The latest poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison Sep 24

We were once as the breeze is,
Floating fluently,
Unnoticeably,
Above the heads of others.
To our merit,
We may have caused worry,
In the eyes of the lily jumpers.
They didn't want us to turn to wind,
Blowing away what they had.
     Though time does tick,
     And to their credit,
     Maybe the worry was credible.
     It'll be a little harder not to notice we,
     As we've grown a little stronger,
     Than the breeze.

Friendship may not be all about the history. I for one can't remember the days of lore, but I still harbor this connection now.

Abbott J Hardison Sep 24

Ode To The Last Era

Have all the sunny days gone away?
The smile of a warm morning,
Appears to be lost.
Where are the lovely people?
Lost in their dreams,
Staring up into the clouds,
As the afternoon grows long.
I miss the town square,
Full of life.
Bring it back,
The warm days we had.
If only I wished on that flower,
When I had a chance.

The universe knows best when it's time for us to move along. It will shut a door on you, leaving you begging for it to reopen, but it won't. Not now. Life will cut you from what you wanted, so you can find what you need.
May the doors of uncertainty treat you kindly!

Yonah Jeong Sep 24

Pioneer

Seek the night
Hidden in the rain
Light the fire
Shake the sun.

Lostling Sep 24

Unsent IV

I want you to fix me

The way you gave me life
I want you to hear me

Behind all the lies
I want you to hold me

But guess I’m too old
I wanted to tell you

But fear is too cold
I want your approval

But that flame is dead
I want you to save me

Before I am too

Written by the little boy in the attic. He wants to disappear.
Don’t tell anyone.

#empty #crying #understand #please #sorry #fix #broken #listen #disappear

Onoma Sep 24

Seaweed Sits

Not for nothin'...

a piece of seaweed sits

on a lens trying to

measure perception.

Picked off, black &

white.

Doling over a hole.

Usha Sep 24

Memory To ☕😞

After you left, the house kept its rooms—
but life abandoned every wall and door.
Only your echo stayed, a quiet ache,
and the slow, steady fall of my tears.

You never turned, never called, never left a trace;
only the memory that learned your voice by heart.
You loved poems—so I planted verses in your name,
each line a lantern burning through the dark.

I write because the world forgets to wait;
I write because your absence taught me how to speak.
These pages are the last home of what we were—
my small, fierce proof that you once lived here.

If ever a wind should find your eyes, read them—
my last letters of longing, folded into rhyme.
Until then I keep our days in ink and ache,
and wait with a gentle hope that never dies.

— Usha Maniar

#usha #empire #set #true #story