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Immortality Jan 12
To be a star,
you must burn.

To be a flower,
you must blossom.

To be art,
you must be created.

To be music,
you must be played.

To be a river,
you must flow.

But to be a lover,
you may not be loved.
I think love should never be conditional...

I’m not perfect, and maybe I’m the most complicated and imperfect girl.
Anddd... a lot of people dislike me and give sarcastic comment for that, buttttt.... my parents and siblings love me unconditionally <3...I thank God every day for it.
It's not about quantity of people, but quality of love, for me..... hehehe..... :)

Remember,
You are never alone; there’s always someone with you.
Maybe it’s just you who are too focused on what's in front of you and haven’t noticed the one standing beside you.
Kirito Jan 12
What a beautiful blue light
Is my life is really to bright?
Maybe i should roll a 2 dice
So i can see my new life
Valentin Eni Dec 2024
Do not trust a man if he has found his path
There is nothing but illusion ahead
So you must wait for him to sigh deeply and yawn
So
Follow him into his failure down
Maria Etre Nov 2024
What a word
It is deep enough
and when said
at the right time
it changes the narrative
paths, worlds, hearts...

"LIKE"
Not only are we similar
but the emotions
the word has are light and heavy
enough to show the likeness, laced with love,
with a heartbeat, a mind-beat

And adding the word "wise"
Oouufff
you have to be wise
to use the word likewise -
because for you to be
similar you are at that mental wit
to say it, feel it, think it

"I (insert emotion) you so much"
"likewise"

Now,
that's a game-changer
Hadrian Veska Oct 2024
The key circles round to the lock
A lock which is known needs no key
A door that only faces inward  
On the outside has nothing to see

To open the way is to find yourself
Staring at the firmly locked door
To find the key is to notice
You've not needed a key here before

The way to ascend is much lower
Not up or through but behind  
So that door and its lock will remain
Until we let them both leave our mind
Jeremy Betts Oct 2024
I had a dream
That I was star gazing
And all the stars fluttered away
Like lightning bugs
From a disturbed field
And my true path was revealed
Then I woke up
And forgot everything

©2024
Abi Winder Oct 2024
there's half eaten cake here.
remnants of its body
thrown onto small plates,
forks laid atop them.

empty bottles of cider
stand like bowling pins,
one stumble and they'll topple.
(much like us, one stumble and we'd fall).

drunken laughter,
spoken and unspoken admissions
fill the space between
silence and sleep.

and i wonder if years ago,
i hd made a different choice,
if this is still
where i'd be.
Heidi Franke Sep 2024
Disagree with me
Ever which way on a tree
Branch follows no one
Someone expressed concern about Hello Poetry and what constitutes a "poem" .
kel Sep 2024
i'm a procrastinator
barely getting anything done
my body's a traitor
never waking up and finish things

but i guess procrastinators
can be described in a beautiful way too-

procrastinating is like when the tides
fall back and
the path between the islands appears and guides
us as we leave footprints along the path

as the sun sets
and the moon gives us a soft glow
and we wash away our regrets
and finish our little trek

<3
a poem for procrastinators <3
Stephen Knox Sep 2024
The left hand path was never for me, held captive by secrets and dark mysteries.

The right hand path is from Yeshua’s travels. remember to thank him as this whole thing unravels.

This awakening for me happened deep inside, downloads began and my ego just died.

No more confusion about who is this “me”, perspective forever altered, now split into three.

Centeristic thinking now fills every day, this path I have chosen is called the middle way.
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