#poemoftheday poems on Hello Poetry

Hasanur Rahaman Shaikh Jun 8

During the chess game,
she made a good move.
I smiled a little,
typed:
"Nice"

Just felt right.
A simple thing.
No reply.
We played on.
It ended—a draw.

Then came her words.
First:
"indian"

I blinked.
Felt the air shift.
Then, second:
"monkey"

I just sat there.
Not hurt yet. Not angry.
Just… stunned.
Like: is this real?
I typed back:
"Why"

I added:
"You broke my heart"

I read it again.
Still stunned.
I didn’t know her.
Didn’t do anything.
We just played.

Then she dropped:
"virginity"

That word.
Out of nowhere.
Then:
"i no interesed"
"bye"

It didn’t sting.
It didn’t burn.
It just confused me.
Like the wind changed direction
and I wasn’t ready.

I wrote:
"Virginity?"
"What are you saying?"

No reply.
Just me,
sitting with a drawn game
and a question
I never saw coming.

Hope this poem reaches you.
To Juana Dayana
Of Colombia—
From HRS,
An Indian soul,
Caught in a drawn game’s pull.

- THE END -

© 2025 June, Hasanur Rahman Shaikh.
All rights reserved.

It was just a game—until it wasn’t. A simple move, a small smile. Then her words came—sudden, sharp, and strange. This poem is me, still trying to make sense of that moment.

#heartbreak #gaming #unexpected #silence #confusion #draw #emotions #poetryoflife #personal #poemoftheday

Kashif Ali Abbas Jun 3

To You

Whose mind shall rest now
Whence the body is to bow
A lifelong ballad it has become
Where to go? Where to have some
The sweet meeting juicy wine
Of your charms and of mine
Of hopes I feel warmth of love
Of memories of pleasure's dove
Ah! You silly heart stop whinnying
The pain has to go, to be winning
I daresay! Let the cute rhymes go on
Let the water flow, let it melt so on
For once,I saw that fairy's new dream
The smile for me, hiding it may seem
What's this and well why it's to mend
Oh God! Why our matter doesn't end?

A poem about love

#poetry #poemoftheday #spokenword #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #wordpresspoetry #kashifaliabbas #authorlife #poetrylovers

Odd Odyssey Poet May 24

The Character I Pretend to Play

There’s a parachute stitched into my eyes— soft silk holding
nothing, as I watch myself freefalling into an empty space
The ringing words of love still call, like fading prayers –
as the voices of lovers trying to reconnect.

But I never was good at playing my heart. But aren’t you
expecting me to stay in character? To wear the lines you
wrote for me, in the means of keeping up this fantasy of love.
My smiles are scripted; as everyone else is helping to create
such a picture frame. The world helps paint our picture from
all the wildest of conversations; but the more they run out of
your mouth, the more they seem to taste so tame.

These tired eyes have searched in your eyes for a reflection
I can truly bend– so is the baggage claim of my baggy eyes;
visioning our broken pieces coming together to hopefully
mend.

I was your background character, your silent NPC in a game
you never knew I played, the first time. But when I stopped
watching, when I stopped turning toward you with secret
obsession – you started to feel the crush of my own crush.
Now you chase the echo of something that once held you
true—that hidden crush, that tender view, searching. But love,
my dear, truly YOU, should see how love is so **** blind.

#spokenwordpoetry #emotionalpoetry #unspokenwords #heartbreakpoem #modernpoetry #poetryofthesoul #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poemoftheday #poetryisnotdead

MS Mar 14

Echoes of Self

Life hits different in adulthood,
A storm of thoughts,
Silent whispers in the wind.
The power to be you,
A hidden flame, glowing bright.
The power within you,
An unyielding force, taking flight.
Time with you,
Moments carved from the sands of life.
Time to be you,
Embracing shadows, shedding strife.
Happiness to be you,
A garden blooming in the heart.
Happiness within you,
A quiet dawn, a work of art.

#poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #selfdiscovery #innerpeace #adulting #mindfulliving #poemoftheday

Kundai N Nov 2024

The in-between

Life--
Sometimes it gets too much,
And that's too much for me.
Sometimes it's not enough,
And that's not enough for me.--

The poem is all about the in-betweens in life, the unspoken pressure that leads to failure or success.
It's saying that the pressure, situation or what ever circumstances on efaces can be too much of not satisfying, whichever it may be it's something that trumps the mood.

#selfdiscovery #poetryoflife #poemoftheday #selfexpression #human #experience #feelings #emotions

solfang Jun 2024

diamond

you're the diamond in the rough
when it comes to love;
for your smile shines
powering the times
i was not fine.

all you do is teach me,
that frowns are just
smiles upside down;
and all I teach you
is love exists too

trying to revive my lil love for poetries. reposting an old draft

#poemoftheday #diamond #happiness #sadness #love #relationship

leolewin Jun 2023

When I’m Gone

If you want me when I’m gone,
Simply look up at the stars,
And I will twinkle back.

If you want me when I’m gone,
Simply close your eyes and listen,
For I will be singing with the birds to you.

If you want me when I’m gone,
Simple feel the earth below your feet,
I will be with you every step of the way.

If you want me when I’m gone,
Simply smell the sweet scented flower from the black locust tree.
Pause and move on with your day.

#toronto #canada #poemoftheday #canadianpoet #melancholy #life #death

leolewin Sep 2022

Done Laughing

Pardon me as I burst into flames and vanish into a cloud of smoke.

The world's some sick joke and I'm done trying to laugh.

Goodbye

#frustrated #poemoftheday #poetry #sad #ohwell

Nikita Sep 2021

The Snowball Effect

She smelt of
Burnt coffee,
Vaseline,
And hopelessness.

Glass shards cloaked the floor,
Smothering her belongs,
Like a blanket used to suffocate captives.

Amongst the chaos,
Stands tall pictures of her family.
Untouched and distorted with dust.

Step by step,
She searches through the rubble.

Through tear swelled eyes,
She stares into the floor.

I’m not enough.
I need to be more.
They count on me.
I’m not enough.

Her thoughts spiral around her mind,
As if each one were a razor blade.
Slowing blending her brain.

Her muscles ached,
Her head pounded as the tears fell from her cheeks and onto her cracked lips.

In a wave of realisation,
She ****** air in through her nose and exhaled harshly.

Carried by a whisper;
****.

She pushed herself to her feet,
And found herself cleaning her room again.

As a writer with ADHD I struggle to handle life’s stresses. This poem lets you see into the disappointment in myself.

#story #poem #poetry #poemoftheday #dark #sad #stress #mentalhealth

solfang Sep 2021

empty heart

I didn't realise
it was temporary,
or perhaps it was
always sympathy;
either way
our love was unhealthy,
and my heart is now
left empty

Yet another unsurprising heartbreak

#love #heartbreak #sadness #crush #poemoftheday