#late poems on Hello Poetry

Shah Ahmed Farouq Nov 2018

Anton

Anton is no stranger on being late
No matter the time nor the date
Whenever you have made plans
Anton will arrive as late as he can
Not familiar with the concept of time
Does not bother to even try
The only day that he will be on time
Probably be the day that Anton dies

Anton is a word in my local state to refer as a person who is always late

#anton #late #time

Kelsey Nov 2018

I think you're my religion

Sunday morning coffee
Old books and ***** snow
I don't believe in angels
I don't believe in angels
I don't believe in faith
Because roses can be mistaken for weeds
And the devil can be mistaken for human
But honey, last night I watched while heavens collided in your eyes

Okay so i woke up at 2am last night, wrote this then went back to sleep so I don't know if it makes that much sense but oh well

#religion #faith #poetry #poems #inspiration #late #night #love

zoe Nov 2018

2am

It is too late to sing
‘Wish you were here’
At the park in early spring
Under rainfall and bad covers.
It is too late to ride bikes
To race by the river trail
Fast through flashlights
A thousand stars beneath us.
It is too late to write
About signs and fights
In the drunken crowds
Too late to see a light
I blame this darkened room
Songs, sights, sarcasm, you.

#late #night

Basic Strain Nov 2018

Homeslice

So I live like a child.
Does it matter? No order, late, happy.
Should I get caught up in a relationship or work only for money. Na ah Im better off dealing with myself first. I dont see why people get to hate themselfs or maybe its the crayons speaking.

#happy #late #crayons #child #relationship #money

Oscar Nov 2018

1 am

the type of happiness that you don't feel,
so hopeful, content and full of dreams,
i know it cannot be real.

short

#happiness #short #three #lines #late #night #depression

Adrian Nov 2018

1 am phone call

I love you
                  Ok
I love you
                  Okay
Say it back
                    No
I love you
                  No you don’t

#love #phonecall #late #iloveyou

Cardboard-Jones Nov 2018

Fragmented

….
….
And it was real.

(Why?)

….I was missing.
I hear I was missing.
(You left the world you knew for me.)

Was it that easy?
….can't be real.
The way we grew….

I hear I was missing.
….I was missing.
(I needed your affection and your love.)

What did I do?
(Why did you leave?)
I wasn't ready for….

I shouldn't have promised…
(….I would have said yes.)
….asked for your hand.

You were a casualty...
(I need true emotion.)
Of my insecurity.
(….many ups and downs.
Why did you come here….?)

I was missing.
I hear I went missing.
(You went back to the world you knew.)
Now I can't sleep….

(Yes, it was real.)
And I never knew…
(You went missing.
...you were missing.)
I hate emotions.

Please….don't close it.
(….out of my driveway.
So many nights I cried…)

I hear I was missing.
I'm here, I'm not missing.
(He gives me affection and his love.)
….but this is real.
(It was….but no more….)

(He said we'll be married.
….we'll get married.)
I need you….I'm sorry...I left.
(Why….scared?)
I wasn't real
And I never knew it.
….
….
….
(Now I can sleep.)
….
….

#memory #regret #redemption #late #love #fragmented #broken #reflection

Rich Nov 2018

12:14 am

Inside a forest of my own making
where the vines are merciless and though dreams may die the evergreen awakens

I must be patient,
and follow the voice at my core

through these arches, roots, through the self-made distrust
that manifests as branches sharp enough to divide me
so I’m on guard like a sentinel

You think you’ve been starved of serenity
well I have a Chimera’s hunger and a sage’s mind

a lethal combination
and I'm killing more than time
I’m after my former self
since I need a rebirth and some revenge
because that man wasted centuries caught in vicious cycles

when the key to escape was right there between two temples.

#rambling #introspective #introvert #patience #change #love #selflove #philosophy #late #night