#firstpoem poems on Hello Poetry

Anon Nov 2017

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People say that love is the best feeling in the world.
But i say that dying sounds more pleasing than the heartbreak that comes after love.

#firstpoem

Solus Oct 2017

The Love I Once Felt

Potent in the early hours,
Happy as a bird in spring,
Like the love, I feel now,
That wraps around my heart.
I feel the ribbon of red,
Like a bow on a gift,
That ties me to you
Connecting us across miles
Of land, water, and walls.
But will I see your true face,
Before the next snowfall,
Not a picture or painting,
But truly you,
Standing before me,
Like you did on that stary night,
Three years ago.

#firstpoem #yay

as Oct 2017

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Tell me what it means to be real.
                                                                Take it -
                                                                                        The Truth -
                  it is yours.
So long as you remember.
So, remember.
             Remember The Somebody before this body.
                                                                                      Remember your                                      womb -
tomb
heart.
    Remember that she rests there still
                                                                   - she always will.

#untitled #firstpoem #heyheartpoetry #freeverse

Rachel Oct 2017

Snowflake

I’ve pulled men away from religion
as they sunk their teeth into my soul
gave them hope with every photo
as I simultaneously cut tiny holes

They called me Snowflake
so pretty but so cold
or maybe they called me
Snowflake

Because of the way I melt
so quick on their tongues
as I melt down their throat
and fill their empty soul

#love #snowflake #firstpoem #poetry #imagery #men

Anjelica Oct 2017

Notice Me

Did you notice this lipstick I'm wearing?
I know red is your favorite color
Did you notice I filled in my eyebrows
Just for you to ask me out
Did you notice how I went to the gym today
And everyday
Did you notice how I didn't get the extra large fries
Or how I skipped dessert
My stomach is growling
But not for food
Did you notice this new underwear I'm wearing
It was 8 for $28
This concealer I'm wearing is $30
So maybe it can cover the bags under my eyes
From when you didn't text me back
Notice me
Because I notice you

#selfesteem #firstpoem #insecurities #attention

Subrat Aug 2017

You have to fight

Death knocked on his door
Willingly, he couldn't ingore
All his wishes were tore
And his heart has become sore

Sadly he tightened the knot
Hung it from ceiling spot
Closing his eyes he thought
With his sense of attachments, he fought

No doubt,failure makes you down
But,every night is followed by dawn
Who lost the war can still conquer his town
You have to fight untill you have your crown

You may lost the war,but that can't be your last war.You have to stand and fight untill you grab your sword,untill your heart pumps blood.

#firstpoem #life #nevergiveup #work #dedication #fearless #soul

Bri Aug 2017

Obsession

The obsession you have with the size of your hips.
They should be smaller,
Don't you think?
Oh, and be sure to do whatever it takes to have that thigh gap.
It's so worth it.
That thigh gap.
The more space the better.
The emptiness of your body.
The jutting collar bones.
Feeling dizzy.
Feeling depressed.
Worth every inch lost off your waist.
It is worth your once full and lushious hair now falling out like dead leaves.
Because you're dying.
You are killing yourself.
But it's all fine.
You're obsessed with telling yourself that it's all under control.
Isn't it?
Theres no sleep at night.
Not when your anxiety is this intense.
Not when your up planning how to skip the rest of the weeks meals.
Use that time to be productive.
Like right now.
Lying awake... obsessing.
Obsessing.
Obsessing.
But it's s all fine, right?
Because that thigh gap.
And bony fingers.
You're deliriously falling over every **** time you stand, and you think it's all still fine now?
You think it's still worth it?
Isn't it?

#depresion #obsession #eatingdisorder #ana #firstpoem #awareness #anorexia #thefeels #treatment

Tash Aug 2017

A Child's Plight

The way we deal with death is funny.
The child expected to cry,
must stay strong for his peers.
The adults have the luxury of tears.

So why the difference in action?
When the cause stays the same?
The adult may have lost a member of kin.
The child, however, is broken within.

Everything must end.
The way we cope with life as kids.
Replaced to see it like adults.
The loss of a friend, sister or mother.
The death of a father or a brother.

Everyone has a mechanism to cope.
Giving them time and space to heal.
You have your religion and empty prayers.
I have my broken universe and empty stares.

-Tash

Every eye sheds light on a situation differently.
First poem to HP. :)

#loss #death #life #family #strive #love #ties #children #firstpoem

Taylor Jul 2017

Thoughts From Inside the Closet

being in a dark place gives you
plenty of time to think
so as I sit in this closet I wonder what
would happen if I opened the door.
would my mother still be able to call me
her daughter knowing that she likes girls and guys?
would my father go to an AA meeting one day
and never come home knowing his daughter
could one day get married to a woman?
would my brother not understand or would he
understand but not accept it?
would my grandparents still hug me knowing that
one day I could wake up in a woman's arms?
would my aunt and uncle drag me to the nearest
church and ask God to forgive me and then go home
and pray for me before eating dinner?
would they ever let me near my little cousins again
thinking that they could turn out like me?

being in a dark place gives you
plenty of time to write.
so I write about what I think life is
like outside this door, I write about
the slivers of light that come through
the cracks in the door and how wonderful it
must be to see it in all its glory.
I write about the shakiness I get in my hands
whenever a distant relative asks if I have a
boyfriend yet I write about all this and tuck
it away like a child trying to hide a
broken item from their parents because
they don't want to get in trouble.

being in a dark place gives
you plenty of time to hope
although it is hard to come by,
it's all you really have.
so as I sit in this closet getting ready
to endure another sleepless night
I hope that one day my hands will stop
shaking long enough for me to
finally open the door and be able to live
in the light I have only seen in small pieces
and I hope that when this
day comes, if it ever comes
I won't be alone like I am right now.

why does the closet have to exist

#poem #firstpoem #lgbt #pride #sad

Evie Richards Jul 2017

Skin

have you seen my skin?
my skin is rough and worn;
It's covered in scars from the pains of my past.
The skin on my knuckles are angry and red,
the skin on my lips is torn and chapped.
no-one notices my skin until it bleeds,
maybe that's not enough.
maybe I'm not enough...

But what's worse than my scars are the wounds of today,
pouring out beneath my skin.
no-one can see them,
but that doesn't mean that they're not there.
But no-one wants to see.
And no one wants to care.
No-one wants to take my hand and see my scars, my knuckles, my wounds, my lips and love my skin for what it is.
but no-one wants to touch my skin,
and no-one wants to look at my skin.

My skin is rough and worn and cold and scarred
but my skin is still beautiful.
Now do you see my skin?

#firstpoem #skin #selfharm #longpoem