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Bryce 1d
Two pigeons
Resting lip of ATM
Nature's kind tellers.
I would rather see this world from
as many perspectives as I can,
so that
I might know more its beauty, yet
be ****** to ****,

rather than,

live my life through one lens,
and be granted
heaven.
When the night bottoms out
painting in a chiaroscuro.
See the world in the painted glow
before it’s toned down
back into the shadow!
Isaac 6d
Wisdom is a tree of life.
Grab it with both hands.
Ask *** for it every day
Until you understand.
There is always more to see,
And always more to know.
Our joy lies in seeking out
What *** has hid to show.
Written 14 November 2018
Can you sense me dear?

Taste how bitter I’ve become?

Hear our old arguments playing in my head?

See me rolling in my grave with every step you take?

Smell the corpse of our feelings rotting?

Feel my eyes burning the back of your neck?

I truly hope you can.

Feel the pain I’ve become numb to.
Danial John Nov 9
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And she didn't even say hi.

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I couldn't seem to say goodbye.

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I met another for the night.

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Still can't seem to get you out of my mind.
Lynnia Nov 7
If you squint your eyes
And turn your head, you
Might just see more than at first
Glance
Rather than a quick look
Or a fast pass
Or a flick of the eyes
Try really searching.
Now reread  v e r y   c a r e f u l l y
My soul is screaming for any form of attention
For someone to acknowledge it and see how broken it is
I spent the night in my high school with my entire grade
We took off our uniforms and put on pajamas
Unrolling sleeping bags on the floors of our school
My biggest fear, that no one would notice how broken I was
That I would continue down this invisible path to nowhere
Then I opened my eyes and saw their souls instead
Some full of compassion and joy
Others equally as broken as mine
We all hurt a little together, and I guess that was the point
Or maybe I was meant to see that I am not alone
But come Monday when we all return to class
And roll up the sleeping bags, changing back into our uniforms,
We will also put back the guise of "I'm Okay"
And I don't remember where I put mine...
post SRE
The questioning of the demons before my eyes -
Needs not be.
For it is inherent in me which I see.
Forever the longing days and nights of my tears -
Dark will be.
The reality a delusional void,
Fixed before me for life of the pieces falling.
Left to be.
Traveling through which was never to be seen,
I ask not even the simplest of paradise.
Falls to be.
Nor do I ask my worst of enemies black,
For who am I to live on the demons all seen?
Ever be.
Let - Me - Go. Please.
L Oct 30
Lifes not fair. Im not pessimistic. Im realistic. But you will always only see just what it is you see.
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