#rawpoetry poems on Hello Poetry

girlinflames 2d

When you feel trapped in the past,
remember why you walked away.

They may have blocked you,
hidden you,
erased you—
but wasn’t it you who begged for release?

Yes, it’s sad.
It was a friendship of years.
But when the walls began to crumble,
they chose the one who arrived later—
not you.

Not you, who was there from the start.
Who gave sweat, blood, and tears
to fuel their dreams.

So don’t forget.
It hurts now,
but being alone
is the better choice.

#healingpoetry #selfworth #lettinggo #friendshipbreakup #movingforward #rawpoetry

girlinflames Aug 11

Pain

The pain
that tears through my chest,
from top to bottom—
there are no words
to truly describe it.

It is only
pain.

#poetry #pain #heartbreak #grief #loss #sorrow #rawpoetry #healing #emotions #poetrycommunity

Joshua Phelps Aug 8

when the fire winds down

it’s a bad,
bad world.

the world's
on fire —
and i'm just
livin' in it.

don’t
tell me
it's alright,

don't tell
me it'll
be fine.

because
when the
fire winds
down,

all that's
left is smoke —
truths and regrets.

the world
feels heavy,

and i wish
this wasn’t
testing me.

(is it over yet?)

all
i want,
and all
i need,

is to
find my
center again —

and not
let this
get the best
of me.

because
being pulled
down by
the weight
of the world

is somewhere
i don’t
want to
end up
again.

"When the Fire Winds Down" was written from a low point — not the dramatic kind, but the slow, quiet weight that lingers. I’ve been wrestling with fear, doubt, and the ache of feeling stuck.

Wanting to take risks. Afraid to take risks. Tired of standing still but unsure how to move forward. This poem is about that moment when you’re trying to find your center again — not for anyone else, just so you can keep going.

#healing #poetry #movingon #depression #modernpoetry #rawpoetry #resillience #burnout #stillstanding

Samuel Aug 7

Crown of Thorns

I have my weakness learned—
Ugly, but no I can't
for a second hate its burning light.
I should be called reckless,
something close to wreckless,
you bet I prefer this maleness.
I leave the toilet seat up,
eat loudly and drop a ***** cup,
take a bath then go for my long lap.
It's the cost of my hero—
bravery wears this kind of raw.
Kings do what they **** well like,
sometimes breaking rhythm, ignoring strike.

a crown that’s heavy, thorned, and proudly worn.

#poetry #spokenword #modernpoetry #rawpoetry #masculinepoetry #selfreflection #flawedbutproud #wreckless #poetsofinstagram

Bloch-Bauer and Adele Aug 2

♠️ Терпкий запах мочи, как Chanel поутру

Терпкий запах мочи, как Chanel поутру —
Это пахнет твоя вагинка.
Я пожалуй в тебя ещё раз качну,
Моя сладенькая блондинка.
Атыбудь так любезна и дальше поспи,
И желательно не просыпайся.
Я — ценитель твоей ежедневной тоcки.
Так вот и моя — наслаждайся.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Vienna, 2020 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

👉 tiktok.com/@kulikovskyonthepunchline
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This poem is a street-level whisper of ****** poetry. It’s about intimacy that never makes it to billboards — raw, sensual, honest. Being with someone without filters means seeing the body not as taboo, but as shared ground where mutual consent matters more than manners. This is where pleasure becomes a right — without shame.

#yaroslavkulikovsky #kulikovskyonthepunchline #bodyasright #urbanintimacy #rawpoetry #streetdesire #fleshpoetics #consentverse

Bloch-Bauer and Adele Aug 2

♠️ Друг другу дрочили мальчики

Друг другу дрочили мальчики,
Девоньки мыли уши,
И по трубам водоканальчика,
Согревались в зимнюю стужу.
Стекались к морю, дурачились,
По столу стучали стаканчики,
Вот это мы расхуячились,
ЕбАные барабанщики.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Kiev, 2019 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power

👉 tiktok.com/@kulikovskyonthepunchline
👉 youtube.com/@KulikovskyOnThePunchline/shorts

A poem about youth without shame, bodies without borders, and friendship beyond labels. Boys, girls, music, flesh, and freedom — all mixed in a drunken, joyful Godardian comedy. This is an LGBT space where intimacy needs no justification, and everyone can simply be. There’s lightness, warmth, and the right to play.

#yaroslavkulikovsky #kulikovskyonthepunchline #lgbtq #freedom #cityflesh #sexuality #genderfluid #poetrycommunity #queerjoy #rawpoetry

Bloch-Bauer and Adele Aug 2

♠️ Она рыдала в туалете

Она рыдала в туалете
Гостиницы «Континенталь» —
Её ебали те и эти,
И вдруг себя ей стало жаль.
И вдруг однажды на рассвете
Она решила полюбить,
Но, как листали те и эти,
Никак уже ей не забыть.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power

👉 tiktok.com/@kulikovskyonthepunchline
👉 youtube.com/@KulikovskyOnThePunchline/shorts

This poem captures an inner turning point — the moment when the past no longer defines you but becomes a stepping stone. The heroine is not a victim, but someone capable of rewriting her story. It's a poetic statement: I remember, but now I choose to love.

#yaroslavkulikovsky #kulikovskyonthepunchline #poetry #citylife #emotionalhonesty #femalevoice #rawpoetry #paris #urbanpoetry

Bloch-Bauer and Adele Aug 1

♠️ Сарданапал

Девушка с шикарным задом
Зашла в покой Сарданапала,
За дверью неприглядно пала:
— А ну, на четвереньки встать!
И в этом кружеве — напалмом —
В упряжку бала запрягал он
Всех тех, что с миленьким ебалом:
— Так ты — ебать или копать?

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2019 (c).

Decadence in lace.
Sardanapalus today is anyone who turns lust into *******.
Ballerinas, **** stars, courtesans — all yoked into the same chariot.
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

#urbanlife #metropolitan #prostitution #lust #sexwork #citypoetry #darkpoetry #rawpoetry #gritty #alienation

Zaima Jul 23

From Ashes Armour

The Thing You Carry
The things weary me the most
The word you choose
Stabbed my soul the most
The dagger I gave you
The power I gave you
The sword I gave you
You're using,
Manipulating,
Bearing the flag of supremacy
You nearly got me choking
You say I use AI
You don't know what I bear
You say it's emotionless
But you don't know what I carry
The weight I carry
Is hard to bury
The pain you raised
Is hard to erase
The trauma you caused
Is gonna cost
You think you're the best
Being a ***** is not the best
You say you're my friend, but all I see is an insecure girl
Who claims herself as a girl's girl
You're nothing more than a two-faced *****
You say you know me
But you still carry the 15-years-old me I bury
You’re blinded by your own mess to notice the stress
I'm hurting, I'm suffering, I'm evolving, I'm embracing
I'm writing, I'm shining, I'm penning it down, I'm hiding, I'm diving
I'm not a seashore bird, constantly migrating
I'm the Phoenix — always rising

#spokenword #confessionalpoetry #modernpoetry #rawpoetry #honestpoetry #fiercepoetry #emotionalabuse

Joshua Phelps Jun 13

FIGHT FOR SOMETHING MORE

tear and thrash,
create, then crash—

no meaning left,
no faith,
just ash.

am i the only
one who feels
under the gun?

i’ve fought
for something more,

rose from flames,
still wanting more.

i’ve endured
all i could endure—

and now all i see
is blood
in my eyes.

but i’m
not giving up
yet.

i’m already broken—
but i’m not
gone.

how do i go on
when nothing feels right?

i stare into the sun
just to steal
some light.

you’re not the only one
falling from the sky—

but how can i be strong
when you keep
singing goodbye?

inspired by Story of the Year’s 'How Can We Go On', this piece is about survival after collapse—when there’s nothing left to hold but your own strength. for anyone still standing, still searching, still screaming: this is for you.

#fightforsomethingmore #storyoftheyear #punkpoetry #mentalhealth #survivor #grief #healing #rawpoetry #resilience #alternativepoetry