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Tati Sep 16
Amore
It tastes like cinnamon
Like the little honey bees flirting with the flowers in the morning and giving them their morning kiss
The innocence of the child as she holds her teddy bear close, because she believes he’ll protect her from all harm
The arms of the man I love, which feel like velvet and chamomile
The song I hum, professing my eternal devotion to him
But what is this feeling?
The one that makes us prance around under the moonlight and cover our bodies in lace and vanilla for?
Amare è vivere
To love is to live
To move the sky and the oceans and everything in between just to see that person smile
To trust that person so much you take off your silk dress and reveal all your body and secrets to them
It’s something so intense you become blinded
A fool
But I don’t care
I’d rather be a fool then be without you for even a fraction of a millisecond
Your absence causes such a decrease in my oxygen I’d die without it
I don’t care if people say it’s foolish
To be distraught over a man
I’d give my entire being to have his love forever, and would do the unthinkable to obtain it
I would die without him
When people ask me what love is, my mind instantly thinks of this
And they tell me
It seems more like an addiction then true love
Rafał Jul 17
Searching for a soulmate on a wide barren desert
Combing through the papers, looking for the answers.
And I'm always lonely like the fallen on Mount Everest
As I keep on fighting cold and the unfriendly weather.

Tell me whether I should move or should I stay,
It's hard to say;
I probably need to take a breath, but I gravitate
Towards the bottom of the planet -
My spaceship has crashed
And I don't know where I landed
Now I live as an outcast.

My vision is blurry, I got snow in my eyes
I cannot breathe, my lungs are filled with ice
Is it a dream or a vast paradise
To be content within or be content outside?
World on my shoulders as I proceed to move
Row to the shores of the ocean of bloom
Watch the horizon as it slowly burns
Each one of us awaits our turn
There's no return.
Amanda Jun 30
Every time I get to see your bright smile
It makes my heart glow with hundreds of happy lights
I wish I was able to spend more time in your presence
Sometimes miss your laugh on quiet nights

And even when we have not talked in weeks
I do not feel distressed, down, or blue
The warming touch of memory
Brings back all the things I love about you
For Brittney
BrokenSpeed May 9
Wasting time
Counting days
Waiting hours
Drowning for a few seconds

Messed up mind
****** up thoughts
Oh ******* ****, this makes me rot..
Please make them stop!!!!

What's wrong with me????
Why are you so toxic to me?
Every words pierces my heart
Good or bad, but there ain't no in between

You either hurt me
Make me happy
**** Me mentally
Or make me courageous...

The smile on my face disguises the feeling
You see a happy me
While I break while seeing my screen
Funny how you don't know any of this

Messed up mind
****** up thoughts
Oh ******* ****, this makes me rot..
Please make them stop!!!!

What's wrong with me????
Why are you so toxic to me?
Every words pierces my heart
Good or bad, but there ain't no in between

Lies and jokes
Fill our conversations
Yet all of those are distractions
Because you can't know the truth

You want to help me
But That makes it worse..
Less and less the truth comes out
Talking with hands is better than a mouth

Messed up mind
****** up thoughts
Oh ******* ****, this makes me rot..
Please make them stop!!!!

What's wrong with me????
Why are you so toxic to me?
Every words pierces my heart
Good or bad, but there ain't no in between

Less and less the truth comes out
I'm so glad we aren't talking out loud
Less and less the truth comes out
Talking with hands is better than a mouth

BrokenSpeed
To: My Ex-Friend...
SoVi Apr 2
I said it before, I’ll say it again
Hope we can move past these chain of events that keep us trapped.
Light up the room, light it again
Hope we can talk freely like children on school nights, miles apart.
Smile like before, smile again
Haven’t meet up for months, maybe it’s a sign that this is the end.

Maybe we shouldn’t play pretend.
Play dates are over now there are only days.
We’ve outgrown our toys, we’ve outgrown ourselves.



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Haley Tyler Feb 26
I found myself
driving down the road
with the wind blowing
cigarette smoke in my face

I found myself
in the passenger seat of her car
with the bass kicking louder
than the lyrics we screamed

I found myself
in the reflections of windows we passed
blurred by the downpour of rain
but not completely erased

I found myself
in her laughter and
my name passing through her lips
as if it were her song

I found myself
alone
her name floating through my mind
wondering where the **** it went wrong
—She was my best friend, now she’s just a stranger whose name I already know | h.t
Jennifer Feb 14
and as i put my eyes to rest
and sink into the dark
your face looms around inside my head
lighting up like a spark.

your sweet words boomerang
around my skull
and bloom in all the cracks;
makes my lips curl happily
as i follow all your tracks.  

they lead me to a blissful place.
where it is always night;
always glowing with orange light -
just enough to see your face.

when the moon is finally tucked away
along with every star
is when you kiss me good-morning
and assure me that tomorrow night
is not at all very far.
Mari Carrasco Nov 2017
Sometimes I wonder if my existence is at all valid,
I remember sitting on the bathroom floor at school with my then best friend and staring at the tile that surrounded us.
I thought about all the kids before us who have walked on this tile, escaping responsibilities, escaping teachers.
I thought about how absolutely insignificant that moment in time was,
how my plaid skirt and that unforgiving burgundy polo would later on refuse to bear witness to the things said and heard in that bathroom.
The mindlessly boring and insensitive ramblings of two teenage girls sulking on a bathroom floor made no ripple in the atmosphere.
The moment and the memory were gone as soon as they left.
If this trail of lost friendships and missed opportunities for significant bonds has taught me anything,
it’s that everything falls apart one way or another.
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