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Lying on my bed
With a phone in my hand
And the notebooks that I held
Filled with words of color
But my papers bled
And the words that come out is slur,
A struggle inside
A rollercoaster ride
Of words that wants to come out
But only a few survived
My desire to lock my mouth grew,
Locking myself up in a cage
With bars mage of rage
And floors of a history book page
With the girl inside
And the need to keep and hide
The sadness in her eyes
With a hint of annoyance,
Not to others
But hers
"we will never be okay
And we continue to be lonely
Because the attention you seek
Will never look to your way"
Justin 1h
Why, just why
I chained you up
And buried you deep
Within the darkness

Yet why does it burn
When my best friend
Told me he has
Fallen for you

I tried forgetting these feelings
I tried killing it off
By finding others
Burying it deep

I don't know
What to call it
Is it Jealousy?
Or something else

I don't want to lose
A close friend
Just because
Of my feelings

The feelings that haven't died
The feelings I have denied
The feelings that I lied
For the sake of myself
Please, How do i stop this again
Someone tol(d) me:
"feel the love
from your (a)ccomplishme(n)ts
versus the love from humans
(i)t's way mor(e) satisfying, (l)ovely"

Today,
I thank you
I still remember the day you took my hand,
Kissed my forehead,
And told me you didn't love me.
November 13, 2018
#66
“Was thy loved ones’ existence still present
when she hassled an ***** position
to fulfil her responsibilities?
Where she endured multitudinous battles,
inhibiting every single darted tear
dying to transpire.
Her frame of mind wavering as she
suppressed her deadly psychosis,
stirring the emotions of her loved ones’.
Unenlightened was thou
that as she rooted in their presence,
she nonchalantly decays within.
Her vehemence veiled into resisting mankind
fishing upon her burdens.
Insofar she is overpowered
by the mere evidence that she
cannot silence her sorrows.
She empowers time to abandon her,
awarding her the desired detention needed
to escape her companions,
therefore making it unachievable for
thou to witness her world-collapsing massacre.
She sobs so deep and profusely
to the peak of taping her mouth shut
to repress her whimpers ensuring that
no soul pay attention to her throttling tears
cheered on by the toxic oxygen
inhaled each second she still animatedly exists.
She sharpened blades,
turning her head as she engraved
thou blistered name into her delicate flesh.
She held up her gory wrists in
search of thou heavenly face,
and in dreadful return,
she felt tarnished chains
wrapped, encompassing her forearms.
In the midst of a dark storm,
yanked was she across the cold streets,
Dragged from rusted shackles.
She still held on,
hoping to be hoisted by her unrequited love,
but her presence was nonexistent.”
Marsha 9h
in a garden
filled with a thousand beautiful roses,
I am the wilting one.
It was your garden.
Helina 5d
Giving me mixed signals
You keep getting in my head, and not getting out
please, clear it up
You want me?
Or not?
I'm over here trying to flirt,
Knowing you're never going to turn
Please, I'm begging you,
stop this hurt

Your smile be making my day
You be flirting with all these ******* in front of me
but I'm not here to play

I love you more than you know
and I'm trying to show you that in every way
Come to me for anything
I'll support your everything
I don't have much, but my love will always be here
I'll be the shoulder you can cry on
From day until dawn
Yea baby i never want to see you frown

Don't know for how much longer,
but i'll still be waiting for you
I just want to see you happy
No matter who you choose
and i also know and understand,
You deserve your dream girl
The girl that's everything that I'm not
i used to love to play with magnets
playing with them in my hands;
seeing how close they could get without
becoming attracted...
but the fun has been ruined
for i too am a magnet
magnetized to you
Rejection after rejection,
They sting like swollen welts.
Thank you for your submission,
We’ve decided to move on with someone else.

We think your work is great,
But it is nothing close to literature.
Those verses that conjoin and separate,
Rhymes absurd and without structure.

Publishers want quiet rebels,
I am not quiet enough.
I write about my exploits and travels,
When all they want is boring stuff.

I wish I could tell them,
That it is an elegy,
Lamenting the death of freedom,
The passing of genius epiphany.  

But will I stop writing,
Just because they said no?
Or should I keep trying,
Though I might get another blow?
Robert 16h
oh so you're engaged now
madly in love huh
well that's funny isn't it
I'm kind of the same
but mostly just mad
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