#thoughts poems on Hello Poetry

Kalliope Jun 25

Recently I was asked to write something happy and while that seems easy,
I don't like being sappy
I rarely find beauty in things that don't bleed,
Tears and pain all over paper is much more my speed,
Should I describe a sunset?
And the peace that it brings?
The end of another day-
When the moon rises and sings
I could write about love but I've become bitter,
honestly a hopelessly hopeless romantic turned heart racing storyline quitter,
Maybe a thoughtful soliloquy about a bug, nah-
I'd think of men and that paints a mean mug
I'm sure I'll find something to pique my intrigue,
And pull me out of this pessimistic league.

Part reluctant romantic, part exhausted empath, part sarcastic observer, part moon speaker, part storm chaser, part lover learning to love herself.

#funny #perception #voice #opinion #thoughts #humor

Muhammad Sami Sadiq Jun 23

Let Me Love You

Let me love you
in all the ways I know,
in all the ways I want.

Let me surprise you
beyond all the conventions
of how people love,
beyond the borrowed stories
told for centuries,
of others loving others
by someone else’s rules.

Let me be myself
in love
for you.

I promise it will be
special,
unique,
unknown,
a mosaic of new facets,
still undiscovered.

For love is art
never poor in method,
never demanding
what to do,
how to be.

And since love is art,
let me be the artist
to paint love
in every color
that ever existed
on earth,
in the heavens,
in my heart,
and your thoughts.

Bring me the hues of your secret thoughts,
and I shall paint a masterpiece called love.

#love #heart #thoughts #colors #art

Charmour Jun 24

freedom!?

"Death or
Freedom?
But you just
Said freedom
Twice."

Same thing..... isn't it!?

#trapped #death #freedom #thoughts

Kalliope Jun 24

Always the Bad Wife

My sisters don’t answer their phones
if their boyfriends are asleep-
hardworking men with shifts in the morning
and reputations to keep.
Lunches to pack, clothes laid out neat,
and they do it all willingly,
from a place of love, how sweet.

I did these things too,
once, long ago.
I gave up my needs
for the good wife show.
But if it’s midnight and I want to speak-
I don’t give a **** if that man is asleep.

When’s he been gentle?
When’s he cared back?
I go to work too-
Where the hell is my slack?
A woman stays quiet to keep a man’s peace,
but is that really worth it
when a part of you dies piece by piece?

But no one wants an angry woman, bitter and cold
I'm still figuring out how to be soft and still bold

#reflection #selfworth #bitter #thoughts #relationshipdynamics

mysterie Jun 23

noumena

i think there's more
than what my small hands can hold --
something
beneath the name of things.
an unusual silence
inside sound,
a reason
behind my ache.

maybe love
isn't the smile
or the warmth --
maybe it's the thing
that lingers
once she's gone.
maybe its
the truth,
not the feeling.
the ghost,
not the soft kiss.

and maybe im not only
skin,
voice,
and wanting --
maybe i am
what watches
from behind
my own two blue eyes,
trying to grasp
an understanding
of what any
of this
means.

ill never see the whole of it.
maybe im not meant to.
perhaps the knowing
isn't just in the visuals,
the seeing --
instead its in believing
that there's something
there.

noumena: the nature of something beyond our senses
date wrote: 23/6/25

#wonder #midnight #thoughts

Kalliope Jun 21

Snippets #20

I don't even have hobbies anymore
I just cry,
Competitively

2200

#ache #depression #thoughts #overwhelmed

Kalliope Jun 20

Waiting for the Sun

You're quiet thunder
I hold storms behind my teeth
Still you heard the rain

If the sun never shines again,
And these clouds never clear?
Well, I've always loved the rain
And someone else will love it here.

#thoughts #acceptance #love #grief #hope

Feyre Jun 20

a writer's mind

writing and scribbling and scrawling down my all thoughts,
each and every
dark and sinister alley twisting in the curves and
crevices
of my mind.
dusty, hidden corners filled with filth -
hidden by the shadows of my
weighted self.

sometimes my mind feels like it's rotting

#writer #overthinker #mentalhealth #thoughts #struggle #pain #poet

marci Jun 18

i want it dead

i want it dead, the wait, the ache
the breath i lose each time i wake
but the hope just rots and curls
and sinks beneath this ******* world

i want the "maybe" set on fire
the silence hung on razor wire
i want the dreams to come to life
the "someday" slaughtered with a knife

i want the future we won't hold
to freeze and crack and die in the cold
i don't want to play pretend
i want it dead. i want the end.

i don't want the wound that distance makes
the soul of us that daylight breaks
i don't want to play pretend
i want it dead. i want the end.

#blood #violence #emotions #death #thoughts

marci Jun 19

why clouds bleed

maybe the rain is the sky
trying to cry slow enough
for us to call it beautiful.

if it falls too fast,
we drown. it rises.
but sometimes
a light rain is all the sky can cry

the grey streches til it tears
it swells with what it wants to say
thunder never asks permission
it snaps.
cracks.
as if grief.
as if memory.
like sadness that's left
too quiet to scream

we stand under it anyway
our hoods behind the nape
palms to the sky
pretending it's just weather.

#blood #violence #emotions #death #thoughts