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zulawski Aug 3
Verdant hills where shoots and stalks
stand shoulder to shoulder
towering like emerald cities

Life flies, hops, crawls, slithers, and swims
knowing no bounds but the inherent
laying no claims beyond shelter

Neighbors at peace until hunger stirs
flesh for flesh, blood for blood
first struggle, then silence

A lone vice in an otherwise Eden
celeste fuma Jul 28
blue lilies
now;wilted and zapped
petals of hibiscuses;
frosting and drooping
pressed between our pages
stenching and staining
them edges
bleeding


the flesh stenches
the putrid blooms
carve squealing wounds
the blood engulfs the heart
that deliquesces


the crevices are graved
then the heart deliquesces
and falls into two
down/a rotting corpse
it oozes into


the disgust of existence
creeping through shredded layers
of shroud
covering the withering bones,
mass
and
emotions


searing
it melts eventually-the shroud
until it reaches the bones
crashes them there
spilling the liquids/
all that is left bare
is already atrophying


and i guess that's the difference between dying and rotting
dying at least leaves you
the voids to hold onto
to be nostalgic for what was held
dying-paints,hues from the ashes that blew


but rotting
eats away all that existed
and snaps leaving
detritus,stinking
odor that i need  


the craft of us
all worn out
the fragments dis plumed through holocausts
the rebellion in ruination  
and the twitched cold feet
each breath i've took,now smothering
you,me,and everything



the reflections,contradictions
intoxicating,caging charcoal abstracts
punctured and ruptured
all constituents consuming and decaying now
every treble
so heavy


freezing not frozen
perishing not lighter


maybe these moments
-they never stop
cause right there in the midst
everything rots.
-/and we let it

~d
Francie Lynch Jul 20
Why should I care you're there,
Or anywhere.
It was you who interrupted the night;
I watched you stare down the fire,
Scrape your initials in the ashes.
If it weren't for family,
The confusion and strained dialogue,
Like appearances,
I wouldn't see you at all.
Stay you do, everywhere.

So I tell a joke or two, one line quips,
And you were smiling,
While you're there,
Where I should no longer care.

What would be the aftermath of such a collision?
One wreck towed off.
It doesn't bother me in the least,
Our complimentary pauses
At the four way stops,
Or roadside memorials,
With faded yellow ribbons and thirsty flowers
Pinned to a styrofoam cross.
There is no rest, and little peace.
V L Bennett Jul 18
Ashamed to be an American
Ten years now in Denmark and it's getting harder every day
to name the land of my birth
my accent betrays me anyway
When I first came here I saw
a land that the US might have been
The field of the Danes is itself
far from perfect
but it's much more like the country
I grew up in
than what the US has become
Its leaders don't turn their backs
on old friends
and none of them share a common bed
with our enemies
Our leader
is a slander on the office he holds
and he supports
the worst of American flaws
and adds to them his own avarice
and hate
Is impeachment our only hope?
The sooner the better
for the land of the free
and the home of the brave
"field of the Danes" is a literal translation of Danemark,which the country calls itself
See it's a strange thing,
"self made men"
It's the rage thing,
"forbes front page t'ing"
A majority that's pacing,
voting for a one percent
that in return enslaves them
My girl used to laugh at my jokes
now I'm broke and she ******* hates 'em

I look for aspects of success and then I stage them  
be sure to colour background facebook page 'em
My rent doesn't reflect my wages that's inflation;
that's what I get for living so close to the station

In this pompous student city covered in glitter
and these ditsy Corpus Christi *******
be getting quicker and quicker and quicker
Don't know how they can afford the liquour
pre-drinks before Ballare movin' on to something bigger

If I see another site with student accommodation
on the hoarding, I might as well go sell my ****;
Start ******* because I'll never make it in this town
I'm one quarter brown and I don't speak Spanish
born in Cranebridge, forced to watch others live lavish
The tourist loves it but a local feels damaged
..
Shreyas c9 Apr 18
On that dreadful day when he took you away,
Was there something I wonder, that I was to say;
Did you know that you were gonna be forever missed?
That I’d be haunted by the places wherever we kissed;

Did you know every memory would stay fresh on my mind?
Was it really all so sudden, or had I throughout been blind?
Did you know I didn’t think that you would ever leave?
I now stare into the abyss with nothing left but to grieve…
-c9
Someone you love for a long time, suddenly disappears, and you are left wondering was it really sudden or had you been blind to the signs? And you also wonder when they took this decision did they think about what would happen to us.
Al Mak Poetry Mar 30
To be or not to be is not a question
As answer is to be, as *** has granted life.
The question is to be or to be better
To be or start for better you a strife.
To spend your life in fight with evil,
With vices that pervert your soul
Or just enjoy in laziness primeval
Your imperfections harmful flow?
It’s never late to make a choice
Of taking path of self-perfection
And filling heart with love, rejoice
In spirit growth in new direction.
You can be better than you are.
You can achieve the greater peaks
The happiness is near, it’s not far.
When you evolve it kisses you in cheeks.
— ☙ AlMakPoetry ❧—
affi Mar 12
I thought it was your affection
Like seeing a loved one after a long time
I gave you the benefit of the doubt
That was not okay

But affection had never touched me like this before
Your hand on my waist
Tight
No this doesn't feel right
That was not okay

I leaned away
And you closer
And I said it was good to see you again
Uncle
(That's how interactions end, right?)
That was not okay

I smiled screaming silently
I couldn't disrespect
Someone older
Wiser
Family
This was not okay

You leaned in
And kissed my neck
Ate it
With my trust
Of men
Like you
That was not okay

And now I'm not okay
Life is full of strife,
If you have lost something  in life,
Remember one thing,
What you have lost is nothing,
Compared to what you have gained,
It fills you with profound joys unexplained.
What you don't have is just a dream,
What you have is beyond your dreams,
Hold on to it,
Every little bit.
Your family,your relations and your dignity,
Your dignity is your pride in society,
Your family, your pearls,your precious treasure,
Your relations,your world, has no measure.
Be happy and satisfied with what you have.It is enough.Little things and people close to you matter the most.
Tash Feb 19
Time goes by and people change
Friends turn into strangers and fade away
Forgetting all that was said and done together

Time goes by and people change
Life changes
But better yet you should still remain the better you than you've ever been in life

Change is inevitable embrace it...
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