#world poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison Feb 10

My father curses at the men in charge,
He tells me they're driving the world into dust,
But doesn't he know,
That we're just not done for yet?

And whether or not they put Coke ads in the sky,
There will never come a day,
When we are too tired to fight for liberty.

I'm born to a new generation of fighters, those prepared to do what it takes to sculpt the world back to it's proper shape.

#done #world #politics #family #ads #sky #liberty #fighting

Abbott J Hardison Feb 10

WhenWeWereFriends

Why'd you go and do that?
I miss you from two years ago,
Before he had his way,
And it scarred you for life.

I know you're scared,
But he won't protect you,
I'm afraid he just can't.

So come back around,
We need both hands to do the bird,
In our secret handshake.

:(

#friends #handshakes #birds #love #heartbreak #fear #terrible #world

Riri Feb 9

Ethereal Grace

The wind dances through your hair,
your steps—light, effortless air.
Have you ever seen it?
The way eyes turn—
watching you move,
watching you twirl.

You sway like a butterfly,
spreading joy as you pass by.
A vision of beauty, soft yet bright,
your presence lingers in my mind.

But did you ever realize?
Beyond the glow of worldly grace,
it’s your optimism—radiant, rare—
that makes you truly beautiful.

#beauty #grace #life #positivity #happiness #world #watching #butterfly #realization #vision

Aditya Choudhary Feb 8

When the World Sleeps

The night hums softly, the world is still,
yet my mind runs where my heart won’t heal.
Streetlights flicker, the moon just stares,
but shadows whisper that no one cares.

I scroll through faces I used to know,
wonder if they miss me—probably no.
Messages typed but left unsent,
words too heavy, feelings bent.

The silence isn’t really mute,
it sings of dreams I can’t pursue.
Of doors that closed, of roads not walked,
of battles lost, of love uncaught.

And though the dawn is hours away,
I wonder if I’d beg it to stay.
Because another day just means one more—
where I still ache behind this door.

#caged #world #sleep #house #alone #walls #sky #doors #moon #sad

Aditya Choudhary Feb 7

Almost, But Never

I see you in the places we once knew,
a glimpse of your shadow in passing view.
Your name lingers on my silent tongue,
a song unsung, forever young.

We walk the same streets, breathe the same air,
yet fate pretends we’re unaware.
A step too late, a turn too wide,
always reaching—never collide.

I hear your laughter in echoes dim,
like a melody lost within the wind.
Fingers stretch, but time won’t bend,
a story stuck with no real end.

We could meet, yet we stay apart,
two lost souls with tangled hearts.
So close—yet worlds away,
a touch we’ll never let replay.

#lonely #sad #night #thoughts #shadow #souls #love #world #meetup #hearts

Amir Murtaza Feb 7

The Power of Questions

Questions are vital,
Life thrives on questioning—
Yourself, others, the world.
Without questions, you cannot grow,
You cannot think,
For questions ignite thought,
And thought fuels change.

Yet, there are those in power,
Strong in might but fragile in mind,
Afraid of questions.
They silence voices,
Suppress bright minds,
Youthful minds,
Minds that dare to ask,
"Why?" and "What if?"

Across the epochs of history,
There have always been
The brave who question
And the fearful who evade.

Do not be afraid.
Raise your questions boldly.
For it is through questioning
That you challenge rigid thinking,
That you confront the immovable,
Even the most powerful.

Raise your voice,
And let your questions
Shape a better tomorrow.

#questions #voice #power #life #change #world

Aditya Choudhary Feb 7

Lonely Moon

The ocean feels vast and mysterious, doesn't it?
The sunset paints the sky in golden light.
The silence after a storm feels peaceful,
As the stars seem so distant tonight.

The world continues to turn,
The clouds drift lazily by,
The waves keep crashing on the shore,
As the moon looks lonely in the sky.

The flowers bloom in vibrant colors, don't they?
The mountains stand so tall and strong.
The world feels quiet in the nighttime,
As the wind whispers its gentle song.

The stars twinkle high above me,
The wind sings a melody,
And in the stillness of the night,
The world just keeps moving, endlessly.

#moon #sky #lonely #deep #thoughts #world #ocean #stars

Repentant Feb 4

How to Survive a Burning World

You strike a matchstick
and name it hope—
watch the flame gnaw
its own tail, a hungry ouroboros.

Your hands tremble like cities
under siege.
The skyline cracks, a porcelain plate
held together by spider silk.

We are all archaeologists here,
digging through ash
for the bones of who we swore
we’d become.

Some nights, the moon is a pill
that won’t dissolve.
You swallow it anyway,
let its cold light pool in your ribs.

The world is a fever dream,
but listen—
even wildfires leave behind
soil thick with tomorrow.

So let your heart be a dandelion:
ugly, stubborn,
and impossibly
easy to love.

Inspiration: Combines existential urgency (a "burning world") with intimate resilience, blending natural imagery and mental health metaphors. The poem mirrors modern anxieties but leans into hope as an act of defiance.

Key Elements:

Ouroboros metaphor: The flame eating itself reflects cycles of destruction/rebirth and self-sabotage.

Urban decay vs. nature: "Cities under siege" and "porcelain plate" contrast with organic imagery (dandelions, wildfires).

Medicalization of coping: The moon as an undissolved pill critiques how society medicates existential pain.

Archaeology of self: Digging through "ash" to find lost versions of identity.

Dandelion symbolism: Represents overlooked strength and the beauty of persistence.

Structure: Free verse with short, punchy stanzas. Enjambment creates urgency, while the final quatrain offers a resolving, mantra-like closure.

#burning #world #wildfire #poetry #mental #health #existential #reflection #nature #metaphors

David P Carroll Feb 3

Bunch Of Criminals

When exposing a crime
Is treated as committing
A crime you are been ruled
By criminals.

NATO is a Terrorist Organisation that has nothing to do with Defence
NATO is a War Machine that doesn't like Peace.

#world

Rama Tuka Jan 30

Don’t See Too Much

Sometimes, I get carried away by certain moments that keep me awake. But I think I see too much.

Sometimes, I feel that what makes me comfortable must be good. But in truth, I see too much.

Sometimes, I imagine I’ll always spend my time under a blue sky. But I see too much.

Now I realize that feelings and thoughts will never fully align, because the world will always change, even if everything seems fine at first. So, I need to stop and focus on looking far ahead.

Overall, this writing depicts the inner journey of someone who is beginning to accept that life does not always go as expected. It emphasizes the importance of adapting and looking ahead with greater wisdom. 🌿

#grow #feelings #dontseemuch #world