#poet poems on Hello Poetry

CE Uptain 10h

Haiku - I Love You
How can I love you
More and more every day
That is the only way

Haiku – What’s Good
I don’t know what’s good
I only know what I like
Maybe you like it

Haiku – Question
I had an answer
What question did you ask me
Can you tell me now

Haiku – Bring the Light
If the night is dark
Will the sun still bring the light
Where will the stars hide

Haiku – Old Poet
Maybe an old man
Might still learn some old tricks yet
An old poet writes

Haikus 5-7-5. I cheated and used a syllable counter.

#haikus #love #good #question #light #poet

alex 1d

Writers

Writers die young,
but those loved
by a writer
live forever —
through scrappy handwriting
on yellowing pages
of verse and prose
full of adoration,
unconditional love
from an old soul
with a heart too big
for their own good.

#writer #poet #author #love #books #prose #poetry

Karla de Souza 1d

Because I Still Feel Everything

I am the way I am.
Why should I be ashamed to express what I have to say?
I long to be on the rooftop and scream out your name just to feel some peace of mind.

Why do I keep torturing myself, trusting words that dissolves in the air?
Because hope feels better than silence.
I choose to trust because it keeps me sane.

So why be ashamed of feeling my emotions?
I have the right to wholeheartedly scream my thoughts out loud.

I am the way I am.
I feel the way I feel.
And I should not and will not be ashamed.

#poem #trust #poet #feelings

island poet 2d

undulant

Awoke full rested,
In cozy bed nested,
And sudden awareness,
My heated heart,
Undulating,
Unnaturaly,
Rhythmically synchronicity with the gentle lapping
Of the genteel,
Well behaving, quieting waves,
Of Shelter Island Bay,
On the shores of
Silver Beach

7/21/25
8:22am

#undulant #island #poet

Akhilesh Bhure 5d

Moon 🌕 and Rain 🌧️

Moon & Rain

A boy gazes at the moon.
Suddenly, he imagines her
the way she’d step onto the terrace,
Letting her hair fall through her fingers

As the memory drifts,
he recalls how he once saw her as the moon.
Likewise,
she saw him as the rain.

Though he was life
soft, cleansing, gentle
she called him bad weather,
and brought an umbrella.

He/rain could fall on everything:
rooftops, rivers, roses in bloom
but never on her.
(Even though she stood on the rooftop to begin with.)

Rain was never meant
to touch the moon.
*She was never his to begin with

Just feel it

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CE Uptain 6d

The Cynical Poet

I’m in a cynical mood
Time to write something rude
I don’t care what you think
It doesn’t matter, I won’t blink
For all of you who think you know it
Maybe it’s time for the cynical poet

What can I say, sometimes I'm a cynical SOB.

#humor #rhyme #poet #cynical

Maria Etre Jul 15

I Thought Skipping Was Fun As A Kid

...and then ****
one skipped heart beat
skipped a whole chapter
then it skipped again
and skipped all the way
to the end

#skip #chapters #heart #feelings #emotions #love #poet #poetry

Matt Jul 14

The Lighthouse

I pour myself into your maybe
but you sip only silence
your heart, a door ajar,
lets in whispers, but not me.

I plant daisies in your absence
roots tangled in my ribs,
but you say,
“not yet”

still I glow —
a lighthouse for a ship

This was actually my very first ever poem. I wrote this poem on December 2nd, 2024, and posted it to my instagram story. Ever since then, my love for poetry has continued to grow, and I'm so so so glad I decided to pursue this hobby.

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Matt Jul 14

Existential Crisis

Does a cactus understand it’s prickly?
Does a pencil know it’s writing lines?

Does a sock realize it’s being worn,
Does a teapot know it’s boiling over?

Does a cloud understand it’s floating by?
Does a brush realize it’s painting strokes?

Does a coin feel its journey in someone’s pocket,
Does a door know it’s opening or closing?

Does a match know it’s sparking flame?
Does a pebble realize it’s part of the path?

Does a river know it’s always moving,
or does it simply follow the current,
without thought,
just being?

Maybe it’s the not knowing
that makes us move,
that makes us be,
each moment unfolding
without question.

or maybe its 3:16 a.m. and I’m just going crazy

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