Q 6d

Snow, Birch and loving Bones

The snow crunched
Underneath my sandals
As I walked along the seashore.
It was there a grove of birch trees stood
Ever since childhood, I often swore
Yet I saw them stand tall no more
White as ever
And as banded as any snake
Yet their branches had broken and withered
In the time I had gone.
Ice had split the trunks in half and no matter how I tried to glue them back together
It was far too splintered and cracked
Winter had taken it's toll
On this Birchwood heart of mine.

#friendshiploss #lonely #sadness #winter #heartbroken