#random poems on Hello Poetry

Aashi Sinha Sep 2020

for s,

i met a boy
he looked like everything i want right now
he liked dominos
he liked taking risks
he is dumb
he said
he liked me

i talked to a boy
he was all creative and idiotic, yellow and blue
he wanted to talk
he tried to talk
he and I read together
he said
he liked me

i sat with a boy
he was all cricket and fans
he wanted my number
he tried getting my number
he left
he said
he liked me

i got a text from a boy
he was all mainstream youtube, gangster rap and football
he is a golden boy
riding off into the sunset
without the care of the world
with someone
but
not
me
he said
he liked me

i maybe understood a boy
sluggish smile, innocent eyes, ****** tongue, hate for dank, unfulfilled promises, sugary vows of freedom and love, switching sports, introduction to the family before dawn and introduction to the friends at midnight
he said
he loved me

i loved a boy
even if he loved TikTok rap more than me, loved action movies more than me, loved hide and seek more than me, loves other girls more than me

i like a boy
he probably disabled his account, he won't do that to me. he is fine, i know that
karma is it?
well **** it

i want you back, ******* send him back, i'd crack my knuckles, hold your hand, grip your fingers, turn them over, curl them around, make a ****** clump of flesh, broken bones and promises

i wanna be yours

2 days after your birthday, pumpkin skies and smog

we talked on a crisp noon, your mom wasn't home, threw adorable nothings at each other, told things we've been hiding for too long

we stayed till spring when the sweet love had started to blossom.

he said
he was sorry

and
i didn't get to say anything.

story time

#love #lost #heartbreak #pain #sad #feelings #emotions #relationships #random #story

Aashi Sinha Sep 2020

F1 generation pain

In the dark i saw you, bathed in yellow and blue
yellow and blue
happy, true?

i love it all, red, yellow, green, eyes, freckles, the beauty spots, silly whatnots
i love it all, the tired eyes, the voice, his voice, his touch, his sighs, his hugs, his writing, everything, his everything, and travis scott while maths

joji, jeans, games, memes, science, print, morals, snap, memories, Heart, Full, Yet, Feels, Like, Nothing

F1 generation pain

#random #love #color #he #heart #pain #beauty

Fey Sep 2020

the sad frog in my wallpaper

the sad frog in my wallpaper
watches me suspiciously;
narrow eyes full of decay,
nostrils small and insignificant.
we are having an ambitious staring contest
each with their own emptiness.

© fey (01/09/20)

don't even ask what tf this is about, I am officially a mental trainwreck

#random

Kelsey Banerjee Sep 2020

absentminded mornings

forgotten,
egg yolk splits, sautées
golden sun between butter and pepper
white halo hardens, boils bubbling a ***** browning
while the one yellow eye runs
with the clock hands
carefully I peel the rubbery flesh away
lay it on saucer, slather bread with butter
already wondering what wry churns the day brings.

#random #poem #morning #routine #poetry

Saige Aug 2020

Prose on a Thursday afternoon

The black cat sat on the road of the sideways door and asked me to ask a question unanswered by the universe, for it seemed a little trepidation to ask such a stranger as me whose permanence like the door has gone beneath the waves of light and into darkness below the sun and stars, deeper than the night-cat’s fur. Yet I knew the answer and asked the question, and the stars gleamed brighter that rust, and the galaxies I saw were within the slitted eyes before my face, though I did not fall to my forgottenness in that galaxy, but lived in my ghostly form, unanswering questions of old and trying not to remember my thoughts. The cat was unknown to me after that, the tail like a feather duster leaping among the moons of my world, crowing down at me from branches and constellations. I wonder how the universe would think of such a black cat, one who does not mind the coldness of ghosts or stars, or the unknowingness of such things, and who asks for askers and questions them until the dust settles and transforms around it.

Is this prose? I don't know. More like a train of thought ascending to the stars...
This is what I do to procrastinate writing essays for school.

#random #dark #stars #galaxy #light

Elizabeth Squires Aug 2020

Random Splashes Of Cerise (Dodoitsu)

random splashes of cerise
were painted in the eve sky
they predicted a morrow
of beaming sunshine

#dodoitsu #random #cerise #painted #eve #sky #predicted #sunshine

Kelsey Banerjee Aug 2020

tapestry

I hung my apron to dry
let the wind carry it, cradling
cloth with branch claws and
dancing legs all the way to hell
and back, embroidering glory
in each stitched parsley leaf,
I unthreaded each with a brittle needle
used each thin thread to create
my own tapestry.

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#poetry #angst #nature #cooking #life #thoughts #random #poem

Riya Aug 2020

would you even understand?

the words
i put out
can't be said
out loud
but
would they even
make sense
to you..
would they?
if i were
to write
something
about you..
would you
even know
that the words
mean more than
just meaningless
sentences on a page..
would you even try
to figure it all out..
or would you say
nice things
just to say them
cause you wouldn't
actually understand
these words
that i put out
for you..

would you?

...
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#poem #random #word #you #said #loud #sense #write #meaningless #sentences

Kelsey Banerjee Aug 2020

family tree

wind blistered water
stars collapse into redwood
love the outer ring

an attempt at a haiku

#random #love #family #haiku #nature

Kelsey Banerjee Aug 2020

a tale of two mothers

plastic:
straight, good posture
white and abrasive as baking soda
thrifty, ideal of motherhood
hosting new years parties and other
get-togethers for the kids while sipping,
socially, of course, a margarita,
she buys her children, ruddy-nosed
devils, gifts while their friends stand with empty hands,
letting those other kids,
kids with empty pockets,
sit to the side,
and know their place.

steel:
another mother she
drives thirty miles to pick up a daughter’s friend,
male, lanky, and for cops
the wrong color at midnight
from a gas station in the wrong part of town
which is really just code
for poor and less white
and she takes him home to
sleep on the sofa
gives him hot tea
and in the morning pancakes with eggs
she doesn’t ask about the bruises
on his forearms or his heart
she just feeds him and drives him
to the library with a sandwich in old Tupperware
he doesn’t need to return
although he does with a thank-you note
and gratitude in his heart,
despite all the bitterness around him.

#random #thoughts #growingup #angst #ya #poem