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A collection of bruises & scars I keep Dark emotions locked inside a glass jar A fragile keepsake made of memories The one I hold dear away from creeping eyeballs & hands stained by dirt O these clumsy hands of mine make a grave mistake Eyes follow the relentless spirits at bay I watch the pull of gravity in horror, the feel of interia burning my skin The fall was epically horrendous, held in midair, falling at half the speed of motion Upon the linoleum floor, a sickly crash was heard A collage of emotions as it exploded with veracity I felt weak as I surveyed the aftermath & gently turned to get a kitchen broom Misty eyes are stifled as anger is stuffed Gritting my teeth as embarrassment seethes
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Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 4:41 AM UTC
A Glass Jar
she was jest one knotch too weird wired for regular folk her smile was sorta crooked, 'til she grinned, then the whole ****** room lit up like Christmas Eve and New York New Year on TV she was thereafter ever after I vanished in the undamming of the flow, past the weir on Tenant's Creek. We walked in the moonlight, to a famous cavern where, Dreamtime, dust stirred in the cave... hear the sea? way yonder, hear the ocean? Sh, touch the dust, ashes of the past, roll in the dust. choke cough choke joke joke you pass you pass heko heko finiinish wink. Morning Wood pecker rythmn in a hummingbird realm, one two three for five six seb seberal cebral lesions appear, pop-outa-gno-where evil imaginations in your hear, dear reader, go binge all Purge movies, then rewatch five seasons of that sup-augmented puppy show, where each episode is a win, for the favorite, in any any child's hierarchy of worth. Paw Patrol verses Oscars Oasis-- Get some goodoldfashion ethotical archeo-types Etched in acid, splashed in face of the diva asking ever who who who is fairest of the fair? not fair? har har har, fair's fair, in Love 'n' War glory stories, that end well, all's well. That ends. Next is no longer just around the corner... this junction is some past all that. Here is where the rubber met the road, the one that leaked and changed reality for me.
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Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
The barmaid outback that time
Are you an accidental parent in the world today when there's so much uncertainty about at play? People are so caught up in the lusts of the flesh and don't really know how to escape this mesh. They fall headlong into a premature parenthood and don't allow things to unfold as they should. Sure, nature has a way and takes its own course but are we not all a victim of some blind force? It starts at puberty and right through adolescence there's a really strong urge involved with essence. Our bodies undergo transformation into adulthood there's no way around it; all are subject to the mood. Also, there is so much ignorance in the world today embedded in the minds of most people in such a way. They can't see themselves when being taken for a ride ending with an unwanted burden they're unable to hide. If they follow those ways of the common throng it will only lead them into a place that is wrong. And if revolving around the centre of their groins they go against the advice 'to gird up one's loins'. However, this may happen without much thought and they find themselves very often being caught. Especially if there are two willing to fulfil desires that between them both aren't what Love inspires. For Love has a lower cousin which is called lust those who are much controlled by it can go bust. It doesn't matter then who you may happen to be lust over Love has made a stand, we do now see. _________________________
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
To An Accidental Parent
Even if you were an accident I can never say I regret you You cracked open my soul and showed me the nastiness that lives there That only you have the power to uncover You taught me that not every intention is good That not everyone can be saved That life bring about ways and answers you cannot explaine But for the moments we were happy I will cherish I will continue my path with an understanding of never allowing someone to lavish onto the evil I didn't know I had But to clean it with new lessons life is sure to bring along
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
Past Lesson
I never meant to love you. You caught me On the way to my solitude And tripped me, So casually. Did you even notice That I fell?
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Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Tumble
I know this isn’t just a crush. I haven’t known you for long but when we look at each other there’s something burning inside of me that I’ve never felt before. The connection is deep and it’s destroying me with every accidental touch. You have changed my distinction on love. You have changed every thought I’ve ever had about my past relationships. You have shown me everything I want but you can’t give me everything I need. I do believe that one day, this space created between us will end. But for now, I haven’t gone a second without thinking about the sound of your voice saying my name as you pull me in for one more kiss.
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
accidental love
We search seas for rough cleansing, but some times, some new some old, we search for her to lap away the warmth in our sun-born flesh, to ease away the white-hot-heat and frenzy, till her cold wet fatigue may kiss us full of calm, of passivity, of loftiness, of sea-foam docility and to chill our temperment some. Sip her blessings, child, but I warn you, her cup overfloweth and in your wanting, your pining doubt, an open mouth spells a ominous quiet, and a hushed sigh of grief-- for the sea mourns your passing-- or rather, the passing of the warmth she grasped too quickly at when your heavy head dipped too low too weakly, and bright eyes closed cold and meekly.
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Seek Not To Drown But To Sip
I’d love to write something clever and witty To capture the essence of Dr Suess in a ditty But try as I might, the words don’t take flight And the whole thing just sounds kind of ******
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Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
Limerick kinda
Anyone here have Any quesions about the Latest announcement? We may be getting Our first doggo tomorrow and I'm excited Each fan role gives you Access to a special chat Related to them So I learned that there's A website that lets you make Your own fonts for free She kept slapping and Throwing things at me so I Kissed her and she stopped. Ahh... yeah. Kind of the Reason why I thought you were Older honestly. Cats walk by putting Both right feet forward and then Both left feet forward. I was unaware I was being annoying, My apologies. But then again, in That case you can use your socks To kinda itch them.
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Dec 23, 2017
Dec 23, 2017 at 8:47 AM UTC
Accidental Haikus Vol. 1
Save my life         It's nothing but wasted. Pull aside      the green, leaden curtain. Of envy, it fills my             every move with deadened motion.           Come inside, won't you? Save my life From        a c c i d e n t a l        hurt         From despair too    Carelessly placed to Be on       p u r p o s e. What if it was? Would you trust me? Enough to relax, eyes rolled back? I don't promise much, and I can't promise a soft place where and when I drop you.               I'll d r o p you.
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Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC
The Gentle Term is Enchanter
celine wrote some thick books 'Death On The Installment Plan' 'Journey To The End Of Night' my plan was to read them but i never did i got as far as the titles then got stuck they've been packed away in boxes for the past 5 years, i had no need to unpack them maybe if they had been  thinner what can i do what can i do i just don't want to i just don't want to everyday i feel so unheld together life after life
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May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC
goodreads
True love could be, just a brilliant, & rare, beautiful mistake, setting my heart, setting it all aquake, & it's nothing that I can fake, with so much that I've got at stake, So please be gentle, cuz' that thing can really break, so take a chance, cuz' life's a dance, & one I am so willing to take, In every single moment , that I am awake, in a feeling I just can't shake, waiting, in a deep & endless ache, baby this thing, it ain't gotta a brake, & for everybody else's sake, One day, I'm just hoping, just hoping, that it's just one, that I, can finally, make. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:54 PM UTC
Just True Love
She was a little stick of a thing More of a twig than a branch. She had freckles instead of makeup But man could that girl dance! She wore a sack of a dress With simple holes for her arms But I was immediately captured By her open-hearted charm. It was an accidental meeting And a charming mental greeting Two strangers seeking seating That did not end up as fleeting. I didn’t own a crystal ball So I could certainly not see What this little bit of a girl Would come to mean to me. She had beautiful eyes The color of aged whiskey That could make a guy Want to do something risky. A lovely accidental meeting And a charming mental greeting Two strangers seeking seating That did not end up as fleeting. So I took her with me dancing As a harmless thing to do For two people who are strangers To whom everything is new. I expected it to be awkward Could this beauty even dance? How was I to know that this Would be the start of romance? A simple accidental meeting And a charming mental greeting Two strangers seeking seating That did not end up as fleeting.
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
LAURA
They don't speak, all the long, winding bus journey.  They are strangers, with nothing in common besides the No 50 route and the free travel passes afforded to them on account of their quietly advancing years. She sits in the seat in front of him. Their eyes never lock.  His myopic gaze through thick NHS lenses rests neutral on the back of her head, her softly blue-rinsed curls and the collar of an eminently sensible overcoat. They sit, both silent, as - outside the foggy bus windows - winter has one last chew on time's bony old carcass. She has a slight stoop which she's doing her best to hide, and his shaking hands make his liver spots blur. They stand - the bus stopping at their mutual destination - shuffling sideways into the aisle, and something unexpected happens. The bus jolts suddenly forwards, then lurches to a startled halt, and she falls backwards into his arms and he catches her. For a second, strange gravities assume control. There's a moment, governed by different laws of physics and chemistry and half-forgotten, half-remembered biology. She flushes, infused with something warm and thirst-whettingly girlish, and he surges with a newfound potency, standing taller, the woman he's supporting somehow lessening the burden of his age. Her spine straightens, and she laughs.  His face, smiling, youthens. His hands hold her unstooped shoulders and don't tremble. Sun breaks through cloud outside the window. They remember it's spring out there somewhere.
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 10:45 AM UTC
Winter Romance
They don't speak, all the long, winding bus journey.  They are strangers, with nothing in common besides the No 50 route and the free travel passes afforded to them on account of their quietly advancing years. She sits in the seat in front of him. Their eyes never lock.  His myopic gaze through thick NHS lenses rests neutral on the back of her head, her softly blue-rinsed curls and the collar of an eminently sensible overcoat. They sit, both silent, as - outside the foggy bus windows - winter has one last chew on time's bony old carcass. She has a slight stoop which she's doing her best to hide, and his shaking hands make his liver spots blur. They stand - the bus stopping at their mutual destination - shuffling sideways into the aisle, and something unexpected happens. The bus jolts suddenly forwards, then lurches to a startled halt, and she falls backwards into his arms and he catches her. For a second, strange gravities assume control. There's a moment, governed by different laws of physics and chemistry and half-forgotten, half-remembered biology. She flushes, infused with something warm and thirst-whettingly girlish, and he surges with a newfound potency, standing taller, the woman he's supporting somehow lessening the burden of his age. Her spine straightens, and she laughs.  His face, smiling, youthens. His hands hold her unstooped shoulders and don't tremble. Sun breaks through cloud outside the window. They remember it's spring out there somewhere.
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you held my hand, and, with that, my heart skipped a beat. don't fall in love with me i whispered. you showed me the world, and, with that, my lungs gasped for more air. don't fall in love with me again, i whispered. you took the stars and gave them to me, and, with that, my knees felt weak. don't fall in love with me. i warned you- a lot of times, yes. but i forgot to warn myself; i forgot that i am but naive. and after all my precautions, it was i who fell. i fell in love with you.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Precaution
*Your spirit now rests in harmony, Since you were called with the angels above, But your smile will live forever, And it's only you, I think of. With wonderful memories, When you reached out from the bottom of your heart, To  see everyone together, A dream you left behind, and sadly unable to start. But I believe in eternal life, And some day we will meet again, To celebrate and rejoice, And it will never have to end. Rejoined in a new world known as paradise, An idyllic place to be ... without any worries or pain, Bringing happiness and togetherness once again, In His presence and reign.*
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Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Your Smile Will Live Forever