#newpoem poems on Hello Poetry

Alaska Sep 2019

the simple touch of your fingertips on mine
the way we used to walk just a bit closer than friends do
causing our hands to bump together as if our bodies were just begging us to intertwine our fingers together
no one passing by would be able to mistake us as “just friends”

i am absurdly busy today and all i am doing is reading and writing poems. i really admire the talented people on this website, everyone’s style is so unique and gorgeous.

#love #boyfriend #girlfriend #ex #newpoem #newpoet #intertwine #holdinghands

Yoni Schulman Jul 2019

mercies

you said sunlight
wave after wave
is an endless mercy
given to us all

Greenville, 10 AM
I see water dripping off
their tiny black hands in the street
i hear their laughter echoing out
like wind chimes up the shadows of the city block
heat flows out of their purple heads
and carries up into the chlorine air
into the orchestra of traffic
through which
we vanish
like smoke

#poem #newpoem #light #mercy #imagery #abstract #minimalism #minimalistpoem

india Apr 2019

Untitled

I hold down your eyes, forging a filter of darkness
My daunting arms holding you down. Making you slow.
I drag you to the places you forgot existed
I wander the sinister alleyways of deserted thoughts
I force feed you your own spoiled hatred until you’re so full you cannot eat
and so sick you cannot sleep
I steal the fluorescence from everything you see
You only write sad poems because of me

- depression

please give me feedback, i wrote this as part of 'escapril' and the prompt was in another perspective so i wrote about the only other thing i know too well.

#depression #mentalhealth #sad #pain #poem #newpoem #new #poetry

Jenay Long Mar 2019

Three Cheers For Villainy

She stumbles crookedly, confused by the pure hatred in their eyes,
She cries, afraid of the blood slowly seeping from sliced palms and soles.
She reaches out, only to be scorned by those who are to love her,
She covers her ears, as rage-filled words, echoes incessantly, cutting deeper into the wounds.
She hides in her own little dark corner, as she feels the pain their powers bring.
     Aren't villains the only ones that
     They should hurt?
     Does that make her one then?
She falls deeper, deeper down the rabbit-hole - deeper into the toxicity that is her life,
She scars harder; becoming more wretched, surrendering to the demons that haunt her.
She's disregarded by the powerful; she's scorned by the weak.
Its  s e m p i t e r n a l.
     "You cant become the hero."
     "YOU CANT BE A HERO."
She knows this, known it for so long now.
      No; everyone says she cant be the hero -
      Why not be the villain instead?
                                                              By: Jenay Long

Originally made for a book idea, now an individual poem. After all if you can't be the hero - become the villain instead

#original #newpoem #handwritten #firstever #enjoyiguess

Anthony Esposito Feb 2019

I Wonder What

I was smoking a cigarette, in the early morning hours.
Devoured by the fog that came to claim its home.
The neighbors started shouting as they usually do.
The city starts to wake and speak.
I wonder what it says to you?

The wife began to clamor out the front door.
Dragging behind her, her husbands clothes.
He followed behind her not fazed and unamused.
Like this had happened before.

A single taxi stutters by.
No service sign is lit.
The drivers face, like a ghost.
I wonder where he’s been?

The whole world is working.
It never stopped, since I’ve been standing here.
The streets lights begin to flicker off.
The sun begins to rise.
My cigarette has long been out.
And my lungs again fed up.

I wonder where your waking up?
I wonder do you think of me?
A city so big you could hide forever.
A city so big we could rule it together.
Set fire ourselves.
Burn it down if that’s what we pleased.
Or we can build it up.
Have towers in the sky.
And watch it till we grow old together.
I wonder if this could be?

#whatdoyouthink #newpoem

A Lorraine Jun 2018

a piece of advice

write for yourself
meaning
if you write for anyone but-
you will eventually
forget what your own voice
sounds like.

- a.lorraine

#prose #newpoem #advice #writing