#private poems on Hello Poetry

Mark Toney Jul 2020

My twenty poetry collections
divided into subsections
listed below as follows:
Eleven are public
the rest are private
but the total
showing is
zero
Why?

© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

7/7/2020 - Poetry form: Nonet - I have 20 poetry collections on hellopoetry. Eleven are public, nine are private, but the number showing is zero. Does anyone know why? - 7/10/2020 - I FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT! I had originally set up 20 Private collections. When I changed 11 of them to Public collections, the total public still showed zero. Today when I added a NEW Public collection, the actual total was finally revealed. Yippie Skippy!!! - © 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.

#nonet #poetrycollections #hellopoetry #public #private #help

Pizacas23 Jun 2020

Private Relationship

When we are in public:
I was like riding at the back of the tricycle as I was looking at you , walking forward.

#private #relationship #public #feelings

Steve Page Jun 2020

Things I dont speak of

There are things I don't speak of
There are those that stay unsaid
That remain untugged threads
and swallowed sighs

There are things that grow inside
There are those that ferment to full strength
That remain encased
Unrepented

There are remnants I don't share
There are those I keep to myself
Lest they seep out
Lest they drown out all else

There are things that will drown me,
that will **** me dead,

but not yet.

we all have our secrets. I pinched the first line from Sabrina Mahfouz's poem Happy Days.

#secret #private #personal #hidden

Lara May 2020

Drowning emotions

Emotions
You can’t control them

Some people are able to show their emotions
Some people prefer to not share them

Emotions are private
Everybody decides who they want to share their emotions with

Emotions are a way to express feelings

Emotions can be rough or sensitive

They sometimes drown you
You decide whether to swim back to the surface or go under the wave and become a part of the ocean

Can you control them?

#emotions #drowning #private #feelings #sensitive #rough #surface #share

Carlo C Gomez Mar 2020

Polaroids of Mom

Kept in a box
Back of the closet
Remnants of time
Curios of place
Before she was
Someone's mother

London Bridge
Houseboat
Out on the water
Fun with inner tube
Pink lipstick
Little black bikini
Games afoot
Cocktail in hand
Sunny smile
Saucy wink
Natural grace
Hair let down
Playful air
Provocative pose
Naked as a Jaybird
Happy as a Lark

#pictures #polaroid #vintage #mother #wife #time #private

Walter W Hoelbling Feb 2020

personal poetry

all poetry is personal
some more than others

to just spread out your private feelings
in your verse
may not be everyone's delight

but if you choose words
so that the many find their voices
in your own
you may be lucky
to achieve all poets' dreams

your personal voice
becomes the public

#person #private #public #poetry

Jieun Feb 2020

Clouds

The clouds are so beautiful in the sky
I wonder if that’s like you and I
Do I complete you, like the clouds with the sun so bright?
Because you make me shine like the moon in the night

#private #old #loved #cloud #cute

Cardboard-Jones Jan 2020

Private Dance

She looks like temptation.
There’s no way I’d ever tell her no.
She tries so hard to fake it.
She can’t let anyone know.
As soon as the lights get low,
She starts dancing real slow
And I just go with the flow.
But she just wants to leave.

She dreams big in this small town.
Bright lights, fame, a house in L.A. hills.
But she’s scared she’ll never make it,
Stuck here with her desires unfulfilled.
It’s right there on her face…
It’s right there if you’d care to see.
The tears stream down her face...
But it’s hard to see in subdued lighting.

So she’ll dance in a thong.
And she’ll dance to every song.
Bring fantasies to reality,
But hers remain asleep.

#private #dance #dream #dreams #scared #expectations #life

Robert van Lingen Oct 2019

this one's for me

subside the restless, crashing waves.

free my mind from this prison.

i am tired.
i am lost.
i've lost all meaning of the word, hope.

now, i just survive,
but only just...

egged on by the pluck and strike of the dancing tunes i force myself to listen to,
just to distract myself from all the raging stimuli.

emotion-sensory overload

perhaps, it's time i tried something new.
to stare into fear, and run it through...

maybe the little white pills aren't the boogyman,
the monster under my bed.

the monster is in my head,
and perhaps,
this little white pill...
just may put him away for a little while,
one day at a time.

subside the restless,
thoughts in my head.

~~~~~~~

this is my therapy.
so that i can breathe.

this one's not for you,
it's for me to read.
but if you really want to,
so can you.

#do #not #post #depression #anxiety #private #journal #therapy #hope