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Astral 1d
Its 4:29 in the afternoon,
But it feels later.

The sun is still up,
But the blinds are drawn.

Its still warm outside,
But I'm wrapped in a blanket.

I still have stuff to do,
But I don't have the energy.

Maybe I will later,
But not right now,


And thats okay.
It seems that sometimes I seem to forget that its okay for me to need more time and its okay for me not to have the energy.
Zywa 5d
Sometimes I go crazy with all the life
I want to live, it does not fit
in the time that is there

Emotions get in my way
they proliferate and fill
the time that is there

I have to shed them with love
because the hard way fails
in the time that is there

to break myself open
and shift my attention
to the sun

in the life nearby
with which I can connect
in the time that is there
Collection "Take a picture, quick"
Haiku Donna Nov 28
I’m working full time
I’m really enjoying it
No time for thinking
I’m literally working full time most days now with my husband tis hard work but so fun **
V liv Nov 18
I just want to cry
and die
But I cant
cry
or die
I have **** to do
charisma Nov 12
What is to be done?
What is “to be done”?
To be done, is what.
Is what to be done?
What is to be done.
So much to be done.
Jing Xi Lau Nov 7
Primary-colored neon signs,
In the windows,
Of every smoke-permeated bar.
Open is in red,
Cocktail glass in blue,
Lemon twist,
Gin,
Yellow.

Around the corner,
A French antique store,
With grand chandeliers,
Dangling from,
Every inch of its ceiling,
Emitting a coalesced glow,
Warm,
Mellow.

Every nightclub down the street,
A party of its own.
Strobe lights,
Blinding.
Music,
Deafening.
A drunk teen,
Retching.
Poor,
Fellow.

Fluorescent billboards,
Brood over worn-out men.
City lights,
No matter how bright,
Can never drown out,
Their dark suits,
Dark ties.
Their longing,
To belong.
Their sighs,
A,
Bellow.
Emily Nov 4
Consecutive dots
Here and then gone in a flash
When will I see text?
Marianna Oct 23
i laugh, i joke, i play around
the busy days are the reason why i'm around
the days of working, fighting, staying up late
those busy days that keep me awake

i smile, i talk, i hold back my frown
the busy hour is what keeps me down
the hour that i don't have to face myself
that busy hour that i can fill my hollow shell

but the time comes when i'm no longer busy
my loneliness is the only thing that stays with me
that time that i turn into a void of nothingness
when it's only me, my sorrow and my emptiness
i hurts knowing im all alone,
i have nothing, i am nothing
Won't you keep me dizzy so that I stop spinning
Out of all control when I'm alone

And won't you keep me busy so that I stop snoozing
All the day away when I'm at home

Sing to me, Sera
We're calling you back home
Prozie, Addie, all of our old friends.
Sing to me, Sera
Please don't leave me alone
I want to look at my life through your lens.
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