#twelve poems on Hello Poetry

Chi Nov 2017

You taught me how love, can die in 12 months

I always love new beginnings, new year resolutions. I love change. I love how January made me feel that "Oh, another year to have fun". I quickly grabbed a chocolate and watched my parents having their own quality time.

They were talking about divorce, and I've always wondered how did divorce even became an option? I never thought he would end the fight with his own fist and her blood. And I hated February, ever since then.

I told my friends that I hated love and how ****** love made me felt last month. They wished love will knock at their door this March. I asked why, they just told me "love isn't always a bad thing, and it never will."

I saw her crying and cursing her boyfriend's name at the corner. The day after that, I hated my Mom for forgiving my Dad, right after what he did. She just told me that's how love works. I guess April was made for bitter people like me.

May is my birth month. It was also the month, when we first met. I never liked the idea of you. You were the kind of guy, everyone can love but not everyone can handle.

I saw you with your friends, you were having fun. You asked me if you can court and steal my heart, I said no, but you continued anyway. June gave me feelings I thought I will never have.

You hugged me tight and asked me to stay. I said, I can't not because I didn't want to, but because I have to. You held my hand and told me you love me. July ended well because of you.

August started with a fight. My Mom hated me. You started talking to other girls, just like how my Dad did. All I did was to cry like tomorrow doesn't exist. You told me how sorry you are, the next day.

I hated September. You told me you didn't love me anymore. I let go of you. I started writing poems since the day you left me. And I guess that was bitter and sweet at the same time.

October wasn't that fun. I drunk my love away and let alcohol control my body. The next day, I found out how I told you how much I love you. And I don't blame alcohol for that.

"You need to move on, it's November already." my friends told me. I remember what my Mom said, so I forgave you for leaving me. But I wished you would never forget about me.

December came with coldness and your warmth is all I craved. I asked your friends, how you were doing, they said, you're fine without me. I used to love change, but now I hate how change overwhelm you completely.

For every month, I bleed poetry

#twelve #months #love #heartache #heartbroken

Mikayla Smith Mar 2017

12

A phantom came to me
One night,
And told me that I must
Repent for all
The lying I've
Done.
"Throw away the temptation,"
He'd say, "solve
Where you stand in the
Universe and
Tell the truth, for God's
Sake!"
By God as my holy witness,
I swore that I
Would.

The hurt in Mommy's eyes
Strengthened the guilt that
Ate away at my
Deceitful little
Heart.

Daddy was the smart one
In this tedious war
Erupting inside our
Family. He forged
Alliances first and
Managed to
Make Mom the
Enemy.

He turned his children
Into soldiers so he
Could master
Victory; his children
Were ****** and broken
On the battlefield, but
We still had one
Last battle.
I was the rebel force
That exposed the
Truth to the
Enemy, only now I
Realize the real enemy
Was my father.

As the cover was
Blown,
She was a whirlwind
Ready to destroy
Anything in her
Way.

Even after hearing
Their screams
From the comforts
Of a corner and
As they sang happy birthday
To me with one
Pitiful candle in an
Expired cake,
I knew that in this lifetime,
Turning twelve
Wasn't so great.

My twelfth birthday.

#sad #affair #lying #divorce #birthday #kid #parents #twelve

Peter Robert Hamilton Dec 2015

Twelve Followers

Down on yourself *******
Nobody seems to be behind you
Just remember that Jesus only had twelve followers
And ****** had millions
Who ended up being the better side?
It's not about the numbers, but the actions.

#poem #poetry #jesus #numbers #twelve #hiter

Eccedentesiast Jun 2015

twelve

you said you love me
but i know for sure
that you don't

you only loved
the idea of me
and the idea of love

you weren't enamored
or smitten or bewitched by me
but by the idea of love

#love #daily #me #sure #idea #lie #dont #said #twelve #enamored

Parsavagely Kompenere Feb 2015

6 and 5 plus 1

Six purple tulips,
Stand proud and tall,
They are the lucky ones,
Who survived despite it all,
They are cared for and noticed,
Treated with respect,
They always get more water,
Than the others can get,
So no surprise then,
With treatment like this,
They bloom far more early,
And can afford to take a risk,
And is it really all that shocking,
That out of all these flowers,
The ones that are most beautiful,
Are the ones doted on for hours.

Five white tulips,
And one more with a hunch,
Sit lower in the vase,
The feeblest of the bunch,
They all knew from the start,
That they would never live,
As they were born in plainer robes,
And have nothing more to give,
One of their number,
Has already succumbed,
Looking down at the ground,
Determination numbed,
This flower was unlucky,
Turned away by those above,
When all it really needed,
Was help and love.

#love #metaphor #flowers #help #one #tulips #five #six #fairness #twelve

Anastasia Webb May 2014

The Twelve Dimensions of Dust

1.
Maybe in twelve years
I could fathom the cause of
miraculous dust

2.
She lifted her hands
to the sky in praise, but all
she received was dust

3.
He fears that one day
he’ll be nothing but dust swept
out from the corners

4.
Some words you could mix
up, and it would be okay –
words like “dusk” and “dust”

5.
They love the dust, they
like to believe that their kids’
future can be held

6.
There was once a bird
who thought that fire was beauty –
until he saw dust

7.
I’ll nourish my sun
flowers, and watch them grow from
a bed of coarse dust

8.
I like to believe
there are dust-cats who keep my
secrets in boxes

9.
You said hi, but you
know your words fell like dead dust
on my wounded ears

10.
When all the dust of
the universe has been found,
cup your hands; receive

11.
If I wrote sonnets
they would be about the world’s
living dust layer

12.
Open your mouth to
the glorious rain, let it
soak away your dust

#haiku #dust #twelve

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