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Toxic yeti Dec 4
Dear Spencer.
I got your messages
You say that you want to talk
I am not interested
You say you miss me
I don’t.
We may have had some things in common
But don’t you remember
The names you called
Don’t you remember that you attacked my religion
Don’t you remember that
You threatened me
No
྅འརེ
So you get nothing from me.
I love myself, my DNA and my faith
To put up with your hatred.
My heart being pressed,
my soul being crushed,
I am unable to breathe,
I am unable to stand,
what's happening to me!!!

Am I getting lost
or simply out of my mind?
what's rising within me?
a whirlwind of thoughts
or a whirlpool to drown me!!!

everything seems blue,
and i have no clue.
Can someone help me?
Can someone sort it out?
how to get these things out!!!
seven

could this be

our lucky numer

breathe
before
you
listen to me
we
said
then
she wrote
?










...
..
.
this may
have never
happened
...
Obscrea Dec 2017
I think I miss you a lot
More than I realize
Because things keep
Happening and I
Always

Find myself wishing
That I could tell you
All about them.
Jean Sharlot Nov 2017
I'm having akward feeling
I want to talk to tell stories
I want to listen to be updated
I want to laugh to have fun
But i was here away from everyone
Arlene Corwin May 2017
Saying Political Things

I suddenly find myself
Saying political things.
A president who has a name
That pumps out rhymes that rhyme with stump and thump and clump
So numerous, so humorous you try in vain
To stifle sniggering, giggling, trying to abstain
That is, when you are not afraid of what comes next,
(What, whose head will come undone on any pretext.)
I, who never had opinions of significance inside my head,
Find that I am sitting up in bed
Watching the news,
The countless views,
And find I’ve got some too!
The boohoo, ***** you kind, and views about:
Is North Korea bad or mad?
Why is the crime rate rising?
Is it rising?
Not the least surprised
If it goes either way.
And so I say,
It’s unexpected to discover
Arlene Corwin (former Nover)
Faltering and altering, but taking stance,
Dancing around matters of importance,
Though they may be comical to you,
Positing her new-found thoughts political.

Saying Political Things 5.29.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
Is it happening to you too?
Arcassin B Aug 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


#2 pencils for your thoughts,
A minor invite to let the words flow from ones inner chi,
Slipping through the cracks and tears of images and frames that
Makes the mind project the bad memories in paranormal states
Of thinking about dark figures appearing in front of you and
Putting fear and feat inside while your body is paralyzed from
Head to toe in hopes that your soul will not get carried to **** as you
Hear the voices,
Let the ocean and the sun shower over your phases and sins,
Being young is a giving, it's not an accomplishment,
Clicking heels and biting black fingernails,
Be as spiritual as the dawn and the shine on fifty cents,
Young Man , Young Lady,
They are one,

/

Lucy's in the sky with diamonds tonight,
She's looking good,
Sparkles running through the vains of her eyes,
She knows it's just not fair
I miss you just as much as you miss me even though you're
Never there,
Up in the sky.....
I live to die......
a garden grave....
a garden grave.....
There are no slaves in the valley,
It's more important than family,
Some people deal with it commonly,
But also has their own anatomy,
I'm glad I find it so challenging,
But I rely on strateging,
You can't escape from the happenings,
Don't let your heart end up in packaging.
©ABPoetry2016

http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/young-wonder-3.html
Pauline Celerio Jun 2016
This should not happen.
I shouldn't be thinking of you.
I shouldn't be looking forward to that day
I will meet you once again.
This should not happen
I shouldn't be here lying awake
At 1:48
Rereading all your messages.
This should not happen.
I should be able to leash upon these emotions.
But they are starting to break free
Against my wishes.
This should not happen.
Haven't I learned my lesson?
Haven't I felt the repercussions
That I brought upon myself before?
This should not happen.
I shouldn't be feeling this way.
I shouldn't be building castles
That one day are going to break.
This should not happen.
But I also tire of holding
Everything inside me
So should I just let things be?
This should not happen.
Not when I will be vulnerable again.
Not when I will be miserable again
Once things don't work out.

I shouldn't let this happen.
I really shouldn't.
But I can't help it.
Oh *** I can't help it.

I can't help it anymore.
Should I open my heart again?
Nath Rye May 2016
never was i
going to be held by the throat
ever again,
played with a leash
like a mindless dog

i was wiser than that

but son, when love strikes
your supposed wisdom is met
and negated by
a dash of crazy
a hint of impulse
that, dear, oh dear
lead to
a multitude of reckless decisions.

but maybe that's the way
life's meant to be lived

take a risk
nothing much
Divine Dao-3 Apr 2016
Slid  slide . . .

Humid.       Hommo.    Lie.      
Lay
Ad Homminem.

Morpheus
Erecti

Potent as a flower
In my hand

Are your hello smiles

An autochtonous wild
Self borne man
Electric feels
Lingering

As all aboding
Spanish essence

Elders
Adults  
Children

Through the air
Around

Sharing
Atmosphere
Some wisdom thoughts

Through those silent lucidities
Knowing
The

Unknown
The you who's caught as I
Am by the
Surprise

Stepping out of, staring at the deep
Dark  event  horizon

Where we meet again
At the day dormant
Vacancy of things
ning
In all iclusive
Blythe mimicries and diversities

Me me cries consciously
Denied

To see Thee as
Next to you

Only-You

Artistic
Friend?

Mini

N   a  ~   n   o

T  h  e  a  t  r  e
Particular  it  is    

This
Bite
Bitten
Li­ps sealed
Ludistic lush
Lavandum
Evers

Fleet
Flattering
Final rounds

Addressing us- n'our
Amazing

Cosmonaut no-order
At its utmost  
Benevolent
Diapason


Eventually harboured home
Sweet
Home

Projections are rising
and scrolling
By the

Middle F

Tame      
the
Times
Thames

You don't have to say  


Anything!
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