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Ryan Joseph Nov 2019
I am always alone.
No one wants to be my playmate.
I can't be with a friend who only uses me.
And too much hatred which surrounded me every day and every moment.

Therefore I came to think that;
I should write things which are related to literature
So I captivated and motivated myself instead.
So I created a distance and time myself to write a poem.

I wrote numerous poems on my notebooks.
Every day on school, every thought that came into my mind which is special to me-- I will write it down.
Organizing it and choosing it which is I usually do.

When I am done writing all of it,
I am gonna make a poem-- but making a poem is actually hard to me,
But there's nothing I can do,
I'll just think too much and thorough.

I had to think for a title,
After being done on a title-- of course, I am covered with sweat,
But sweat does no matter to me,
Because I have classmates who are usually going to praise me.

They may seem not to be friendly with me,
At least I could have a time to enjoy,
Laughter and smiles are in my surrounding-- when they are reading,
After reading, all is done and gonna keep it for me to go home.

Going home isn't my priority and what's on my mind every day,
But there's nothing I can do as well-- but to go home.
My poems are kind of useless when I am only making to let my classmates read it,
So I decided to go on surfing on the internet.

I have found too many websites-- but no one got my interest,
Howbeit, after how many times-- I have found this website either page,
Read too many poems which are actually nice,
And the people here are so very nice.

After I have found this page and read numerous poems and comments,
It came to my mind-- that it is time for me to post these poems,
Maybe I'll have and gonna receive some worthy praises,
And HelloPoetry, you are my beloved buddy.
this is not fake but a real one...
Vii HunniD Oct 2019
My vivid thoughts got me feelin' like a narcissist,
I'm nothing like a senseless nihilist.
Compelled with false accusations I become an arsonist,
I'm stuck in the moment like a horologist,
My actions have me feelin' like a monotheist,
The gist is I'm a God crafted mere automaton.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
anyone know why
profile and cover photos
refuse to upload?
Ever since I joined HelloPoetry 10 days ago, I've tried to upload a profile and cover photo but to no avail. I've written Eliot several times with no response. Anyone know what's going on? - (A questionku is a hybrid haiku in the form of a question.)
Mark Toney Oct 2019
anyone know why
some poems are double posted
through no fault of ours?
I've noticed some of my poems are double posted. Anyone know the reason why? Is it just a charming quirk of HelloPoetry, or is it something I'm doing? Or both? - (A questionku is a hybrid haiku in the form of a question.)
annh Oct 2019
Hire purchase, Hewlett-Packard, hand phones and - just maybe - Harry Potter have got nothing on Hello Poetry. A house party of honey pies, head pixies, and horizontal plotters hot piping their harmonic power from Hyde Park to Hunter’s Point, the High Plains to Himachel Pradesh. Household profilers, home porters, health practitioners and - it may be said - the odd human particulate here to engage in high-priority human performance.

P.S. Heart points and historic preservation aside, what the hoi polloi is up with those hit-by-pitch holding patterns, Eliot?

On Friday afternoon I had a conversation:
‘Got much planned for the long weekend?’ asked the checkout operator clicking the tips of her dark lacquered nails together while we waited for the till supervisor.
‘Catching up on some well overdue reading...HP...y’know?’
‘Do I ever! Mind you take a squiz at the small print. Those repayment schedules can be a real killer.’
Needless to say, by Saturday evening I was snorkelling for acronyms.

‘The machinations of ambiguity are among the very roots of poetry.’
- William Empson
Logan Paul Oct 2019
Hazy forest
A huge, solid snake slithers
betrayed by the grass
Daisy Ashcroft Oct 2019
I am but thirteen years old and yet
I feel as though I am older

I write, I read, I play, I laugh
All things that a child of my age should

And yet somehow I feel as though
There is more inside that I need to let go
I read these poems, row by row
But these writers shall never know
That I have looked up to them since long ago

I am young, I am smart
Therefore there is not much I can change into art

I'm a teenager, I'm at school
So on this site I feel like a fool

Right now, I don't have much to say
But maybe I will some other day
So please wait for the moment that I say 'Hey!
Here's something I can write about that won't just fade away.'
I can’t force the universe to understand me
I won’t throw a tantrum, two or more folks
That refuse to travel with me on this path
There are more than a billion folks ahead
Of this path, waiting to align with a stranger:
Dancing in the same levels of energies

So I won’t force “ this few” to understand me
Neither will I succumb to their negativity
I soldier on, I carry on, on this lonely path
Knowing the sun will shine someday, on this path
I don’t know when but I carry on like the good farmer
I have tried to travel with many by coercion, later to realize my feet is stuck in their emotions. No one was born as a slave to anyone... we are here in this plain to exercise purpose freely without fear
Zombie Oct 2019
I wanted to relish *****,
but WHISKEY drowned me in it.
I wish I can taste the  vodhka which I got..
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