What did they not get to do that you are doing?
20 responses
they did not get to enjoy
the easiness of the wind
the laziness of a beach
the comfort of a poem
let alone hot water
running by itself
they made love like statues
leaving behind the phantom shape
of hands carved into the air
humble river
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
to know the depth of the one you have
until you lose it
is something that perhaps fails to cross even the brightest of stars
i write like i breathe
sometimes wary
sometimes a lungful at once
and i have been loving
the way i never thought i could learn
can't be sure what the spirits haven't done
but i have lived,
and i do yearn
it wasn't a comparison to begin with
the fight turned to flight,
and i do not know anymore
just that we are glad
where we have stepped on
weathered badger
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
See the sunrises where yesterday becomes today, and the sunsets where today becomes tomorrow.
steady elm
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
I live in a home I own, unlike my great grandmother who squatted in a bank owned house during the depression. My meals have courses, unlike her single food meals as a child. I had a mother survive and love me, and still she does. But we mother the same, we’re with them all the time, we got to touch and hold them and see them.
late wren
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
you never got to see that one show you wanted to.
that album you wanted?
what about the sunrises you promised yourself to see?
the new drink you always wanted to try
the fun pranks you were going to do.
the memories.
the stars you never got to gaze upon any longer.
it's funny, huh?
that the stars we once looked at together
are now the only reminders of you.
are you happier up there?
can you see me?
can you forgive me?
how can i let go
when
every
little
thing
reminds me?
humble ivy
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
She liked poetry - a lot.
She would have enjoyed Hello Poetry.
I would have recommended it to her.
Sad that I cannot do that.
silver pine
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
you never grew up
you never had your matric
never had your dance
never got your jacket
never went to study
never broke the rules
never laighed again
you will never see my smile
you will never see me grow
you will never find your place in this world
you left before it was ready to let you go
you never have ti walk these roads again
you never have to be scared
you never have to fake a smile
you never have ti be good and not not ok
you never have to pretend
maybe what you have its better...
windswept window
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
Move forward
Moving forward?
Should these actions be present or past?
Even in life...
Sometimes these actions feel lifeless
Sometimes are future is now our past
But ultimately...
We bring it all with us in our head...
frail creek
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
See the sun rise
feel the cool morning air
think about what is for dinner
all the mundane things
small lark
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
All the laughs,
all the games,
all the nights staying up late,
all the new friends,
all the jokes
that I got to live.
warm field
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC
See their children grow up
small heron
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
He is remaining stuck in the past and I am moving in my future.
open marsh
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
You did not get to see the sunset last Sunday,
Or how I've grown and changed into the person I'm going to be.
You did not get to see my sibling's new hair,
Or the way I cried when I wrote your poem.
I would have loved to read it to you,
For you to know exactly how much you meant to me.
It's been over a year since you left,
And yet I am as raw as if it was only a few minutes ago.
You've missed so much in a year,
So many things you did not get to do.
How I still wish you could.
gentle shore
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
She lived a life longer than mine, but in a few decades, she’ll never be as old as I. She will stay and I will grow
weathered shore
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
they have not penned my poems
and neither I, theirs
drifting hearth
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
Some that wanted to live did not
get to live
I live life for every soul
I write my words for those who have left us
Planting their feet on the other side
That died before its time
Be blessed that you live for the ones
that did not live
Life
For the ones that died young
Live life for the ones that died.
kindly atlas
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 7:01 AM UTC
I do small things
they never lived to try,
standing in this morning light,
writing the words
they ran out of time for,
carrying forward
what they once dreamed
but could not finish.
wide window
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
Without Witness
I began to write
after you were gone.
You will never
witness me writing,
nor read my words
even when I, too,
am gone.
Yet you continue
to live
inside my poetry.
One day,
memory will fade,
ink will evaporate,
and these pages
may remain
without witness.
But my love for you
will continue,
as it always has,
as it always will.
hushed kettle
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
she did not feel this pain like i do
she didnt live long enough to get to such levels of fire
of branches stuck deep in the skin of-
hearts so shattered, shattered through
she will never feel such pain
she will never fold over, writhing and sobbing from it all
tell me, dear child, is there pain up in heaven?
steady fox
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
Can you still feel
Can you still feel the heat of the sun？
Can you still feel the wind when you run?
Can you still feel love between mother and son?
Can you still feel the softness of steamed buns?
On clouds and stars where you, my dear pets lay,
down on earth, I am doing these things every day.
These are only in your memories, which slowly decays.
I wish you still can feel these things without going stray.
salted field
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
they did not get to enjoy
the easiness of the wind
the laziness of a beach
the comfort of a poem
let alone hot water
running by itself
they made love like statues
leaving behind the phantom shape
of hands carved into the air
humble river
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
See the sunrises where yesterday becomes today, and the sunsets where today becomes tomorrow.
steady elm
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
you never got to see that one show you wanted to.
that album you wanted?
what about the sunrises you promised yourself to see?
the new drink you always wanted to try
the fun pranks you were going to do.
the memories.
the stars you never got to gaze upon any longer.
it's funny, huh?
that the stars we once looked at together
are now the only reminders of you.
are you happier up there?
can you see me?
can you forgive me?
how can i let go
when
every
little
thing
reminds me?
humble ivy
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
you never grew up
you never had your matric
never had your dance
never got your jacket
never went to study
never broke the rules
never laighed again
you will never see my smile
you will never see me grow
you will never find your place in this world
you left before it was ready to let you go
you never have ti walk these roads again
you never have to be scared
you never have to fake a smile
you never have ti be good and not not ok
you never have to pretend
maybe what you have its better...
windswept window
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
See the sun rise
feel the cool morning air
think about what is for dinner
all the mundane things
small lark
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
See their children grow up
small heron
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
You did not get to see the sunset last Sunday,
Or how I've grown and changed into the person I'm going to be.
You did not get to see my sibling's new hair,
Or the way I cried when I wrote your poem.
I would have loved to read it to you,
For you to know exactly how much you meant to me.
It's been over a year since you left,
And yet I am as raw as if it was only a few minutes ago.
You've missed so much in a year,
So many things you did not get to do.
How I still wish you could.
gentle shore
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
they have not penned my poems
and neither I, theirs
drifting hearth
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
I do small things
they never lived to try,
standing in this morning light,
writing the words
they ran out of time for,
carrying forward
what they once dreamed
but could not finish.
wide window
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
she did not feel this pain like i do
she didnt live long enough to get to such levels of fire
of branches stuck deep in the skin of-
hearts so shattered, shattered through
she will never feel such pain
she will never fold over, writhing and sobbing from it all
tell me, dear child, is there pain up in heaven?
steady fox
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
to know the depth of the one you have
until you lose it
is something that perhaps fails to cross even the brightest of stars
i write like i breathe
sometimes wary
sometimes a lungful at once
and i have been loving
the way i never thought i could learn
can't be sure what the spirits haven't done
but i have lived,
and i do yearn
it wasn't a comparison to begin with
the fight turned to flight,
and i do not know anymore
just that we are glad
where we have stepped on
weathered badger
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
I live in a home I own, unlike my great grandmother who squatted in a bank owned house during the depression. My meals have courses, unlike her single food meals as a child. I had a mother survive and love me, and still she does. But we mother the same, we’re with them all the time, we got to touch and hold them and see them.
late wren
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
She liked poetry - a lot.
She would have enjoyed Hello Poetry.
I would have recommended it to her.
Sad that I cannot do that.
silver pine
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
Move forward
Moving forward?
Should these actions be present or past?
Even in life...
Sometimes these actions feel lifeless
Sometimes are future is now our past
But ultimately...
We bring it all with us in our head...
frail creek
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
All the laughs,
all the games,
all the nights staying up late,
all the new friends,
all the jokes
that I got to live.
warm field
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC
He is remaining stuck in the past and I am moving in my future.
open marsh
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
She lived a life longer than mine, but in a few decades, she’ll never be as old as I. She will stay and I will grow
weathered shore
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
Some that wanted to live did not
get to live
I live life for every soul
I write my words for those who have left us
Planting their feet on the other side
That died before its time
Be blessed that you live for the ones
that did not live
Life
For the ones that died young
Live life for the ones that died.
kindly atlas
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 7:01 AM UTC
Without Witness
I began to write
after you were gone.
You will never
witness me writing,
nor read my words
even when I, too,
am gone.
Yet you continue
to live
inside my poetry.
One day,
memory will fade,
ink will evaporate,
and these pages
may remain
without witness.
But my love for you
will continue,
as it always has,
as it always will.
hushed kettle
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC
Can you still feel
Can you still feel the heat of the sun？
Can you still feel the wind when you run?
Can you still feel love between mother and son?
Can you still feel the softness of steamed buns?
On clouds and stars where you, my dear pets lay,
down on earth, I am doing these things every day.
These are only in your memories, which slowly decays.
I wish you still can feel these things without going stray.
salted field
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
they did not get to enjoy
the easiness of the wind
the laziness of a beach
the comfort of a poem
let alone hot water
running by itself
they made love like statues
leaving behind the phantom shape
of hands carved into the air
humble river
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 4:33 PM UTC
I live in a home I own, unlike my great grandmother who squatted in a bank owned house during the depression. My meals have courses, unlike her single food meals as a child. I had a mother survive and love me, and still she does. But we mother the same, we’re with them all the time, we got to touch and hold them and see them.
late wren
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC
you never grew up
you never had your matric
never had your dance
never got your jacket
never went to study
never broke the rules
never laighed again
you will never see my smile
you will never see me grow
you will never find your place in this world
you left before it was ready to let you go
you never have ti walk these roads again
you never have to be scared
you never have to fake a smile
you never have ti be good and not not ok
you never have to pretend
maybe what you have its better...
windswept window
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
All the laughs,
all the games,
all the nights staying up late,
all the new friends,
all the jokes
that I got to live.
warm field
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 12:49 PM UTC
You did not get to see the sunset last Sunday,
Or how I've grown and changed into the person I'm going to be.
You did not get to see my sibling's new hair,
Or the way I cried when I wrote your poem.
I would have loved to read it to you,
For you to know exactly how much you meant to me.
It's been over a year since you left,
And yet I am as raw as if it was only a few minutes ago.
You've missed so much in a year,
So many things you did not get to do.
How I still wish you could.
gentle shore
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:04 AM UTC
Some that wanted to live did not
get to live
I live life for every soul
I write my words for those who have left us
Planting their feet on the other side
That died before its time
Be blessed that you live for the ones
that did not live
Life
For the ones that died young
Live life for the ones that died.
kindly atlas
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 7:01 AM UTC
she did not feel this pain like i do
she didnt live long enough to get to such levels of fire
of branches stuck deep in the skin of-
hearts so shattered, shattered through
she will never feel such pain
she will never fold over, writhing and sobbing from it all
tell me, dear child, is there pain up in heaven?
steady fox
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:50 PM UTC
to know the depth of the one you have
until you lose it
is something that perhaps fails to cross even the brightest of stars
i write like i breathe
sometimes wary
sometimes a lungful at once
and i have been loving
the way i never thought i could learn
can't be sure what the spirits haven't done
but i have lived,
and i do yearn
it wasn't a comparison to begin with
the fight turned to flight,
and i do not know anymore
just that we are glad
where we have stepped on
weathered badger
5d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
you never got to see that one show you wanted to.
that album you wanted?
what about the sunrises you promised yourself to see?
the new drink you always wanted to try
the fun pranks you were going to do.
the memories.
the stars you never got to gaze upon any longer.
it's funny, huh?
that the stars we once looked at together
are now the only reminders of you.
are you happier up there?
can you see me?
can you forgive me?
how can i let go
when
every
little
thing
reminds me?
humble ivy
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 5:20 PM UTC
Move forward
Moving forward?
Should these actions be present or past?
Even in life...
Sometimes these actions feel lifeless
Sometimes are future is now our past
But ultimately...
We bring it all with us in our head...
frail creek
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
See their children grow up
small heron
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 12:47 PM UTC
She lived a life longer than mine, but in a few decades, she’ll never be as old as I. She will stay and I will grow
weathered shore
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 10:23 AM UTC
I do small things
they never lived to try,
standing in this morning light,
writing the words
they ran out of time for,
carrying forward
what they once dreamed
but could not finish.
wide window
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
Can you still feel
Can you still feel the heat of the sun？
Can you still feel the wind when you run?
Can you still feel love between mother and son?
Can you still feel the softness of steamed buns?
On clouds and stars where you, my dear pets lay,
down on earth, I am doing these things every day.
These are only in your memories, which slowly decays.
I wish you still can feel these things without going stray.
salted field
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC
See the sunrises where yesterday becomes today, and the sunsets where today becomes tomorrow.
steady elm
6d ago
May 29, 2026 at 6:46 PM UTC
She liked poetry - a lot.
She would have enjoyed Hello Poetry.
I would have recommended it to her.
Sad that I cannot do that.
silver pine
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC
See the sun rise
feel the cool morning air
think about what is for dinner
all the mundane things
small lark
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:06 PM UTC
He is remaining stuck in the past and I am moving in my future.
open marsh
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 11:55 AM UTC
they have not penned my poems
and neither I, theirs
drifting hearth
May 28
May 28, 2026 at 8:35 AM UTC
Without Witness
I began to write
after you were gone.
You will never
witness me writing,
nor read my words
even when I, too,
am gone.
Yet you continue
to live
inside my poetry.
One day,
memory will fade,
ink will evaporate,
and these pages
may remain
without witness.
But my love for you
will continue,
as it always has,
as it always will.
hushed kettle
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 11:50 PM UTC