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WHAT CAN I FIND
FIND, FOUND
WHAT CAN I TRY?
TRY, TRIED
WHT CAN I LOOK?
LOOK, LOOKED
I FIND BRILLIANT
SMART AND INTELLIGENT
TALKED NOT ALOT
BUT HER EYES TALKED
I FOUND HER LOOKING
LOOKING AT OTHER SIDE
I TRY TO SAY
A WORD GAIN BY HEART
I TRY TO ASK
WHERE DOES SHEW LOOK?
I TRIED BUT I  LOCKED
I LOOK AT THAT ONE
WHO WILL HAVE HER
HAS GREAT ONE
AND LIVE IN CALM
I LOOKED AT OTHER
WHEN I RETURNED MY LOOK
SHE DOES WALK
WITH ANOTHER ONE
THE INNER LOVE NEEDS GREAT FAITH AND EAGER WILL
Riptide 2d
A song has meaning.
It is a world of sound.
We drift away when it is heard.
A song has a use.
It is used to calm minds.
A song.
1) empty bottles that clink as you wade through them. you drown in an ever-increasing pool of bottles

2) puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. i want to pour coloured powder on her cheeks. i want to trace every single stream

3) eardrum rupturing music. he screams along to it. they become indistinguishable from the music. he enjoys being a part of something.

4) a lone figure next to a lake. they hug their legs. nothing moves. everything is completely still. if you listen closely, you can hear their heart shattering into the tiniest fragments. they try to keep it together. an internal war rages. but nothing moves.

5) the buzzing. hair falling to the ground. a blank stare and tiny smile

6) you are a tiny dark speck, against the looming white landscape.

7) the lingering taste of coffee. a lit cigarette dangling from between fingers. flecks of ash fall to the ground.

8) submerged into the deepdarkbluebutmaybeblack ocean. everything is dulled.

9) a neatly folded stack of clothes in a washing machine.

10) putting your fingers in between your legs. you are in front of a mirror. you watch yourself

11) a body falling apart into several meat-sized chunks. they are stapled back together.

12) clay masks.

13) lose strands of hair tied together in a trash can

14) refusing to follow the rules.
i know this is not good. at all. but it's inspiredby 13 ways of looking at a blackbird by wallace stevens
A soundtrack from behind the blinds,
fleeting and skittering steps into the rocking water,
crossing the ebbing tide's line in the sand.

I cross the barrier between,
I open my eyes and I see
the castle standing on an arching hill
over the snaking river.
The tower reaches high,
stretching to meet the clouds
and the bricks of the walls sit in piles
of rubble, left to the mosses
and vines that drape their faces.

My vision fades to black and it forms again,
the gray sea and shimmering light appear
as i wade deeper, now up to my knees
in the lifeless water.

Up the spiraling staircase,
a glance through the hole in the wall
as the valley shrinks below
and the hazy purple sky
envelopes the whole of my sight.

The water reaches my chest now,
my steps scraping the rocky bottom
and the white moon lighting the path
forward, reflecting in a white sparkle
on the top of the slow moving wake.

The crumbled roof at the top of the tower
gives way to the dark and starry night.
A hazy mist surrounds,
of a cloud slowly drifting through
like an ambling specter,
on the long march home.

I crouch at the edge,
at the edge of the hole at the bottom.
I fill my lungs with a last breath
and dive downwards,
the gray sea covering me
and pushing me into the lightless cavern.

The mist of the cloud passes
and the view of the valley
is cleared.
I sit at the edge of the tower,
with my feet dangling over the side.

Lost in the stars,
once again my vision fades
But the gray waves do not return,
the white moonlight dimmed and extinguished
as I sigh and sit at the top of my conquest
and remember the days i've lost
in the traceless place,
with its tranquil waves.
It begins with the ominous clouds that roil and billow over the sky.
Then they darken:
Soft whites...
Seductive greys...
All the way to the purple black that haunts the skies on the cusp of a winter night.

The smell that follows these sinister nebula of vapor hanging over your head is that of life bringing relief.
The smell of dry earth mingling with that of the fresh water above reminds one of summer breezes, freedom and relaxation.

The cool but warm drops of moisture start gently stroking your shoulders and arms.
The strength increases, forcing you to squint as you take in the beautiful composition of nature above.

Soon you're covering your head as the rain pelts down and you race for shelter.
The puddles appearing on the floor disrupted by the matter consistently falling into them.

You peer into the world, completely changed, as you visibility decreases and smile, the metallic twangs to the rain hitting the patio roof fill your ears and soul with its rhythm and music.
I LOVE the rain.
sometimes I let myself be happy.
rarely, I relax just enough to feel it.
the calm wave, moving through my chest.

everything will be okay.
calm


          part 1

          im containing this earthquake of anxiety in my heart
          while i
          wait
          until your eyes step into my view.


          part 2

          brain pulsing
          the eyes step into mine
          &
          then nothing else exists other than you


          part 3
          
          i hear one butterfly wings clap in my soul.
          nothing. tremors calm under my skin.
Figuring out how I feel about her
Will they like me more than that
Can I be good enough
My anger seems lethargic not bothered bathing in serenity trying to keeps this symmetry don't you peep this energy, not gravitated towards negativity, no compound particles of bad vibes gotta keep this chemistry, it's better to live stress free confusion creates too much problems for me, exposing my emotions like a leaked ****, I don't mean to be rude I need my own space go about it at my own pace, no bad news constantly in my face get away to a quiet place I need a clear view, no bad attitudes cool off in high altitudes postive vibes only, a comforting atmosphere I care about what my spirit consumes, can't let negativity doom this mood coolest dude in a room refusing to be shadowed by gloom smooth

In my chill mode
In my chill mode
Chillin in my chill mode
I'm chillin in my chill mode
Chill mode
Chill mode
In my chill mode
A second Version of chill mode, Tell me what you think
Aman Dahiya Oct 12
It’s four at night.
The whole world is sleeping.
You are awake, there.
I am awake, here.
We’re looking into the night.
It’s calm right now.
After a very long time.
I like you like this.
Just you and me.
When the whole world is sleeping.
We exist in the night
And the night exists in us.
Just us, feeling each other’s heartbeats,
Even from miles away.
I like this feeling.
You and me. Together.
Under the blanket of the night.
Grace Oct 9
Silence is quite unusual, really.

Because Sound is always there.
It ticks away in the background like a friendly face in a classroom on that first day at a new school; someone to greet you and wash any and all fears from the very depths of  your soul, bringing with it that ever-welcomed sense of reassurance, that everything really will be okay

The gentle sigh of inhalation.

Sound is always there.
Even in the darkest days when nothing is going right and all you want to do is curl up in a ball and cry; your ever-familiar friend will guide you into tasting the salty tears which glide seamlessly and endlessly down your cheek until suddenly they’re not and you can hear your breathing and see a glimmer of hope in the sky but you can hear your breathing and you know that you’re not alone, you’re never alone, you were never alone and after everything that has happened you finally stop and take a deep breath and think that everything really will be okay

The steady plod of a heartbeat.

Sound is always there.
It passes by, day in and day out, as reliable as the chirping of birds raising you from the depths of sleep on the first day off you’ve had in months; outwardly you curse and you groan but on the inside you don't care because you're happy and you're safe and you've got a comfortable bed and a warm home and people who love you and it is in these moments that you are really are finally sure that everything really will be okay

The careless whisper of exhalation.

Sound is always there.
Apart from when it’s not and you are left alone and scared and in the dark and there’s nothing that you can do; nothing that anyone can do and suddenly everything stops and you feel the crushing pain dominate your entire being and it is painful yet strangely relaxing yet you just want it all to stop and carry on and stop and you don't know what you want, what you should want, all you want is somebody to reassure you that everything really will be okay but you know that it won’t; you won’t; you won’t be okay ever again but all you want is your familiar friend to come back and reassure you but they won’t because they're gone now and they've just left you alone with the silence that they've always protected you from, kidding you that everything really will be okay

But it won’t.

You know it won’t.

It really is true that silence is that deafening.
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