The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Onoma Sep 20

Fed

A sun-dried fish

caught in a fan,

lifts silence.

Its expository

burn marks.

Fed.

zdebb Sep 20

we come again to the season
when what we think we see
is bent and the hands that reach
to straighten are then bent.

when throughout this land
at every turn hourly, we
are bought by the rhythmic
chants that despite knowing better,
should know better.

there is an odd balance,
between amounts, wealth, annuity,
versus the naked broken truth
and the persistent questions
of why should we do that
to ourselves and each other
and how quickly we unlisten.

i am inelegant in my despair
powerless as bird in net.
i am near desperate with
desire to clean floors and windows
and shake by the shoulders
the cringing elite and the
folding others; decide, i plead, that
we are one, and speak it that way.

#politics #political

Lillith Sep 20

Untitled

You ask if I see you—
not the version I’ve imagined,

but the one who hesitates
before naming what she feels.

I see the quiet questions
you carry like folded notes
tucked behind your ribs,
half-written, half-known.

You say you’re not a good person,
but I’ve watched you care
in ways that don’t ask for credit—
just closeness.

I don’t need you certain.
I don’t need you defined.
I just need you honest—
and you already are.

So yes, I see you.
Not as perfect,
but as someone I’d stay for,
even in the spaces
you’re still learning to name.

would i ever dream
of telling you who to be
well, the answer is never
to that one, dear

i'll be here
in any way you need
whether i can gather the courage
to start a spark

yourself is you
i hope you can bloom
whether that is in my direction
or not,
i'll be here
your friend

you're worth staying for

zdebb Sep 20

note from apple river canyon #1

these are
fixtures,

daily grinding superficial.

with little
resemblance to the

prophets we pray to.

desperate men with facile
tongues,

perfect answers
to petty, practiced
questions.

and they, being so many with
one discernible face,

one alterable religion,
liquid to the palms of

deathly thirsty children,

aim

where aim would do

the most
to damage

and we

fail

victim

with only ourselves

to blame.

#politics

Mey-owkai Sep 20

Our yearn for depiction

Our desire for emotion in people's craft often forges our unseen path that sometimes may lead to confusion in the process—which sometimes leaves us to hunger for what still lies beyond.

To put it simply, it is about how we get inspired by people without understanding their journey. Everyone's path is unique, so we might not achieve the same results, leading to confusion and making us keep searching for how to get there ourselves.

PS. In the process of our search, our ideas broaden, which can shift our preferences (mostly).

#depiction #idea #style #soul #forgery #craft #unseen #unknown #inspiration #admiration

Steve Page Sep 20

Beyond this darkness

The hardest thing back then
was recognising the joys -
often hidden in plain sight
often throttled by the noise
but not without a fight.

So later, we knew the joys
by their red tears
by their diamond belief
that even in the discord
their clarity would remain
that the deepest caves
will give echo to truth
beyond this darkness.

Praying through this present darkness.

#pray #truth #dark #discord