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Strung 3d
Pushed into the pavement
Like the imprint of a leaf
A simple stain on concrete
- Haven't I got anything to say?
Anya 7d
It's stifling
Unseen
Unheard
Unnoticed
By anyone
By anything
Invisible
in a room
full of my
supposed
...
friends
Anya 7d
Unseen
Unheard
Their eyes skip over mine
Their voices directed to others
Their ears only hearing others
I'm invisible
In the classroom
In the hallways
Outside
Inside
In the cafeteria
I'm invisible
And I'm really tired of blaming myself for it
ME Jul 7
Below your whisper
  The clamors
    The yells
      The murmurs
        The laughs
          The cries
            The ticking watches
Which everyone is bound to
Time stopped
The silence of everything is steady
While everyone watches
The dancing specks of dust
Defying each rule of the unwritten rules
Ready,
               speak up speakers
Mary-Eliz Jun 9
eerily summoned

lonely
               
                      drifting
                                     on
                                                       unknown
                                         paths
                               forlorn
               bereft

                                   mislaid in
                  strange
places

unhinged senses
surreal thoughts
chilling dreams

lunatic demons
unholy ghosts

songs unsung
in
minor chords

music unnoted
in
words unheard

crazed
movements
 undanced

meaningless
nothingness
psychotic
paranoid
hopeless
u­seless
insipid
devoid
zero
nil
0
The midnight clock strikes at twelve,
Ringing the dawn of another day
The midnight clock strikes at twelve,
Saying that all must turn the other way

It chimes it's loudest for all to hear,
Once, twice, thrice..... a dozen times
But it knows that thouest think time fear,
And spend thou night sleeping, the cousin chimes

The midnight clock strikes at twelve
Hoping that one or the other would hear
The midnight clock strikes at twelve,
Trying to ring thee to hark thy fear

Its face lights up, and a smile rings clear
For it saw the tramps, chimps and burglars near
The midnight clock had no brain of its own
So its smile was still very beknown
When they took it off the dusty wall
Never again to chime 'Midnight for all!'
28.09.2017
How some people intend to do good and do so, but how excess can be irritating and could get you ‘off the wall’. Especially if you’re trying to do it at 12.00AM in the night!!
Yanamari May 24
I'm beginning to see swirling clouds
Form in my mind
All the thoughts held back
Away from the glares of their eyes
Cocooning myself
Away from their words filled with lies

I cannot bring myself to stand up...
And I don't know why?
Is it the innocent hurt?
Or the lack of strength left in me to vie
For a warmth that is left unfound
As I shroud myself away from their deceitful reprise
And as the shroud I've covered myself with
Becomes colder, to my demise
I've lost my voice
Between all the screams and cries
That are left unheard
Unhelped
Undermined.
Dainty Bones Apr 26
I feel unheard
as if I've never spoken a word
I feel left in the dust
I feel the broken trust
I feel pain in the weirdest places
blood stained shirts without the traces
I feel alone
like I'm missing my home
there's so much going on
and so little hours in the day
I feel as if I've gone crazy
as if I'll never find a way
I need comfort, I just do
and I don't want to feel like I burden you
these broken pieces I place in your hands
are yours to fix, because this is pain I can't stand
I feel unheard
as if I've never spoken a word
-m.a.
She closed the door
closed all windows

I tried to peep
through the Lock hole
she glued it too

Perhaps,
my love get loop holes
or,
she never tried to realize,
whom she belongs.
Genre: Dark
Theme: Then, She Happened
Jay Lewis Mar 30
I pour my soul
into these words.
But there is so much
left unheard.
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