#2018 poems on Hello Poetry

Miranda Dec 2018

I’m Sorry for all the Damaged I Caused in 2018

The beginning of 2018,
I spent the time getting my heart broken.
But now in the end,
I’m breaking hearts.

Leaving my name on their lips
While I forget theirs.

#new #year #2018 #2019 #break #hearts #sad #power

EmperorOfMine Dec 2018

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, Mirror,
One so tall,
Why can't I rise, unless I fall?

Who will come to me when I call?
Will there be anyone who saw?

I don't want to be embarrassed.
From big to small I'll go and be.

Feeling as weak as a wee mouse,
But as small as a little flea.

Oh, Mirror, Mirror,
On the wall,
Who will come to my aid at all?

Will I end up having to crawl?
All by myself, an empty doll.

Is it so sad that I'm afraid;
To be alone, ignored, they say?
I don't want to be lost at bay
When I fall from the sky, that day.

#mirrormirror #doll #afraid #alone #2018 #december

Alaina Moore Dec 2018

Mascara

Putting mascara on the eyelashes below your iris,
is like making a promise to yourself that you won't cry today.
Sometimes it's a promise you keep.
Other times your tears run black with broken promises.

#2018 #depression

Masha Yurkevich Dec 2018

New Year

I don't want this
new year to come.
It's gone by just to fast.
But sadly,
these few days are its last.

We'll all be one year older;
some growing taller,
others shorter.

And 2018 will never come back.

This year has gone
by way to
fast.

I don't know; maybe its just me. But I feel as if it were just yesterday that I was welcoming 2018, but now its gone. Now its 2019. I think that's kinda crazy.

#newyear #2018 #time #fast #older

Alaina Moore Dec 2018

White Collar Micheal

I am so afraid of becoming White Collar Micheal.
He likes to act like his life is so hopelessly blightful, because his name is White Collar Micheal.
On the weekend, he throws on a tie-dye.
Goes from Business Man, to Mr. Nice Guy?
Deep down you know it's a facade, aka,
Your big life's a big lie.
He does so many uppers you may as well call it the tweekend.
He fills his mind with illusions of grandeur.
I look at him and think "you need to be a man first."
Instead of filling my head with candy and dreams, I face my demons.
And it's utterly delightful because I know I will never become a
White Collar Micheal.

Full disclosure, I didn't write this poem. It was written by my Husband - still working on a pen name.

#luxury #partylife #adulting #growingup #observations #2018

J B Moore Dec 2018

What should you do (when the title of the poem is a little longer than the poem itself)?

Stop.

Take a minute to think...
...Maybe get a drink.

Good...

Now then...
Try again.

12/19/18

Just a goofy idea I had rattling in my brain. It’s a little dumb, but it makes me smile I and that’s enough.

#title #goofy #short #writing #2018 #december #irony