The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Espi Rivera 4h

Trying to make it through this life
On dreams that we will reunite and there’ll be better days
Only time can tell
I know you want to cry
You’re eyes are filled with hurt
Let’s cry together
I’m in a bind
The past I can’t leave behind
Life isn’t easy
It’s not always breezy
I can tell you this now,
You have to be strong
Even when everything seems so wrong
Go onward even when it’s rough
My words you need to heed
One day I’ll be in the lead
My mind will no longer bleed
Trying to make it through this life
On dreams that we will reunite and there’ll be better days

Some days are rough and poetry helps! Wishes and dreams can only make days better!

Khoisan 5h

I know what I did last winter.

I
know
how cold it was
and
how cold I were
you looked inside my heart
snowed asunder,
alone
you
stood
Frozen
by what I have chosen.

A true Confession of instability.

#seperation

girlinflames 5h

You placed me on a pedestal

You love me so much
So much
So much
So much
You placed me on a pedestal
So high
So high
So high
That if I fall—
I won’t survive the drop.

#love #relationships #vulnerability #fear #trust #poetry

The Blue Bottles 5h

April 15

2nd year a sophmore turning 16
cant wait for the day that I can leave
happy birthday too you, finally free
whose going to dead and gone at 13
dead and gone at 13.

wondering what I'm gonna do
stuck down here without you
I don't want to live alone
its so quite now you're gone
I'm so tired calling your phone
to no answer and a voicemail clone

I'm sorry

inspired by August 16

#dead #grief #fear

Espi Rivera 5h

He Who Wanders

He wandered in the night
The stars shining light on his depraved soul
He whispered to the sky
“Any stranger that comes to me will know true misery”
He kept his promise to the universe
Assaulting, murdering, harassing
Charm and deception saving him from the horrors of life
During the day , he was a father and dutiful husband
During the night he was a cold blooded murderer

#cold #blooded #nightwalker

girlinflames 5h

Where Is the Water?

Sometimes I think my verses are bare and raw.
The same way I believe I have a way with words,
I feel I don’t.

Sometimes I wish I could shape them,
so they wouldn’t be so direct—
that I could mold them
like water atoms between my fingers.

I don’t know.
Strange.

I just don’t want to be
so dry,
sometimes.

#writing #poetry #vulnerability #metaphor #creativity #self #reflection