#meaning poems on Hello Poetry

Paul Hoefer 14h

Lou

Hey Lou—
so beautiful.
I love you.
The world forgets what that means sometimes,
but not me.
Not here.
Not now.
Lately, I sit back
and I wonder—
is there even such a thing
as good and evil?
Or are they just mirrors
for opinions dressed as truth?
People don’t fight for ideas anymore.
They fight because they can,
because someone else said don’t,
because silence feels like losing.
But I remember a different time—
a time of minds that opened galaxies.
Stephen Hawking dreamt in black holes,
Einstein listened for the whisper of atoms.
Our heroes once lit torches,
not screens.
They had questions bigger than their fame.
Now?
We chase faces.
Cases.
Shock over substance.
Talent’s in the back of the line,
waiting behind a viral clip.
We used to talk about evolution,
about meaning,
about everything unseen and still real.
Now we scroll.
Now we sell.
Now we perform.
It’s almost better to be bad
than to be brilliant.
At least bad gets views.
At least bad gets seen.
We move too fast.
Too fast to sit.
Too fast to feel.
Too fast to wonder.
Even to breathe feels like a distraction.
Reflection’s a luxury
this generation can't afford.
I come from a place
they used to call
the Empire State—
where people built dreams
out of steel,
sweat,
and belief.
where artists left proof—
expression etched on city walls
like the first handprints in the caves,
a visual history,
marking time,
influencing it.
I live in a country
where dreams were once possible.
Where greatness wasn’t just myth—
it was motivation.
But now the motive’s
a bank account.
And the dream?
It’s behind a paywall.
Nobody talks about the race,
the planet,
the soul.
They just talk about the numbers.
The hustle.
The next thing.
Always the next thing.
And yet—
in the silence between all that noise,
I still believe
someone out there remembers.
Maybe it's me.
Maybe it’s you.
Maybe it’s us.
Still here.
Still breathing.
Still choosing to care

I hope the words, thoughts, and life inspire a moment of interest and remind people of the human connection that is often overlooked.

#love #reflection #society #truth #heroes #hope #meaning #life #change #loss

Bonnie 23h

Finding meaning in dust

How human it is to speak with a drawl
to define and expound and interpret it all,
naming objects and assigning a label
placing a meaning and fixing it stable.

Is it really that thing that we named, overweening
or is it's existence outside of our meaning.
A teacup exists in a ritual of convention
a utilitarian Chinese invention.

But it's also a collection of bone dust and clay
the function transforming the substance this way,
the matter and molecule existed before
and after it's broken it's bone dust once more.

We build a construction of nouns in our head,
the meaning assigns a convenient "instead"
As the vessel returns to it's matter
language and labels and meaning will scatter.

Impermanence is both fickle and cruel
but in a grand triumph of human renewal.
we impose hope in our order once more
pretending that chaos bends to our lore.

A light hearted look at three existential topics;
the nature of meaning and existence,
the ephemeral nature of human creations,
the constructs of language and convention.

#existential #language #meaning #objects

Alan S Bailey 5d

The Meaning of

All things, coalescing and descending
Into a dark lake like
Floating down into a void with all so meaningless,
Everything getting foggy, musty, repetitive

But still aware of the storm raging above!

This world is a bitter place until you take
The pieces that are all too commonly well
Kept together, so well preserved
That it's making you sick...
I learned what the meaning this is

Just break it all up and send it all to the great beyond!

That would do the trick

Yep...

Just thought I'd give it a try

#meaning #truth #reality #fresh #renewal #love

My Dear Poet Apr 18

Say

I didn’t say what I needed to say
I said what I wanted

It’s been a while

#words #meaning #expression

Mariah Apr 15

Kaleidoscope

"All this really is so silly.
You don't need to cry,
you're a big girl"

When really all Im hearing
Is how you think I should deal
With the world
You can't tell it's persevering
It's how I choose to heal
From the chaos its unfurled

As if it's only suffering
You've only known one part
You cannot see the peace it brings
It humbles my bleeding heart

The sun will start to reach me soon
Every time I go outside
It's radiation turns me into
Someone new and I
Will wonder why
I stayed inside my room

But just like you can't feel the warmth
If you have never felt the cold
You cannot learn to love yourself
If you choose not to see the old

The habits, the regret
The sadness, the unrest
It walks hand in hand with the
Moments at their best

The laughter, the worth
The rotting beauty of the earth
It's alive and then it dies
It cycles with intent
It doesn't bother with goodbyes
Just like the night and sky
It knows what it's death will represent

I can't ride through that meadow
Without coming out with pedals on my bike
Just like I'm never clean
I'm covered in the residue of my life

And even though I cry
It's meaning is never lost on me
It's about how hard I try
To face the worst and still believe
There will be another time
I know what all the struggle means
It isn't just a knife

The sun will shine
The rain will pour
I will certainly cry once more
In a life that's truly mine

It's not about defeat
It's not about demise
It's not about trying to compete
It's all about surprise
The shock and awe
To find yourself alive

After all we've suffered
After all we bled
To hope we can recover
That this is not the end

If one day
You finally understand
Who I was and who I am
You might know why I would cry
And possibly join in next time

On that day is hope
That you can call and tell me
If it is really all that silly
How I choose to cope

It isn't black and white to me
Can't you see
That I believe
Life is a kaleidoscope
Reds and greens of suffering
Blue tones of hope
Coloide inside
A cinemascope

The light that shines
Can be so bright
It blinds sometimes
And all I can do is cry

The suffering is the best part. It helps me see the worth.

#meaning #chaotic #misunderstood #strength #worth #soft #strong #coping #perseverance #bpd

Ayla Grey Apr 15

To Live

Life is made by sorrows
By sadness and despair
Life is made by memories
And words that aren't quite there

Life is wrapped in pieces
And fed to children by the spoon
Life is made by hopes and dreams
And shot far over the moon

Life is full of happiness
But overwhelmed by the pain
And life is full of moments
Like dancing in the rain

Now life can feel so simple
And then take its final toll
Before you realize the fun is over
And now you're growing old

Life will have its ups and downs
Its burdens and its dreams
Life will take its time in pain
And speed through joy like movie scenes

Life will hurt the one that lives
And praise the one who cries
But the beauty in our humanity
Is finding meaning in our lives

We're not meant to live in black in white
We're meant to learn and feel
Our thoughts and our emotions
Are the things that make us real

#life #meaning #purpose #feelings #human #humanity #hope

Jonathan Davies Apr 14

home

For home is in the eyes of my friends and my kin,
beside the deep footsteps where my lover has been.
It is found by the shadow of the one I do miss,
next to the smell of that fragrant last kiss.
So where is my home, let me find it once more,
for it exists near my heart, of that I am sure.

#love #home #friends #hope #happy #life #journey #meaning

Reece Apr 13

The Road I Travel On

As we walked through the wood,
I found myself oddly stood,
Amidst my peers and fellow friends,
As we searched to find an end,
For we believed we could.

There was a fork in the road,
Two paths diverged, their end unknown.
My peers and friends took the right,
While I stood, paralyzed in fright,
Not knowing where to go.

As they walked down their trail,
I hoped and prayed that they’d prevail,
But feeling called to look around,
I focused on the ground,
And studied, and eventaully prevailed.

The one to the left,
Had been more unkempt.
The right was more ideal,
Even though they hurt their heels,
They charged forward without regret.

However, deep in my soul,
I felt called, the origin unknown,
To walk the path that no one dared,
Not necessarily because they were scared,
But because the right had been controlled.

So, gathering my wits,
I took a step, with no intention to quit,
And walked down the path to my left,
A warm feeling spreading in my chest,
A sense of pride, I must admit.

The road I travel on,
Not many dare to step upon,
But those who do are,
Chosen by the stars,
To walk the road I travel on.

A shorter, not-so-subtle nod toward "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.

#choice #meaning #short #individual #believe #faith #road #metaphor

Bonnie Apr 11

What is the meaning of meaning

What is the meaning of meaning you ask
As if understanding could even unmask
The word described by the word is just cagey
And the search for it, well, that’s pretty new agey

Perhaps it’s the happiness, before we focus on dread
Our beauty that’s fleeting before we are dead
It hums in the silence, it leaps through the air,
It thrives in knowing — and not knowing — it’s there.

Yesterday whispered, “You’re nothing at all,”
Today stretches forward, a tentative call.
Tomorrow might gift me a torchlight, a spark,
Or leave me still wandering blind in the dark.

It’s both the climb and the ache in our knees.
It’s both the summers warmth and the winter’s freeze
It shouts in our triumph, but it hides when we lose,
An whisper of a mumble that will only confuse.

The search for the question, or the answer’s pursuit,
An enigma of itself that will never compute
A cosmic conundrum, a riddle, a game—
the meaning of meaning is one and the same.

The existential topic of meaning whimsically teased at.

#meaning #truth #beauty #existential

irinia Apr 9

who

the mind needs to repeat this journey
into the clarity of fruits/glasses/doors
they used to talk with voices without tears
they used to speak without tongue
we are pedestrians into aerial dreams sometimes
we live in this density of meaning too complex for a circle
an uncoscious trajectory so precise & mysterious
I throw myself into the pool of time,
in its seeds, dangers, spirals,
into the unseen in my eyes
who I am is a destiny

#mind #dream #meaning #time #destiny