The latest poems on Hello Poetry

jeffrey conyers Sep 23

I said it.
I meant it.
And no apology.
Least not coming from me.

I spoke it with honesty and truth.
If struck a nerve?
Then it must be some truth to it.

Just know I said it.
And I meant it.
So, don't ever come for an apology.

You spoke it.
I took it.
We just have ways of seeing different things.

Nolan Bucsis Sep 23

Often Reliable

I used to have
Hope for a better
Day.

Some kinda motivation
I can crystalize into the
Optimism of finding a new
Song to sing me past
The doldrums,
Of another
Dreary day.

Fantasies of better times
A rest from all these
Raw elements
Scarring my face
With weathered
Time.

And just beyond that horizon
Past the public transit
The public parks
There was gonna be a place
For me,
To just be myself.

But I found myself
Inside my self
All by myself.

And he got tired
Of hoping for a better
Tomorrow.

He just deals with right now,
And I didn't disappear,
Or dream,
I just keep myself
To myself.

Tomorrow might be better,
Or it might not,
But it's often reliable.

alia Sep 23

September 24th. (another birthday without you.)

Dear Papa,

Another year passes, and somehow the missing never lessens. I've
grown older, but part of me is still that child waiting for you to come home. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if you were still here, would I laugh louder? would I feel safer? would I walk with more confidence?

Mama carries your strength, but I can see in her eyes that she still carries the ache too. Every time I hear stories about you, it feels both like a gift and wound. A gift because it brings you closer, a wound because it reminds me of everything I've lost.

I try to believe that Allah S.W.T has given you peace, that one day, we'll meet again. Until then, I'll hold onto the love you left behind.

Love,
Alia.

The acceptance has not got to me yet. I still find it hard to accept that you're gone. But to think that it has been around 12 - 13 years without you makes me feel so weak.

dude Sep 23

pathetic

whats the remainder
when we divide me and you
how did i become a stranger
that you just walk right through

Mia Sep 23

Smothered

The air now, it’s still.
No scalded skin. No smoke in my lungs.
Just breathing in, breathing again,
and a cold that I don’t mind waking up to.

I used to run towards the smell of a fire,
but sitting here, in the cold,
it feels like I was made for this.

I hate how nothing you say could catch to the tinder.
How your words fall like wet wood,
smoking without promise.

This chill, at least, is honest.
It holds no promises.
It would never ask me
to disappear
to keep it alive.

I will never forgive you

addy Sep 23

Crush On U

You're my school friend, but so much to me and perhaps to you
What if I put my hand in yours?
What if I kissed you softly
What if I ran my fingers through your short blond hair?
What if you looked at me in the same way?
What if we were meant for each other
What if I told you how I feel
what if

The Blue Bottles Sep 23

A little piece of you and me

I met you in the summer, a few days into school
You liked that I liked Minecraft
I thought that you looked so cool
Just a year younger, but you talk like an old gay man
We both wanted to leave this town, fast and far as we can.

I was the sun, you the moon
didn't think it could happen so soon
fastest best friends, just like when we were small
I was surprised you wanted to be friends at all

you said I was a sponge, that was the funniest thing
I took all of your bad, and it didn't sting.
I hope you know, it was the same for me
if I was trapped in my head you set me free.

it's our 3rd year as friends
but now our first as more
I really hope I don't become a bore.

thank you puppy, for being so kind.
I'm sorry you're stuck with my poets mind.