#spoken poems on Hello Poetry

Ousmane Iacavoni Aug 2020

You ask me what part of her I love the most and all you get is a confused look on my face
Don't ask me a trick question
You see, that's like putting me in front of a piano and telling me to play my favorite note
I love all the notes, in every way but I don't love one more than the other
You see, I can play a note forté or piano, staccato or legato, and I love them all but what I truly love is how they come together to create this beautiful song
I love the song, I love every note, moment, beat that the song is comprised from
So yes I love her eyes, voice, hair, smile, but I love everything about her because I love her more than what you could conceive as possible
More than what's considered reasonable, but love is irrational
So how am I supposed to pick a favorite part?
She is a symphony composed of my dreams
Played by everything I could possibly love all coming together to form the greatest work of art of all time
She is the most beautiful sound you will ever hear
With base notes defining my heart beats
The strings play as soft as her smile
She is the music of my future and I just pray it doesn't give away the ending but I keep listening anyways because
I have to know that we end up together in the end because in the end
She is everything

Spoken word

#love #spoken #word

Dom Smith Jun 2020

Keep on, keeping on

The year has passed, and I’m okay.
Let’s keep on, keeping on.

I look back on a year gone by, as I’ve learned about myself,
why this ‘n’ that happened - introjected values and such.

Success isn’t the world,
You can’t be nice all the time,
it’s not good to hide feelings away…
Oh man, I’m glad as well,

I’ve always had that empathy (for others).

Things have changed quite a lot for me, and I’m dead proud
of that fact. I’ve started self-reflection and stopped lyin’ (to
myself, and everyone else), despite this, sometimes I still feel

like cryin’, because of who I used to be.

That’s okay, because now I’ve got that empathy (for myself),

I’ve learned to ME with more respect,
More of that Unconditional Positive Regard.
It’s a work in progress for sure,
But I mean, it’s a start?
The year has passed, and I’m okay.
Let’s keep on, keeping on.

A reflective poem about my first year training to be a counsellor.

#counselling #therapy #catharsis #spoken #word

Annachiara Naddeo Jun 2020

WEDNESDAY.

My whole body is a wreck
legs too tired from carrying around what's left of me
to places
that are never home.
My arms are in pain
trying too hard to hold the falling pieces
together.
My eyes are burning
because of these tears that are never enough
to let me drown.

I said I am fine so why am I not

#poetry #spoken #words #sad #depression

Vaampyrae Jun 2020

Birds

I once wrote a poem
About how the world ripped off my wings at birth
And made it theirs
How it always felt like I had to be
Someone for somebody
Anyone but me, and not to care

But that's not right

Cause I was never a bird
Flying is a mere illusion
And I'm gladly standing on the ground
With everything and everybody
And though it may not be as pretty
Reality is still reality

They may have taken my wings
But I can still run
They may have taken my wings
But I can still climb the highest peak
They may have taken my wings
But I can still feel the gush of wind flowing through all the windows
As I fall, and I cry, and I stand up once again
And I wouldn't trade this for anything else
Not even the skies

I can hear the birds calling me outside
But I've finally found one more reason to stay
Inside

I may not be a bird, but I'm me, and that's good enough.

#birds #spoken #word

Vaampyrae Jun 2020

I think I love you better now

Despite deep crashes and falls
Bouts of realizing insignificance
That bore through you every day and every nightfall
I think I love you better now
As incomprehensible as it seems
That the you before today
Once wrote in her journal how much
She would like to disappear
I think I love you better now
I’m not sure if I could ever explain it
But I’ve been here beside you all along
Listening to every tear
Listening to every fear
And I understood and I’m still trying to understand
Every single bit of you, my dear
That’s why I think I love you better now
And it’s a long way to go
To accept the you with all the creases all and the pieces
But I think we’ll get there one way or another
And we’ll love ourselves more and more than just better
And it’s no longer just a think but a complete
I know I love you better now

So scream at the world
Pull off all your hair
Cry until there’s nothing left

And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find there’s still
Love for you to spare

;

We truly are beginners at loving ourselves.

#love #hope #selflove #spoken #word

Annachiara Naddeo Jun 2020

SUNDAY.

The sun entering my room
breaking through my window without permission
like bullets breaking through the air as they own it
reflecting on my walls, as beautiful as it gets
just reminding me of the things that I am missing
crawling in my bed
made of unchanged sheets and remorse
a wet pillow to collect my tears
and my exhausted mind to hate the intruder
that tries to light up the darkness
without the real intention to save me from it.
I wish night time could come earlier
to reflect what’s inside me
to show the sky without the stars
as dark as the night can get
as dark as the city sky
that reflect the artificial lights of the streets
with no lights of his own.

#poetry #spoken #words #mental #health

Annachiara Naddeo Jun 2020

NOTHING.

A significant flow of thoughts are following each other
in a succession
of meaningless
words.
I try to catch them
to make sense of my own mind
to clear the thick fog around the vocables.
They are fast, slipping through my fingers
and slowly become my worst enemy.
As they escape me
my mouth becomes a cemetery
with no visitors

#poetry #spoken #words

Annachiara Naddeo Jun 2020

YOU.

You don't deserve to live on these pages
you don't deserve to walk free through my mind.
I will lock the memory of you
in the box
in the darkest corner of my mind
where all the bad things lays.
When I will talk about you
when I will bring your memory back to life
I will not remember as a nice person
I will talk about you as trauma
as something that left a nasty scar
that infected
all the flowers
growing in me.

#poetry #love #heartbreak #spoken #words

Vaampyrae May 2020

It Doesn't Take Much To Love Somebody

when that somebody seems

perfect

when that somebody seems to understand
when that somebody does not seem to be struggling
when that somebody is loved by everyone
and that somebody says yes
yes
yes
to everyone’s demands
It doesn’t take much to love somebody, especially when you don’t hear the haunting voices
echoing throughout one’s brain
beneath a smile that says “I’m okay”
make believe ‘I’m sane’
make believe living
make believe love
make believe hope
make believe true
It doesn’t take much to love somebody, when perfection is all that you want to see
when they say it’s not you, it's only me
yet one look at your scars is all that it takes
to make you believe you’re worthless, worth less, worth

nothing

It doesn’t take much to love somebody, and yet we throw around the words
hate, bigot, stupid, fat, ugly, like we owned them, to ourselves
and stab our hearts
thinking maybe it’s worth the pain
and maybe, just maybe, the only thing we're truly worth of is the

pain

It doesn’t take much to love somebody, and yet it does
because we’re so broken, and the last thing we’d ever want to love is ourselves
and so we lash out at everything we see
shining, smiling, so different from the you
you’ve trapped underneath that mask
just waiting to be seen, waiting to be hugged
waiting to be known
waiting to be

loved

It doesn’t take much to love somebody
so why can’t you to do it to yourself?

my first spoken word poem

#spoken #word #poetry