#words poems on Hello Poetry

Rhiannon Clayton 1d

I don’t have many words today, as the day’s work has worn me down. Instead, I possess a quiet but firm resolve. Softly, under my breath, I whisper “Jesus,” and for now, this is enough...

-Rhia Clay

#words #christian #enough #jesus #god #work #worn #breath #many #resolve

Maria 1d

I miss you so much!

I miss you sadly and so much!
And even if I just don’t know you,
Or maybe I won’t nay find you
And in no case and never lose you.

I miss the words. I miss so much
The words, that never will be spoken,
The dreams, that knotted not on me.
They’ll be fulfilled not us, but someone.

I miss the hands. I miss so much!
They would be able to hug sweetly.
I miss the hair, careless a bit,
And lips… Yes, lips! I miss them really!

I miss their touching, hot and sultry,
Which can just never been delivered.
But even as I never know you,
I’ll love you truly with a quiver.

Again about love...
Thank you for reading! 💖

#miss #sadly #find #lose #words #dreams #hands #hair #lips #touching

The Outlet 1d

Wanted Bliss

Sometimes it feels,
As if you choke me.
Telling me to do as I should,
But limiting the thoughts I get out of my head.

I wanted this,
Bliss.

#bliss #words #choking

Elo 1d

Nombe of the jucklejump jaoibies

Narowid slippeurie obstaraway! Begost, begoft, farewords and well-bes’! Jackal jackeloping jumpers jonwards… Hey hoy! Hey hoy! Jouhuujugnelohjointeljoinelepip-pip-pip-pip-pip, ajumbley gonble gost the jaoibies.
Sina wawa allops alonge, the jaoibies nomble and nimble skipperie skops awaye. Ajum abum alump, alump, alump, also known as thunp, aloomph, aloule, or abumpb, jimble tint to the shrishy and shrolliery seedsseekery, dried all alife goe the parseslie. Lie moku goe the sowali sowelus! The jucklejumps jaoibies nomble earthmunch mokieu, the dunstpie shwishy liftashosh, sprising the parseslie bunst a flour.

do tell me what you perceive!

#absurd #words #structure

dee 2d

Eight Of Swords.

I’m a human library.
My heart is single page with one bleeding word.
An empty carcass pervaded by nothing but
shelves and books.
Cut me in half, letters shall pour out.
Calligrams in my fingertips.
My eyes spell a p o l o g e t i c, in advance to the librarian tasked with decoding my being,
Death by literature, cursive written fate.
I’m a human library.
My brain misspells the word love on purpose
It always only finds the characters that spell your name,
as if it was the only way I was taught.
I used my fingers to write memories in every
system I could comprehend.
I understood what it meant to be a library.
A walking poem.
A talking blue ink pen.
I have touched every pain-cured wall
in this museum,
so ask me anything about him, the pages to my mind will unfold
and you will be filled with the same knowledge
As that of a librarian that used to work in a morgue.

somebody loves me

#library #words #pages #soul #death

Piyush 2d

Go Cry, Poet.

You want words?
Fine.
A poem born in the dark,
Posted under borrowed light — right?

You chase beauty
Because you’re scared of the blight.
You hide in daylight,
Where nothing really shines,
Yet you still commit the crime
Just to earn a ******* dime.

Yeah, right.

You call it pride,
But it’s fear inside.
You drink outside,
Act like you’ve survived,
But you’re hollow.
No one sees what you’ve swallowed.

You want a poem?
Look at the line —
Where the girl’s always right,
And you still want to fight.
You walk with pride,
Like you won the night.

You dream her.
You please her.
You think you ******* deserve her.

Your mind’s disturbed.
You smile soft,
But fall hard —
Every **** time.

You want redemption?
Then speak.
But you’re weak.
You preach dreams
But drown in extremes.

You try,
You cry,
But never ask why.
You bleed in silence,
Cling to violence,
Think pain is defiance.

And still —
You think this is poetry?

Alright —
This is your poem’s ******* theme.

#words #poems #poetry #dream #truth #untold

The Outlet 5d

It's Okay(Fine)

Something in me breaks away,
When you say,
"It's fine,"
Instead of,
"It's okay."
Not from how it sounds,
At least,
It wasn't.
But you told me long ago,
"When I say it's fine,
It's not."
So are we playing games,
Are we chasing wild geese,
I beg you to communicate,
Yet you say,
"Read my mind."
I can't, not the way you want me too,
I love you, I need to,
More than anything.
So are we,
fine.
Or are we,
Okay

#feelings #words #love

Rehnuma Banu 5d

The Universe asks for a Lighter

House is not a Home..
Home is always a person..
Always..!❤️

#wordsbyrehnuma #words #writer #poem

Monkey Writes May 28

Obsolescence

May your adolescence fall to obsolescence,
As you stumble along to confidence,
Ere you find yourself at senescence,
Without the words to end your sentence.

#death #adolescence #words

Kenneth R Jenkins May 22

{Words Do Matter}

A social commentary

They are powerful and great,

Sometimes nice but wait,

There are times they scorn you,

There are times their false when its truth is true

There are times they carry a lot

A times they are cold or hot,

Sometimes meaningful int its way

While other times it seems darker than some days.

They can be wonderful at times yes,

Horrified in some days filled with stress,

And there are times you want to shut it down

Or when needed or for it not to make a sound,

Silent is sometimes gold,

Sometimes it gets really, really old,

While there are times to speak very loudly

Then at times it will love or hate or me,

There are times we’ll just do what the Beatles suggest and let it be.

You love me then you hate me

A game for fools you see

But painful not soothing or cool

But rough at times like a fool

Just dumb at times in different times

At times cruel to be kind,

While praising you one hand

Then downing me to kiss your ***

The stab me in the back and then get away fast.

It cuts **** a knife deep

It even haunts me in my sleep,

While killing me softly at times so sadly

Then cussing at me badly,

Your words hurt me so

Deeper than you’ll even know.

Sometimes loud and wrong

And sometimes you’ll sell those words for just a song

Or sometimes *****

Sometimes nerdy,

Sometimes slick

With a little coolness quick as a wick.

Words can be light as a feather

Capable to stand any kind of weather.

It can be strong and tall,

Sometimes fast or not all.

No matter it’s homeland or country

No matter the color it maybe

Or expressions kind or mean

No matter hidden or even seen

Or what wars that battled

Know this much that world do matter,

8 Sept 2021

#words