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.
Nicole 16h
Girl of glass,
walking alone,
they'll all laugh,
and throw their stones,
the more they do,
she more the breaks,
pieces clatter to the ground,
with sunlight to see,
but the keep throwing,
They think she's beautiful,
but only when she's shattered
Alyssa Underwood Sep 2017
Only One
can bear the
of our hearts'
defects and

"'Come to Me, all who are weary and
heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.
Take My yoke upon you and learn
from Me, for I am gentle and humble
in heart, and you will find rest for
your souls. For My yoke is easy
and My burden is light.'"
~ Matthew 11:28-30

"My soul finds rest in God alone;
    my salvation comes from Him.
He alone is my rock and my salvation;
He is my fortress, I will never be shaken...
Find rest, O my soul, in God alone;
my hope comes from Him...
Trust in Him at all times, O people;
    pour out your hearts to Him,
    for God is our refuge."
~ Psalm 62:1-2,5,8

"Cast all your anxiety on Him
because He cares for you."
~ 1 Peter 5:7


'epic' version:

They cut away my ears
              They did

They tore my chin down
              They did

They broke and mutilated my fingers
              They did

You see?
It was them

              But just blame me.

( I was scared but now i'm free)
Something I dreamed about.
Radio Silence
in my head
in my bed
as I've met
many dark creatures
in my dreams
all in my dreams
so as it seems
This Radio Silence
is leaning over
I can't take cover
my thoughts they hover
around my dark-minded lover
ruins my eyesight
as I hide
in this shadowed light
and I abide
I abide
no care for pride
It's for the fool
the one that knows better
I rather drown in a pool
suffocating in words I drool
as I ascend
as my physics bend
blood-colored steam rises
my guilt finally liberalizes
Radio Silence
as I shout defiance
Radio Silence
as I speak of compliance
Radio Silence
a sort of reliance
when I lie in stillness
contemplating my wrongful illness
and ask for forgiveness
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury.
Your honour.
Play the evidence”

The sound of a projector whirrs
As wind in a snail shell.

“The defendant knew the man,
Had talked to him on train stations,
But kept it as hidden as a brief encounter.
He knew this man liked that band,
Not liked, loved,
And the defendant had a whole playlist to recommend and a whole compilation of
Critical readings on Post-Britpop to articulate.
the defendant being
Slow and mollusc minded.
He kept his oyster shut.

The whirring whizzes to ticking,
As nagging as potentially productive hours.

“Slowing the footage,
we can see
That his mouth even hesitantly gaped for a second.
Not one of his greatest hits was it?”

I think,
No need to punish me.
I do that deed upon myself.
My pen scribbling, clicking,
In my head at night,
With conversations I never had.
When you overhear a conversation that you could join in or spot someone you could get along with, but nervousness stops you from talking to them or joining in. From when I spotted someone from my college at a train station, I knew that like me he was interested in music, but I never spoke to him.
I wasn't into Radiohead like he was, but I would still enjoy talking about them.
(Anyone reading this like Bowie?)
The monsters that have no faces only names
The claws of guilt
The teeth of pain
The fists of agony
The kicks of sadness
These are some of the monsters that surround me everyday thrashing and tearing at my soul
The names are many
I can never truly get away
I flee into the darkness of my mind
Searching for the one monster that can keep the others at bay
He may be the worst of them all but if I find him I know the others will retreat at least for a little while
His name is Nothing as he wraps me in his arms
Suffocating me in his cold embrace
The darkness surrounds me as everything fades away
No light can touch him
He is my numb , my empty, my life
He is my monster the one keeps the other monsters at bay
So far now in the darkness of my mind the others will linger but will not get to close
Because he is with me
And that is enough
rebecca 4d
Why must the good girl feel sad and broken?
Is the world bind to her cold desperate prayer?
the sun too mocks what darkness has taken.
The devil has dragged her into his lair.

Her once bright eyes are now dull with sorrow
Her once happy spirit wants to depart
You set out to hurt like a stone arrow
You were her love until you tore her heart

It’s clear to us that you are a monster
Your eyes disguised to hide the hellish red
She still gazes sadly at your picture
She doesn’t trust the truth inside my head

Oh, if only she could see and let go
Perhaps maybe her joy could overflow
Guilt is a wound not healed by time.
It’s scars are maps to the memories.
And there are those that never forget.
Only in my work shall I find redemption
Where the  monsters are reduced to shadows in the sun.
Works in progress - experimental verse for a graphic novel based on the life of painter Vincent Van Gogh
Kabhi apna kabhi begana samjha use ,
Dil se dur hone ke baad mai samjha use ..
Jab pass thi tabh kadr nhi thi ,
Abh dur hai toh har jagh vahi hai …
Yeh dil ka dard hai ya chere ki mayusi,
Pr abh toh hai bs lafzo pe khamoshi,
Zehn me hai ek aisi madhoshi.
Ki chahat vahi hai, vahi hai duniya,
Na jane kha hai dudh raha hu galiiyan
Abh toh bs intzaar hi rasta hai ,
Kyuki Zindagi me mera sirf tujhi se vasta hai …
Sirf tujhi se vasta hai...
After break-up,
One in hindi on the occasion of HINDI DIWAS.
Mr Quiet Sep 13
Waking up,
To just feel all the regrets in my head,
I didn't know where it lead,
Now I'm waiting for the world to end.

Seeing you,
And all the things we used to do.
And remembering what I did to you.
I caused this and now I'm seeing you,
With somebody new.

It's all my fault,
I hurt you and I broke your trust,
We shared our souls and I ripped it apart,
We promised we'd make it and now here we are.
Here we are.

I'm dancing in the darkness to distract my pain and sadness,
And you're probably in your room,
Crying and hoping it'll all end soon.
Oh how I was so stupid and I could've done something,
To prevent all of this from happening,
Now I'm just lying down in silence.
Wishing to travel back in time and make everything alright,
And I know it's just a fantasy but I'd rather dream than waking up and feeling this guilt inside.
This guilt inside.
I broke your heart and now you're feeling "fine".
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
I don't want you to cry.
i never thought thought i'd break her heart and now i hate myself more than anybody else.
Next page