#welcome
I follow her lead,
Waves crashing around us
Is this a dream?
Surrounded by sprinkles of stardust
She pulls me under
The swell of the water
I breath in deeply
My lungs full of dread.
I give in to the tug
Death pulling me close
He smiles as I drown
"Welcome home"
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 2:00 PM UTC
It's my first poem in HelloPoetry
The best thing to express what I feel about anything else
My only comfort zone where I leaned to be
And sometimes those words really make you melts
People might engage and people might not
But I won't turn away, for I'll go beyond
Whenever these words slipped away for you
Always reminds you that we can't be alone and feel blue
I may not be a perfect poet to write all of these
But my heart remains steadfast on your feeds
Let's show the reality and the power of an art
Though social media we had is in our part
I've got something in my mind to tell you through poems
HelloPoetry is the stream for artistry of hopes
We all appreciate the best wishes we can have
May we all enjoy through serious and laugh
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 7:33 AM UTC
“Thank you my friend.
It feels good and strange to be back.
A bit like a familiar yet alien planet”
by JamadhiVerse
2026
ten years ago:
“ Jamadi Verse, A poetess that brings heaven to earth with her poems”
by poetrytimes,
2016
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC
Broken, the planks
have fallen.
Useless, the sail
is plunging.
Asleep, the sailor
arrives.
Comfortable, it is
—the sand—
It doesn't wake him up
or send him back.
A desert island
is a good place for a new start.
But the island is not desert—
people have lived there
for years, decades—
generations.
They tie him to a tree,
they slap his face awake,
until his mouth lets out
a shy, almost silent greeting:
"Hi, I'm the new child"
His face is red,
from slaps and embarrassment.
He wishes they let him go,
he wishes they turn to something else—
but they don't.
Night falls, they go to sleep.
They are tired—he is tied.
Below the quiet stars,
when he almost had fallen asleep,
a girl approaches to help him.
"Hi! I'm sorry for what they did",
she says.
"They just love to be superior to strangers"
—her face filled with disappointment—
"You know, they are humans—
they love to do that.
By the way, my name's Emily"
When she stops talking,
he is not tied anymore.
Emily extended her hand—
"Mine is John",
he says as he takes her hand.
"Well, John—
this is the warmest welcome you'll get"
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 2:40 PM UTC
I was not always scared of dogs.
but I was bitten and chased
and I was scared.
When I was 9, we moved to the States.
my mom started selling out furniture before we even had visas.
our house was condensed into a suitcase
and everything that could not go was put in storage.
If you’ve ever lived in a border state,
you know about the 100-mile checkpoint
where you get to the border again
and are checked and cleared and probed.
again.
When I was 9, we flew to Texas
to a gracious friend's home, who let us stay
and lent us her car
to drive from El Paso to New Mexico.
And we came across the 100-mile checkpoint,
They asked my mom if this was her car
she said no.
They made her get out of the car,
or maybe she was pulled.
as I reached for the door, a man held the handle
shifting his weight onto the door.
I was stuck in the back seat
as the biggest German Sheppard
I had ever seen climbed into the car.
first, the trunk
That’s when I started crying.
I kept asking to be let out, please
please please please let me out
let me leave
please please
please
They wouldn’t
They didn’t
They laughed as the dog climbed into the back seat.
I sobbed,
but all I heard was how they laughed
They laughed as the dog climbed over me and I felt its weight on my legs.
They laughed as I heard its breathing and the rattling of its chain.
They laughed as I smelled its breath.
They let us go.
we drove past the 100-mile checkpoint.
This was our welcome to America.
As an adult, the panic came back
And when things got really bad
I had to go to therapy —
I kept having panic attacks.
And for a decade, I had it under control
I would pet my friend's dogs
And engaged in the socially acceptable commentary on how cute and good they are.
In the last couple of months
the fear has been coming back.
I heard it creep in through the back seat and onto my lap.
But now I can’t quite tell anymore
if the fear is of the dog
or of the men laughing as they hold its leash.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 9:52 PM UTC
This is what we want:
to come home, be welcomed, and --
open ourselves up.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 3:32 AM UTC
Always say thank you
for the welcome glass of tea --
or water, or air.
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
Between the lychgate and narthex lay
a limbo approaching communion,
where one can linger at the border, sitting in the margin
with enough of a toe hold on tentative worship,
while insulated from the assembled fervour.
And Arthur prayed alone:
conversant with his God,
but wary of the draw of the warmth within
and the risks associated with human contact.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 12:44 PM UTC
The Sound of your Paws
Jumping up at the windows and Doors.
The wagging of your donut shaped Tail.
lts fast enough To set Sail.
your eyes are so bright and full of glee.
I Love seeing you so Happy to see me.
Your dangling tongue is bouncing To The right,
seeing you makes my mood feel bright.
The licks and Kisses show your love,
now I know what love is made of
you give me the Best welcome home greeting, My heart swell and Start fast beating
I'll never get sick of this feeling,
you help my head and heart with healing
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 4:51 AM UTC
I plan my work well,
you're welcome, I embrace you --
with arms wide open.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 3:46 AM UTC
open door, open page
hello, poetry.
i’ve been writing
in the quiet corners of my life
on napkins, in notebooks,
sometimes just in my head
before sleep takes it all away.
i’m not here to impress.
i’m here to belong.
to share something real,
even if it’s a little broken,
even if it’s just
a breath
that made it to paper.
i read you,
and it feels like home
i haven’t entered yet.
if there’s room for one more voice
in your wild, honest garden
i’m here.
i’m ready.
just say yes.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC
#5: warm welcome, a kind beginning begun
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it is a bit of a shock, the world of words
more often swallows & surrounds you up between walls of impenetrable silence
you actually read me, heard me, even
fed me! they taught me/us to diagram
our sentences into its component parts,
like a car going to an auto body shop,
*** my car needed a muffler but instead
I was given a new horn, and I’m in an empty
Walmart parking lot, unsurrounded,
and leaning on the horn, making
a fireworks celebration of one sound,
and your
warm welcome, kind welcome,
to a visitor to this new planet,
astonishes & astounds, for it
seems we speak the sane/same
language, how can this be???
Is smiling a word on this planet?
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 4:02 AM UTC
Summer has passed,
Students are in class,
The 🍂🍁 Autumn 🍁🍂 is here
This heat didn't last.
The summer's about gone
It won't be too long
The fall season is near
from this we all cheer
Get ready for the change
Cooler days and darker nights
because of a Hott summer
🍁🍂 Autumn 🍂🍁 is a nice delight
So, please get ready
For Falls clothing gear,
It's just around the corner,
🍁🍂 Autumn 🍂🍁 season
is almost here.
B.R.
Date: 8/30/2024
Aug 30, 2024
Aug 30, 2024 at 12:08 PM UTC
Life is tricky, gets sticky quickly
Been known to present instantly
I'd love my day to day to be monotony heavy
This smile is a forgery
...mostly
My demons are imaginary
...not likely
Every foot placed in front of the other is scary
I've been doing it for 40 plus years, I'll figure it out eventually
Look how easily I lie to me
Do I know anything wholeheartedly?
Same sh*t different day,
And honestly,
I'd welcome blasé openly
Hopefully
I get the opportunity
Sometime before I check out completely
With no option to even maybe possibly
Attempt to retry the recipe
©2024
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 4:11 AM UTC
Years away
A pen put down
A dream lost
A friend forgotten
Now I find them
And lift them up
Life ongoing
World spirling
Love returning
Like rewriting
Hello old friend
And welcome home
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 9:16 PM UTC
I would've loved to meet her.
The sweetness you spoke in her honor.
A gentle breeze in a month of freezes.
Electric, connective, explorative.
I would love to meet the next.
The sweetest of peas.
Only bluest when being overly fruitful.
Reflections of trekking tower of the familial tree.
Expectations of expecting in introspect.
Forgive me for being greedy, wanting to be involved in your life.
Forgive me for involving my love.
I shall let the resting rest, the ones that need rest to get rested, and give my mind and soul a rest.
Ifeanyichuku Okoro © 2023
Nov 12, 2023
Nov 12, 2023 at 12:59 AM UTC
Who do you invite as a lunch time guest?
Who do you embrace, give space to?
With all due respect, do you connect?
Who do you pick for your table?
To whom do you assign more of your time?
With whom do you breakfast and banquet?
With whom do you offer good food’s aroma,
and space on a cramped picnic blanket?
Do you reach beyond your thick outer marker,
beyond your community sphere?
Do you risk the discomfort of social faux pas
or play safe and stick to your peers?
Do you feast with a loud and generous heart,
starting early and finishing late?
Do you share more of your time, taking your time,
giving with God-given grace?
With whom do you share a long, good meal?
Who are you a good friend to?
Who do you eat with, laugh and be real with?
Tell me - who do you pick for your table?
Oct 5, 2023
Oct 5, 2023 at 8:35 AM UTC
I very evidently remember the phase of crossing 19th year and entering 20s. It is always special and a memory to cherish lifetime.
The teenage has finally come to an end, my 20s are approaching..
A little nervous, a more excited me counting the days left for the big day.
For it is indeed a milestone you reach, bidding goodbye to your childhood.
Eyes wide open with dreams to chase, spirits high and energy to its fullest,
My heart smiles with the thought of calling myself a 20 year old.
The university admissions, going to college, getting some freedom, decision making,
my mind commands me to act like an adult already.
So many things added to the bucket list,
my dear diary filled with emotions and all the good stuff.
But,
The 20s came as a whirlwind, trapping me with new responsibilities and experiences.
Sudden emotional drift, facing my first heartbreak, leaving the city for college,
Nothing actually felt like how it was assumed and thought of.
They say its a tender age that molds our future,
everyone has their own share of hardships and internal battles.
I will forever be grateful to my 20s,
for they shaped me in to who I am today.
Proud of how I spent it and what I learnt,
I have many stories for my coming generations to tell.
So here I bid goodbye to my 20th,
Will sit and think about you again.
Aug 14, 2023
Aug 14, 2023 at 9:24 AM UTC
Who love the LORD they fear,
Enter, and worship here.
Who love or know Him not,
Enter, but fear a lot.
Feb 4, 2023
Feb 4, 2023 at 3:37 PM UTC
you're my stone house.
No matter how much I
huff and puff
you'll continue to stand there
always welcoming me in.
Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 9:13 PM UTC