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It hurts so much to lose someone
Hot, sharpen knife stabs you right to chest
It freezes your muscles, burns your breath
Alone, paralyzed, scared.

You don't eat for days, don't sleep for a while
You fade away like a ghost without flame
Pieces of your broken heart turned into ash
And left empty hole without any hope.

What was the thing that kept you alive?
Nothing stays the same, everything changes
People leave you, the world, things are temporary like the rainbow after rain.

You are here just for the most painful second
And then you will be gone too
When you can't move nor breath, tears are falling from your eyes, your soul is tearing apart, you're looking right to the eyes of devil.

His smile promises lovely end
For the moment it's the best idea
You close your eyes, whisper weak request
As your body falls apart, lying on the ground.

It hurts so much to lose everything
Breaks you more and more, day after day
You are left empty, with knowing...

... That you will never be good enough.
#darkness #friends #lies #lost #loneliness #pain #tears
MY (MILD TO MODERATE DEPRESSION IS ACTING UP AGAIN) PENCIL BROKE

AND MY (ANXIETY NEVER EVEN WENT AWAY) PENCIL WON'T SHARPEN

AND , BY *** , ALL I ASK FOR IS (ANY IDEA OF WHAT MY FUTURE WOULD HOLD. FOR I CANNOT STAND THIS TEDIOUS WAIT BETWEEN GOOD AND BAD, JOY AND PAIN, I'LL YELL AND I'LL LAUGH AND THEY'LL FEEL THE SAME) A ******* PENCIL WITH LEAD THAT DOESN'T SMASH WHEN I PRESS HARDER THAN A ******* BABY WHEN IT GNAWS ON THE FINGERS OF ITS LARGE BREASTED MOTHER

anger , haha. anger who? my name is blueberry bubblegum and i exist only to chew. nom nom.

:-)
**** **** ****!

don't swear.....the children are listening

they'll hear it eventually

well....the children must grow up someday, i suppose

**** **** ****!

**** **** ****!
Casper Dec 3
She loved me
And will love me
So for ever.
I pictured her,
There in her room
As she spoke,
Looked now at the dress,
At the veil
She was to wear tomorrow,
Then turned away.
If I had known
The last gift
I’d give to her
Would be a white doe,
I’d have given her more.
She did not smile,
She cried.
I do but speak the truth,
If you will have it.
Will you want
Such an old story?
She died in my arms
And nobody ever knew
She died before tomorrow.
s v e n Nov 28
I am cold.
I am heartless.
I am nothing.
I am pointless.
I am a waste of space.
I am no good.
I am dirt.
I am ****.
I am toxic.
I am a disappointment.

I am just worthless an nothing more.
[VENT]
Bryce Nov 27
She had shown to me,
Aurora
Aurora sweet alighted
the excited verdant ions
a scar of atmosphere
the mantle undivided
to give as sacrifice
to give life to snow

Ye not tempt me with it
Burden of beauty
of foggy things in my dreams
at fancy diamond mirages

Indifference,
to be found in the refrigerated drink section
outside the air is cold and cools oil on gravel
while across town the burning embers of a home
melt the snow into rivers

The fog of dew on the leaves
drunk, speak the lips of the slain
to look up into the blue
and find solace in the rains.
djkckat Nov 16
that woman loves you so much
she loves you with all her heart

will you love her even she begs for your love, too?

please come a little closer, just a little closer
don't walk away, she's taking a step closer to you

will you let her love you?
will you let her hug you for the last time?
some lines may be a translation from a korean song called that woman. i was listening to it while writing this :)

-CASIANA

You brought back these feelings
Resurfaced those fears
Of the fire inside
that had so many tears
A flame that was dying
Alive once again
Has now muddied the line
between lover and friend

How it goes for me
I don't know about you
Words passing might be
in that moment were true
They kept traveling on
Possibly a comet
As my feelings grow strong
Expectations not met

Once again feel a fool
Even though it's not true
And my heart gave to you
Time again I will do
But this time not the same
It's because you weren't here
Couldn't reach out and touch
So our bodies weren't shared

Just the words that were said
And the sound of your voice
Resurrect from the dead
Could not stop; Had no choice
Seems like that's how it is
In your lasso I'm snared
All it takes is one tug
And again I will care

Pilot light to a stove
A slight twist and it strikes
You've invaded my heart
Bursting flame will ignite
But if carelessly handled
It's me who gets burned
Walked all over and trampled
Same dolt who won't learn

I built up the walls
But we're both trapped inside
The tight space is so small
There's nowhere I can hide

Face-to-face with you now
It begins and it ends
I'll get through it somehow
Are we lovers or friends?
Written: October 30, 2018

All rights reserved.
Bryce Nov 11
The air is wool
It is the shavings of innocence
It is the blood of atomic love
It is a momentary transience

I am a ticketeer
I own nothing but slips of paper
popcorn between the seats
rotting into kernels of knowledge to sleep with

She was and is the secret sucrose
a mysterious chemical, dreaming of becoming
Something that means more than just syrup
or unappetizing things

The earth was a open casket, nothing to hide
the soils and dreams of a ancient soul that had nothing to abide
She and I, lost amidst the widows
holding onto a dream of new life

Coupling together, we sought the stars
We stared through mirrors at ourselves in rings
Saturn and Mars
They the abodes of future eyes and ours

Not ready to see these things, chosen by *** the in-between
Lost in the leaves and the lungs of her tree
I spoke to her, asking her what was
She replied rather callous that there was no love

Let's go on and shear the stars
let's take of their light and share with what's ours
Alight the funeral pyres and bait
*** to give us the gifts He had never taken

Darling, I know I'm not the most beautiful thing
but I have gifts to share that don't hold in skin
they are never wrinkled, never tired, never lost of their youth
They are sweet simple liquor that will intoxicate with truth

Enough!


I am a tired Deseret dreaming of a new faith
I seek a maiden in which to build the estate
We can make the paradise of Eden on this plane
We can touch the golden calf and make it obey

Give to me your love and trust
I will give my ****** ****
My eternal heart, my corpse of dust
And push towards the solemn Eden of husks
feebie Nov 7
You snuffed that *** given gift of flame
One cut and all was over
Blood ran, life force drained, you ended it all
Death took you voluntarily, in his dark embrace

Covering you with his cloak,
Whisking you away, to the dark
Have you finally found peace?
Does your soul now roam free?

Brother mine, you broke me
In your constant bid to be free
Brother mine, you left me
With turmoil in your wake

Answers that will never see the light of day
Guilt devours each memory of you
With your voice now silent
You spoke volumes in death

What were you hoping to achieve?
Where were you hoping your journey would end?
What answers did you think you would receive?
What fences had you failed to amend?

Brother mine, don’t you know?
Did you never see or comprehend?
Brother mine, did you not hear?
Redemption was always yours

One moment, one touch, one word
Would that have been enough to sustain you?
One soul to another, one anchor to hold you
Would this have been sufficient to keep you

Your last thoughts lost to the void
Your last breath, lone in the night
You simply gave up, refused to fight
Black. Lost. Darkness engulfed your soul.

Brother mine, wherever you may now be
For you to be finally free is my deepest hope
Brother mine, whoever you may now be
To me, you will always be Brother mine
L Oct 30
If you have to ask if something is a poem

Then, yes

It is probably a poem.


And if not,
Then it is now.

That is a poem.
I make(̶m̶a̶d̶e̶) it so.
I think, therefore i am.

It is.
"Is that
A poem
That is"

I ****** up my strikethrough somehow.

Oh well. **** it.

Pft.
IT IS A POEM.
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