Hello Poetry is a poetry community that raises money by advertising to passing readers like yourself.

If you're into poetry and meeting other poets, join us to remove ads and share your poetry. It's totally free.
Yuna Nov 2
What if
... I could turn back time
... I could go forward
... I could change the days
... I could read your mind

What if
... fairytales would come true
... superheroes do excist
... magic was for everyone
... happiness wasn't a bubble

What if
... I could fullfil my dreams
... I wouldn't be too scared
... I didn't lie to myself
... I could get my happy ending.

What if...
Wiz Collins Oct 29
Our story isn't like
Those fairytales,
It's not all about
Happily ever after,
We just live happily
But not ever after.

Our story isn't like
Those fairytales,
It's not all about
Happy ending,
We just live happy
But it never ends there.
I never knew why I wrote this piece. I just wrote it down.
Persephone Aug 10
Standing on top the waters edge
I dream of lands too far
Of wishful castles dripping with knowledge
And flying fairy contraptions that wing across glimmering oceans
I wander about looming buildings sculpted by giants
And stars that ponder them from above
I hope for twisting tales connected to dragons
And dandelion dancers beckoning you to love
I imagine rain cloud laughter
And a time where the impossible believes in us
I breathe for the days that this land will come
And if I am ohh so lucky it might welcome me home
Astra Jul 25
I wish I believe it when people say they'll never leave,
But I still taste the salty tears of the goodbye note you wrote,
The lullabies of heartfelt cries,
An those times I was to good at say goodbye,

Behind my pain-filled eyes,
I see a girl I use to recognize,
A healing heart,
On a open battlefield,

A little girl trying to believe the bedtime story she told,
But being told by her soul the real world,

One where princess have to wait for there Prince Charming,
One where the frog kisses the wrong princess,
One where the fairy godmother is to late,
And one where she broke her shoe,
her carriage has become a cage,
When her hair as faded from every page turn,

The war that has been raged inside her,
Because she afraid to believe in one day,
She afraid to believe the nevers and the forevers,
Because she seen everyday turn to parades of the same fake forces daze,

To never forget that life to short to trust salt,
That was confused for sugar,
That being nice with only take you so far,
And that one day,
You wake up feeling the same,

You'll flap our wings one more time,
And sing your fairytale song,
And your true love will sing along,
You’ll remember what it like to dream,
And believe it could be a happily ever after,

And wake up in a world,
Of your own,
And those goodbyes,
Will turn to mournful cries from forgotten peoples eyes,
Because just than they will realize,
There boring lives,

As she thrives,
She survives,
And now truly now,
She good at goodbyes,
And hardly recognized,
For the rest of her life
March, 20th, 2018, All rights reserved
Lily Jul 5
“They say dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?”
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Fairytales.
Fairytales that the heart alone knows.
Glimpses of the princess’s life,
escape from the peasant’s,
Desire.

Truth.
Truth as the heart perceives it.
Limitless possibilities, timeless hours,
once upon a times and the happily ever afters,
Illusion.

Courage.
Courage in the heart that allows expression.
Restrictions are no more, convections don’t exist,
the heart has courage, and so it may
Dream.

But

What happens when
the glimpses turn into prolonged stares,
and those who escape aren’t ready to come back;

What happens when
desire and illusion overpower all reason,
and the heart’s fairytale distorts the mind’s reality;

What happens when
you fail to realise it;
like most things beautiful, dreams are transient,
Temporary —

What happens then?

Everything you know swims before your eyes;
A mirage created,
As the two worlds collide.
As the dreams slip away, ready to hide,
As reality approaches, with purpose and with pride.

And all that is left —
A certain uncertainty, and nothing more;
Fairytales are born out of pure desire,
Truth is but an illusion,
and Courage, Courage is never enough to prepare us for this end.  

And now you know that;
like most things beautiful, dreams are transient,
Temporary —-

And still, it holds true that their beauty is eternal,
I wrote this poem when I woke up from a particularly magical dream, wishing it was true.

The structure may seem a little messy, but I tried to keep the form unrestricted to reflect the infinite possibilities of dream worlds.
Anya Jul 2
A certain little mermaid
wished to have feet
to walk
to run
to dance
perfectly to the beat

A certain gingerbread
knew his feet were key
to run
run
run
and escape tragedy

When a certain princess fled
She would have never seen her beloved again
As the clock finished stricking twelve
****
****
****
if not for her feet
whose slipper led the prince right to her street

A certain large monster
is known for its abnormally large feet
and when one sees its footprint
they can either give a
shriek
shriek
shriek
Or they can flee and not become mincemeat

So you see feet are important
very much so
Whether in fairytales or real life
They allow us to go to and fro
So next time you consider what you’re grateful for
Take a though for your feet
although real life’s isn’t a video game
they are your cheat
Bruised bitter apple:
the horror! To roll across my tracks.
Of the crab variety,
we decipher what's in cider.
Fright, how might, precisely,
the worms persisted- when once
flesh was tender enough?
Now they are dead, the apple dented
where butted their unsuspecting heads.
When guts are made a graveyard,
no Wicked Queen’s power overrules
the external grotesque, or the royal
inner circle’s internal damage, ringed
  like trees,
   like circles of ****.
Sour taste, and, more importantly--
wriggling, struggling,
self-pesticidal hopes and dreams.
Unsightly to fit their environs.
Some as parasites, but some only friends.
Amanda Jun 7
Love you find in fairytales
Is falsely portrayed and blurred
Knights and princes do not exist
At least that's what Ive heard

Happiness is a hoax
Impossible to reach in chances
I guess it all depends
On fair or poor circumstances

Boasts of castles are dishonest
There's no such thing as forests enchanted
These are hopeful ideas
Well-meaning people implanted

A story does fine to entertain
Listen closely when I say this;
A frog won't transform into the man of your dreams
And you can't wake from a coma by feeling true loves kiss
I've alwats been a hopeless romantic. Maybe it's all the disney princess movies I watched! **** you Walt Disney...

Written 4-10-12
Aa Harvey May 16
Zombie mind


In the middle of this night, zombie mind.
I struggle to complete a line that rhym…
Pegasus; horses for courses.
Run a pantomime race using daisies for shoelaces.


A world apart, after being thrown out of a bar.
Fields afar; I sleep under the stars.
Saturday through Sunday;
These…are…the…good times!
Monday to Friday,
I am oh so tired of this poetic production line.
This process must be worth it…


Country music?  I prefer to leave it
And find a better drum kit, with a louder hi-hat hit!
Prince became a symbol of our time.
Cinderella’s thimble, sewing needle;
Cotton on a reel…a dress made by mice.


Eyes are closing, no more movies showing.
Find your own way to see.  
Only you know where you are going…


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Next page