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Sometimes,
the knives in our backs
are the only things
keeping us upright;
Who'd have thought
betrayal could be our
greatest asset?
How ironic.
Amanda Sep 2
Maybe our relationship would have been better
If you had gone down to Idaho
Maybe you would not have changed into
This person I barely know

Maybe you would have been different inside
Willing to put up with me
Not this guy who is trying to mold
Me into the shape he wants me to be

Maybe you would still be madly in love
Maybe you would not have left me alone
Maybe you would still feel how
You did when you surprised me with that phone

You stayed, and this is how it worked out
This is the price I pay for needing you
I got exactly what I wished for but
Now I wish it hadn't come true
Be careful what you wish for... Aint that the truth?!
Elliot Munro Aug 11
Ignorance is bliss;
Sweeter than any kiss.
It’s an unfair kind of careless care.
This idea of something you missed,
Where?
A tear which never needed to be known,
There. In the mirror. Wipe away the smudges and it becomes visible,
Clearer. Shown in a smile that some would call naive. But you don’t because Ignorance is richer.
Your ears burn bright but you believe all is well, that all is right, so you continue your life like a phone in a theatre. Beating on the drum of negligence, perfectly pitching yourself as a heedless, harmonious heap; inauspiciously and ironically thinking ones self, misguidedly, meticulous. Inadvertently beautiful.
Ignorance is bliss.
writerReader Feb 2015
lovely
just lovely
great
how great
marvelous
Silverflame Aug 5
They call me the angel child;
and I suppose at some point, I once was one.
But my demons have cut off my wings a long time ago.
Kind of ironic.
I had you somewhere outside
We were so near to each other like never before
I talked to you on not giving up
Then you said to me not to let go
The skyscrapers  around us were breaking and falling
I was scared
Then I went to your back and you grabbed my hands
You let me hugged you
We were too proximate
Together we faced the end of time
As soon as we saw the end light, we went back to the beginning
It was just a bright light
But then I woke up, it was just only a dream
A dream that tore my heart
A dream that slap to my reality
Why?
Because the truth is, we have broken up
The dream is the opposite of our decision
Cause in reality, we didn't fight for our love
We never faced the falling world of us And that dream is a reminder of our shortcomings
And a reminder of what should have been done to save us.
J Jul 4
I write to forget.
I write so I won’t forget.
It’s a losing bet.
A losing bet.
Damn it.
How ironic.
miki Jun 22
you told me to show you where i hurt.
but you were wearing a blindfold.
and my hands were tied behind my back.

you told me to tell you how i feel.
but you had plugged your ears.
and i was choking on my own spit.
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