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Joy B 4d
You want me to bow at your feet.
Give you all the glory
You think you deserve.
Well, I walk in like a storm on a summer’s day

Want me to be completely honest?
You deserve to rot
Melt away    
Disappear from existence

But here’s what I want to actually happen:
I want you to be happy
For you to have joy
To see the world as good

I know what you did was wrong.
You know what you did was wrong.
Just go on in the world spreading love,
Because when my daughter asks about my childhood,

I want her to see the world as it should be
Beautiful
Kind
Lovely

Not as it is.
Full of people like you
Who think they can get away
With things like what you did to me.
Isaac Aug 12
Life is so brutal
It mangles the heart
Beaten and bruised
From the very start
In a world fallen
From its original glory
We need to bring Jesus
Back to the story
His voice will heal
And mend your soul
If you give him the time
He can make you whole
Each day is a chance
To let him touch you
If you open your heart
His words will renew
Written 12 August 2018
Aniq Ahmad Aug 3
Never knew someone would come and take my life
Never knew someone would come and haunt my night
Never knew someone would come and make it all right

Tell me why I can't get no peace
Tell my why I feel like Im on lease
Tell me why you are my show piece

I wake up everyday
I wake up everyday without sobriety
Like whole night you've been my diety

Two hundred bucks in my hands and I'm wishin
I wanna take you out cuz I know Im missin
You caught and lit me up with ignition

Ever since I got your text Im itchin
Like fish outta sea Im twitchin
Fuck, My head's filled like Im lynching

If you trynna run away from my space
I'll hit you like a school bus without trace
Got myself tied and I can't chase
austin Jul 5
One more day is fading away
as we ride this bus to the city
The storm is coming nearer now
And your bliss will turn to tears

We've almost reached our destination
Countless parachutes in the sky
These mosquitoes are swarming
before your eyes,
Just a moment's time til someone dies

The skies are getting darker now
Not a shard of light in this room
You'd better make good choices now
Or meet your impending doom

I hear your steps from the other room
And I'm already locked and loaded
You'd better get on running now
Or I'll destroy what's left of you

I walk upstairs to higher ground
and hear your cowardly whines,
I look in the eyes of my colleague
And said don't move, this kill is mine

I've made my way to my snipers' nest
and my eyes are set to kill
I've got my sights on your head right now
To pull the trigger, you know I will
This may or may not be a Fortnite inspired poem that I wrote for fun, lol
Gray Jun 2
A gentle breeze sways the fragile branch.
The hoard of dead leaves pours in like an avalanche.
Slowly they fall, slowly they plunged.
One green leaf is regrettably expunged.
He lays alone, he sets isolated.  
The sturdy oak is devastated.

A brutal breeze shakes the puny limb.
The sight of the leaves departing would make anyone feel grim.
Quickly they descend, hastily they lunge.
Another green leaf is regrettably expunged.
Both lay alone, both lay separated.
The sturdy oak is devastated.
awknight Apr 25
The pen in your hand
spills the blood you wish
your eyes could.
Sitting, staring into the
white abyss. Thinking,
stab them in the throat,
dear. Watch the blood spill
from their lifeless iris. Don’t
be so kind as to close their lids.
They should see you,
we all should see you.
awknight Apr 25
Silence.
Stigma.
Don’t speak. It is not
real. Nothing, is real.
Real until you hold it
inside, hold it until
you cannot breathe.
Kill it. Strangle me.
The thoughts alone
drive me to solitude,
stuck in the meadows
of my mind.
Flooding. The green is
turned to red.
A bath of blood,
a cleansing of the pure.
No staff is needed here.
No god.

Welcome to the real world,
                                                 bitch.
BW Mar 13
Don't you dare
manipulate me
or I swear I will fuck you up so much
mentally
You will end up killing yourself

Would you want to see me, wrist slit in a tub?

I would not, but I would be indifferent.
How is it my fault? It only shows you
value death more than life.
...
Babe?
B?
Come on pick up the phone.
Stop being silly ok, I didn't want you to actually do that.
Look, stop being stupid, it's nothing.
Pick up. B?
Are you ok? I am sorry, I didn't actually mean it like that.
B? Come on, stop being a silly kitten.I love you.
Pick up the phone, please!!
B are you alright? Do you want me to come down? Please, talk.

They found her, they told me. Wrist slit in a tub.
Her lips were crimson, her hair like a black dahlia.
Her body bathing in blood,
Bright red as the girl I first met, who fell in love,
the same girl I pushed down
the cliff of death never to come back.
NW
M Feb 5
Ruining her was a part of the plan.
It was a part of his prose that he
so deliberately wrote down.

   Ruining her was merely a
  fraction of his deepened
attraction and rooted nature
that was of his own accord.

One look, one simple taste
was enough for him to determine
his destructive path.

  She had no say in such a plan,
for she wasn't aware of such intentions
that would soon ruin her,
everything she stood for,
and the innocence and
compassion that
she prided herself in.

That vanity and that admiration
for her compassionate
conceit is what
drew him to her.  

  That's what he wanted.
A passionate conceit because
he so coldly lacked one.
He desired to have it, to
possess what was hers.


He wrapped his digits
around the
width of such vanity,
stroking it with
brutal gentleness,
and then
he ripped it apart,
tainting and corrupting it
until that very conceit
was tarnished.

   Ruined and stained,
  that's what she was.

That's what he wanted.
He could taste it on his tongue,
lapping up at the censure
flavor of power.

It was bitter and prudent,
and he expected nothing
else.

That varnished and
sour taste was merely a
reminder of what he had done,
of what he was relishing in.

  He was cunningly honest.
  He was vehemently kind.
  He was brutally gentle.
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