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Madison Oct 9
I love to write poetry
But I’m afraid
I’m afraid of what they’ll think
I’m afraid they’ll think my poetry will **** because of my age
But I’m most afraid of people I know reading my poems
Because then they might see through my walls
Into my broken
Shattered
Messed-up
Crazy life
I don’t want anyone to worry about me
Or to try and protect me
Or fight my battles
Because that’s what I’m supposed to do for them
I’m suppose to worry about others
And shove my problems away
I’m supposed to protect others
And never worry about my pain
I’m supposed to help win their wars
Because I’m already losing my own
If I loose to myself, promise me this, you won’t mourn a day and you move onto someone else.
~Neon Gravestones-Trench-Twenty One Pilots
In life we learn to fight.
Fight for our dreams, our goals, our wants.
Our minds teach us to fight authority, rules, laws
Everything must have law, balance, order...
When young, we fight that which we dont understand.
Why are we bound by law from the freedom on the other side?
Why must there be restraints?
Balance.
Balance is the answer.
It was always there,
We fought the bounds that allowed us to see the balance.
Now, at an old age, we fight for balance, law, rules, love
Love.
Without restraint, love is lost.
It is chaos.
A constant battle, not for what we think we are fighting for, against without meaning it.
We get lost in the new chaos that is complete freedom.
Yes, this balance, this battle called life, love, safety,
Is nothing if we dont fight for whats best.
To endulge in destructive choice, is to fight against our goals, our dreams, our love.
To be a warrior, we must master faithfulness to the one big battle, love. Fight for whats best, find fun in the simplest pleasures,
Live life to the full. Win the battle for the ultimate freedom; love.
Late night thoughts scrawled out onto an led page
Robin Lemmen Aug 22
There will never be anyone like you
Broken by the world, mended by pretend
Nobody like you, a mirror passed and disgraced
Someone who can hold me while I cry
The same way you did, without asking why
Understanding the battles I fight
To keep from breathing smoke
To keep from drinking fire
Please come back
I know we could
Everyone makes mistakes
Let this be yours
All the band-aids used
sutures and stitches sewed
bandages and crutches too
blood and tears, that flowed

Massive the damage done
in the battle's aftermath
not to some, or just one
buildings crumbled on the path

We'll drag our dead and wounded
from the rubble and decay
rescue those who're stranded
or couldn't run away

Everybody knows the expense
of poets gone too war
words fired in offense/defense
in the end, wondering
what for?
:(
We all know again will be
the volleys and barrage
words and lines, you and me
prose reloaded awaiting the call
to charge
Sophia Aug 13
be kind to them

they're fighting a battle you don't know about

be kind to them

you don't know the extent of their breaking hearts

be kind to them

even if their inward screaming is in no way loud

be kind to them

even though you can't see their invisible broken parts

be kind to them

for sometimes they can't see

how much help they need

so be kind to them
I’m a soldier
in a war
sold to the highest bidder
Biding my time
getting high
but not getting
anything out of
life

A lifer
a loser
lost his way
was on his way
on a journey
was earning
a living
was living
a life
in spite of
spitting in the face
of all I was faced with
Couldn’t face up
to the need
I was feeding
A hole
from which
my soul
was bleeding
Unknown reason
harboring this treason
give it time
it will season
belief system
The Devil
finds pleasing

No matter
how much I tried
and from everyone hide
including myself
what was
deep inside
If I went
and made
an attempt
a fool I'd be,
wasted time spent
A lament
at controlling
the tide
And each day
from the next
more and more
of me died

There was a time
when all my efforts
went unheeded
and instead
succeeded
But these courtships
did not breed
or plant the seed
instead was seething
to be
leaving
Escaping from me
with each breath
I’m breathing

A horrible time
indeed
Unfamiliar
making me ill
not having free will
Undeserving
and not for me
to get
Must get angry
and upset
Breaking steps
so many
missteps
I’m falling
more than I’m standing

Steps I’ve climbed
mostly blind
by my blindfold
its knots
I bind
the moment
I ‘rise-and-shine’
so that
in time
when rising
like yeast,
the hiding
inner self
self-defeats

Every hand folding
as I’m
raising the bets,
doesn't make sense
From where
did I get
this invisible pet
Originally set
and previously molded
in the early stages
of the morning
in a story
that’s boring
and been told
time and time again
with
lost love ones
and friends

A friendly reminder
that a
“stitch-in-time”
is not
a time saver
if the referenced ‘stitch’
relied upon
was built upon
lies
consumed
from others
that we
self tie
but mostly
force fed
by the very hand
controlled
by my head

It’s a numbing thought;
reasons sought
Elusive?
‘yes’
but pieces
caught
My peace disturbed
by actions
brought
from a desire
to numb
so that these thoughts
will be
forgotten

Decayed
and rotten
left for days
in a
wrought iron cage
Anyone
with sage
too afraid
to consume
but 'In-Doom'
I trust
and with full ******
my smile
displayed;
forward I go
for sins
I pay
and lie within
this bed
I've made

Not night;
thick of day
no difference displayed
skewed indifference
to the
different
paths
that have been
laid
like the path
of destruction
from this day
back
in my wake
Bindings
can't brake
A life's mistake
Lay me down
my soul
to take
Lying in state,
a viewing,
my wake
My mind
now awake
-
Cruelty's laugh
makes me
an ***
a crass reminder
of a life
that's past
Written: July 14, 2018

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veritas Jul 27
gods and goddesses stilled mid-flight,
immortalized in a glory fast fading.
distilled sunlight filtering through, unheeded,
as a devastating dawn for redemption awakens.

     dust scattering over marble hands, forever supple,
as angels fall from grace,
wings clipped and torn asunder.

the sigh of a thousand lost souls, searching;
the thunder of a thousand chariots, unbridled.

     a wing outstretched, a bow pulled taught;
drawn, not fired.

frozen heroes lifting voices unheard;
     the calm before a storm, a fight unforeseen,
silver linings beckoning victories
of heaven's epics left unsung.

look up into the clouds and you'll see a history unwritten,
for they speak to you in murals
of smeared colors and pure light.

but hush! sweet child,
off you drift into an insincere sleep,
until these stories buried beneath your lips,
     singed, searing, burning away memories of the battles that
   linger ,over your tongue  ,
are no more than a shadow of a flame.

   and as his lashes flutter closed over blue eyes
   and his heavy golden curls fall on white sheets
   she whispers,
        the renaissance was not painted for you.
look up. and then higher than that.
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