#poem poems on Hello Poetry

Draumgaldr 6m

Whatever I think, I say it and mean it.
I wear my heart on the seams of my sleeve.
The coming wind holds my poems and their meanings,
Like smoke, I let it pass over me.

I follow every laughter, every melancholy feeling.
I tread every road that I ever see.
To be alive is to bear the searing
Fiery breath of what caused us to be.

I, that hold the cold of summer leaving,
Can only sense that I hold my poetry—
That which I hope has sailed with the weary,
That which I dread always follows me.

Whispers of fire and smoke trail behind the steps we cannot see—carrying burdens and blessings alike. This is the breath that births and haunts.

#poetry #existence #melancholy #heart #life #poem #reflection #emotions #loneliness #hope

Draumgaldr 11m

Lady of Fortune

It was the mist that carried her over,
Her fragile form merged with the dark.
Her feet were wet and seeding clover,
And whatever she touched, she left a mark.

She drifts on mist and shadow, weaving fate with every step — the keeper of chance, the lady who marks the course of lives

#fortune #luck #fate #mist #mystery #poetry #poem #poetsofinstagram #darkpoetry #ladyoffortune

Mark Wanless 3h

personal 25/7/20a

what is worse than
an empty poem no poem

#personal #poem #no

Maria Etre 5h

Who's Writing Who?

I wonder
if I surprised life
with the things I've done
or if it's vice versa

#society #poetry #poem #writing #loop

Ander Stone 7h

Parthenopean songs and ordinary exceptionalism

eyes of rumbling fire
when she looks at me
with that burning desire
I walk the distance
and bathe in flames for a while.

lips of thundering waterfalls
when she talks to me
with those Parthenopean calls
I swim the distance
and dance in waves for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me

skin of icy winds and hailstorm
when I look at her
with a thirst to take in her form
she glides the distance
and I drink her in for a while.

hair of dark shadow and stone
when I talk to her
with trembling voice and tone
she strides the distance
and I steady myself for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me

hands of red and teeth of white
when she kisses me
with a hunger so full of spite
she cuts the distance
and I give myself for a while.

cries of pain and howls of delight
when I kiss her
with an ordinary, yet ravaging bite
I cleave the distance
and she becomes ravished for a while.

the way she claims me
and gives herself to me
leaves no room for the scavengers

#poem #poetry #love #desire #ravage #ravish #tension

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆-𝑬𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒍 9h

Rose

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

But from yours, I observe a gentle landscape.

You are that rare rose that doesn't need to be picked to be loved and admired.

Even the wind stops to smell your perfume of vanilla mingled with the sweet scent of coconut.

Beneath your delicate petals hide strengths that few guess, but that I can perceive.

Even if your scars have not yet healed.

Like thorns planted by the dark days of your past,

You continue to bloom with the same gentleness.

Among the gardens I have crossed, it is your grace and your charm that have stopped my steps.

The more I observe you, the more I understand that some beauties do not fade, even under threatening skies.

To that special one

#poem

eliana 21h

Music

Music comes in many different ways.
It has a way of healing. The magic
it holds to change a person is
unbelievable. Music soothes
the soul                 but it also
can bring            many other
emotions                   as well.
It can                     take you
to another                          world.
Every song is               different, with
each its own          stories, relationships,
feelings                                    and

i made a concrete poem in 4th grade as well, we were doing poetry in class and made a variety of poems and types so heres this as well. (its supposed to look like a music note i promise it looks better on paper 😂)

#conrete #poem #music

eliana 21h

Grief

The feelings that come up when we lose someone are
numb
disbelief, shock,
All of this is normal.
The reaction to death happens in zigzag ways
surprising us with levels of intensity
for a longer period than we thought possible
we have to trust that all that is happening is part of the healing
Mourning is a signature experience, unique to each person-- and at each loss-- in form, duration, and impact.
We may experience tears
Feel sadness that someone is gone
Angry that he or she was taken from us.
We are afraid of the emptiness we will feel now.

i did a blackout poem for school in 4th grade and i found it and i wanted to share it. everyone thought i was so deep when i wrote it and called it dark and blah blah but i was just way ahead of them lol, anyways hope u enjoy

#blackout #poem #old #grief #death #loss

NOIR 22h

248 (HAIKU)

White roses drench my
Red tinted heart; poems fall
Into the silence.

This is an acrostic poem dedicated to my first love, whom I never got to tell my feelings...

#haiku #lyric #lyrics #love #poem #sad #short #metaphor

pretzz 1d

Drawn to Your Essence

Constantly reflecting on Your presence,
Searching the hearts of every believer.
Drawn to the love from Your essence,
Basking in grace as Your receiver.

A whisper louder than the pain,
Your love that sets the captive free.
Through storms and silence, You remain,
In every breath, Your truth I see.

I made this after listening to Newboys' songs.

#poem