The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Dawnevyn J River Aug 28

A day off the map
no lighthouse hikes
no ferry tickets in my pocket
just the cabin walls
the pines breathing slow outside

I roll up green quiet
let the smoke curl through
the screen door cracks
the air tastes like lakewater
and cedar

a chapter or two, maybe more
the book heavy in my lap
but light enough to drift away from
when Ethel Cain's voice
slips into my ears clean and close
like she's laying right beside me

no rush, no reason
the world can go on spinning its errands
while I stay here
in bed,
half ******, half reading,
all the way alive
in the hush of Tobermory

Penned in stillness, on a day without plans, beneath Tobermory’s skies

#roadtrip #vacation #tobermory #nature #calm #rest

Ashi Jain Aug 28

If I ?

If I cut open my veins
will my sorrow flow out with the blood?
If I smash my skull and brain
will I find myself in the thoughts that flood?

If I carve out my eyes
will they finally stop weeping?
If I tear out my tongue
will it finally stop speaking?

If I slash my face
will I miss the beauty I never saw?
If I ****** out my heart
Will I see anything but my flaw?

If I carve out my lungs
will I finally be able to breathe?
If I slash open my stomach
will I finally be able to eat?

If I banish all my thoughts
will I finally be able to sleep?
If I get rid of all the shame
will I finally be able to weep?

Mercury Aug 28

Homesickness

I have this strange feeling. My heart longs for a place.
It’s a strange ache, I’ve never been able to name.

Sometimes I wonder, maybe that’s where you are.
And all these oceans between are what keep us apart.

They say you find your home when you follow your heart.
And maybe mine is already there, waiting in your arms.

#love #heart #home

Geof Spavins Aug 28

Tops Off (and Tender)

by Geof – Mischief-Maker

I’m the hand with intention, the gaze with a glow,
The one who says “breathe” when the rhythm is slow.
I’m the top with a toolkit of velvet and care,
Who’ll whisper your safeword and braid your hair.

I’m the compass of holding, the anchor, the tease,
The one who brings aftercare wrapped in a breeze.
I’m the dom with a diary, the switch with a plan,
Who’ll kiss every bruise like a gentleman can.

I’ve got swagger in satin, and kindness in kink,
A mind that’s ******, and sharper than you think.
I’m the queer-hearted captain with roses and rope,
Who’ll lift you with laughter and **** up your hope.

So cheers to the tops, the fierce and the sweet,
To the ones who bring structure, surrender, and heat.
We’re the pulse of the ritual, the beat in the blend,
With a crown made of care and a touch that can mend.

The Blue Bottles Aug 28

Mortality

I live in the unfortunate reality
where death does not always mean mortality
where we must constantly question morality
and the people are turning to brutality

I am afraid.

#mortality #life