This long road
Is going to be painful
If you're walking alone.

I'll lend you my hand
Sorry for the blood
It was from yesterday's fall.

I can share you my hope
My little tiny hope
If you're willing to accept.

I have read so many wonderful poems,
haiku's, 10 words, so many more, and none are alike!
But we tend to forget about spoken word poems,
Hello Poetry, can you make it possible to share our spoken words as well as our massive pile on's of endless poetry. Spoken Words would add to the sight, and only make it better.
I wish I could also Use Hellopoetry on my mobile phone, in an app,
I'm not sure about anyone else, but that would maybe add to HP

Please consider what I've had to say, c:

I wanted to share more of me
You just wanted to flaunt to your friends
I was willing to give you everything
But you turned all my love into shame
I was prepared to give you my life
But you had me believing a lie

-Gloraeanna

©Lie by Gloraeanna
Shared on Hello Poetry
on February 8, 2016
All rights reserved

I’m not as loved as you think I am
I am just someone who thinks of love
share it at times but
I never got to have it.

we are here
to bless                                
restore                    ­                                                              

the broken
holy
whole

mold
peace
from chaos

cradle
vulnerability
with devotion

let our love
be absolute            
unfettered

asking nothing
but to freely
speak

Follow me.
Together we will walk  
the path of darkness.
Shining my light
with finesse.

Follow me.
I will hold your hand.
When your feet are tired
from heavy rough sand.

Follow me.
I will listen to you.
Say what's on your mind.
We can both share our
thoughts so true.

Follow me.
We follow the path to our journey.
We walk the same road.
To find our destination
To experience new adventure.
Take of the sharp edges.
And finding beautiful texture.

When we break
our walls.
Even if we
stumble and fall.
To dare and to live.
To take and to give.
To share and to care.
To feel this love everywhere.
More emotions you can bear.
Do we have the capacity.
To live our life just as
much as we wanted to be.
I wonder sometimes.
If all our dreams will
turn into reality.
Or maybe we stay.
Forever in the delay.

i met a young girl
the other day,
and she wanted to
know if i cared to
read her book.

i was delighted at her
offer,
especially from a girl
so young as herself,

i agreed to take
her novel, slipping
it into my sturdy hand
bending the whole page backwards,
allowing it
to kiss the cover,
holding it up to the sun as
if i were to recite it
to the curious sky.

but
the little girl
could do nothing,
but stare and
ask of me
that i not bend
the pages
of sylvia plath,

and i knew then
and there,
that she was doomed
to a life of math.

I could.
I should.
I dream.
And write
in between.
I love.
I cry.
And reaching
sky high.
I feel.
I share.
This moment
with flair.

With thoughts to myself
Only left alone with mine
I travel through worlds
Occurring in my mind
Daily occurrences, every bit of experience
We store it inside, and it plays around every day and night
Alone in my mind, I feel full, never emptied
Experience never shared, I feel it's felt for nothing
Bind it with another soul
A soul of a kindred mind
And let it unravel all
As you enjoy every second as it passes by