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I am not the knight you seek,
I have no armor, dull or sleek,
I don't have shining hair,
the flowing speech, the noble air.
I only have my humble heart,
Which I WOULD give at the start.
Though I'm not strong or wise,
Let the dragon know in the skies,
If knight it met,
Would be better demise.
I wish I could be apart of the fairytale that my boyfriend has planned, but society would never let that happen.
You’re the robber
Holding the trains in my
Heart up
You demand all my insides
I hand them over
You demand hostages I provide
Every person I have ever been
But somehow it’s not enough
This life made you greedy
It robbed you of your love
I met you with a broken heart inside you,
And I promise myself that you boy will never be broken again.
I gave you all my love,
A love more than anyone can imagine,
I gave you my whole heart, every free time I got
Even my soul, I gave it all to you.
But I guess every story has to end. right?
Because when she came back,
You throw me away,
Like I was nothing to you.
You throw my heart away and left.
Thank you for the broken heart you gave me,
That once yours.
does my love wasn't enough?
Abby Nov 22
I gave you my best,

I've never travel down for someone when they're down.

I've never comfort someone the way i comfort you.

I've never worried others like how i worried about you.

I've never go this far for someone but for you.

I've never cried for someone so badly just because knowing i did my best but it's not enough.

But you left me because its not enough.
Why do they keep promising the things that they don't mean it?
"YOU HAVE A B-" she yelled, "AFTER ALL MY EFFORT?"
"I tried my best"  I exclaimed,"  I PUT EFFORT TOO."
"NO YOU DIDN'T CAUSE IT IS HARD TO FAIL A GOOD STUDENT." she said increasing the rate of my heart beat as each words escaped from her mouth.
"SO MY BEST IF FAILING TO YOU?" I questioned her inferred theory
"NO, CAUSE THIS IS NOT YOUR BEST. ALL A's, THAT IS YOUR BEST. THIS... THIS.." she paused and took a deep breathe, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS. YOU BETTER FIX IT. YOU MUST  MAKE IT BETTER.  MAKE IT MORE THAN YOUR BEST
MAKE IT GOOD ENOUGH."
"HOW!?" my voice could hardly escape from my throat.
"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T CARE. JUST BE GOOD ENOUGH FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE.... MAKE ME PROUD, MAKE ME HAPPY, MAKE ME SMILE."
I'm trying..
I'm trying.
Emmah Oct 11
I am burdened
With emotions
I don’t want to feel
Don’t know how to deal
With my suffocating heart
My brain tries to depart
I don’t want this to be real

My mind struggles
Under the weight
Of my broken reality
Something’s wrong with me
The blood in my veins
Are filled up with pain
Unfortunate calamity

I am too much
Yet not enough
Beneath waves filled with ****
I drown under the swell
Crumbling under pressure
Can’t escape this, ever
Bottom of a never ending well
The title is German - the literal translation is “life tired”
Shane Rowe Oct 5
The simplicity of my words scare me
The depth of my emotions cannot scratch the surface
A whirlwind of chosen pieces
Fog my mind
I am a ***** to a game
I cannot win

How do I become better
At presenting my passions stronger?
I am weak with the thought of failure
Maybe It's just not who I am
I really tried
But what’s the point of trying if you don’t want any results?
Is there a point of making it if you hate what you made?

Focus on the small things
Focus on the good days
Focus on the count
On your goal
I believe in you
But I don’t want you to believe in me

If what I want is to plant a tree,
Why am I filling up this hole?
‘Cause you told me to?
‘Cause I feel the need to please?

You don’t need me to please
You don’t need to clear your conscience
Don’t worry
It’s okay

There’s no point in fixing something right before you throw it out
Can you take out the trash?

Do I have to do everything myself?
Guess so

I’m sorry
I really tried
But it’s just not me

I just can’t

So take the equation
take LIFE and subtract 62BPM
You’ll find the solution
her eyes glistened
with the light of
a thousand stars.

they told me
she was not enough.

her scars were painted
across her canvas called skin -
each one unique to itself.

they desperately
cried out for help.

her glossed lips smiled softly,
pulling her ****** features
into a jovial facade;
allowing a melodious
voice to fill the air

it said
"i'm okay, thank you for asking."

- v.m
she is incredible and doesn't deserve to feel like anything less. she is you. you are incredible. keep reminding yourself of this until you believe it.
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