The latest poems on Hello Poetry

maria Sep 21

thoughts

endless rest but not aware to experience it.
no worries, no heartbreak, but where am i to relish it.
you keep moving towards what goal,
ink to paper, finger to key,
but what is it really?

everyone thinks about death partially,
but some of us are gnawed by it,
when we're so tired -
can't give up but can't give in.

if i look too far in advance,
i don't see an advantage,
i don't see a moment of rest,
i see a cog like the rest.

but really, there is no 'rest.'
it's just us, it's just here what we see.
may writing and reading be a reprieve,
may expressing my mind be received.

i'm tired, tired, tired,
but life has been so much harder for others.
if anything, i'm embarrassed that the weight of a feather
feels like the weight of the world.

S R Mats Sep 21

On Bloodied Hands and Knees

I have clawed and crawled out of my past
On bloodied hands and knees,
Seeking to find a higher ground
Level beneath my feet.

Having found a piece somewhat less rocky
I was finally able to stand.
So, please, for the love of God,
Stop trying to drag me back again.

I did not ignore it, but dealt with my hurt.
Over the decades, I've done the work
In order to have some peace.
And now at long last, I've found relief.

Stop dragging up what's past.

Glen Gormley Sep 21

Football

I want to set the record straight, to put this thing to bed.
This thing of saying soccer, just remove it from your head.
The sport is known as football to all that love the game.
So please don’t call it soccer, or any other name.
And whilst we’re on this subject, those boots upon your feet.
Have studs stuck on the bottom, what’s this nonsense about cleats?
When no one wins it’s called a draw, it’s not a tie you know.
When no one scores we call it nil, so please don’t say zero.
We play the game upon a pitch, cows graze in a field.
So in some words you understand, please stop, please quit, please yield!

It's football not soccer. justmywords.uk

#soccer #football

nivek Sep 21

a poets weave

one night of sleep
one day for awake

imagination spins her webs
weaves days and nights

one night for a star
one day for Sun

on this a mind rests
a heart beats.

Glen Gormley Sep 21

Good Bad Why

Mankind really baffles me, and I’ve never understood.
How some can be so hateful yet others be so good.
DNA I hear you say, it’s all down to the genes.
But surely nurture matters or the lack of it, it seems.
At what age does it manifest, they way we’re going to be.
The good or bad that’s in us, when do we start to see.
Children can be cruel but they have yet to learn.
Do we ignore the warnings, no reason for concern?
Is how we are a lottery, just a toss of a god’s big dice.
One to three your nasty, four to six your nice?
But surely it’s not black and white we’ve all got both inside.
It’s just to me the good in some is what they choose to hide.
I wish I had the answer, but I know I’m very sure.
In this world where evils winning we need to find a cure.

justmywords.uk

#dna #good #evil

Antonella Sep 21

montre moi

Tu m’as montrée qui tu es
La chose la plus généreuse que tu n’as jamais pu me donner
Comme ça
J’ai su que je n’avais aucun autre choix
Autre que partir.

#breakup #rompre #amour #partir #lcherprise #sad #showme #toxic

C Conner Sep 21

Lost Innocence

You awoke to
Stand in the light
But found darkness and
Hands full of dust.
The tears dried to your skin
Like limestone
Next to your hollowed smile
And last laugh -
A gasp
And final groan.