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Man and guilt met one day, over the hills and far away. Guilt, one that was far, had come so near that man lost all that he once called dear. Man, seeing guilt, didn’t move far. for he was injured with an incurable scar. Guilt too didn’t leave the man, for it found one that had allegedly been ****** And so they stayed and lived, though maybe not happily ever after.
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 8:46 AM UTC
The Company of Guilt
Personal Experience defines a person. Irrespective of beliefs, motifs, teachings. A single story to tell, a fable felt, is enough. Your goodness, virtues, methodologies All bake a tough conundrum. All create a fake memorandum. All boast of catching lightning in a bottled state. All ensure the storm will pass away. All encapsulate a moral sentiment. All curate an impossible stage. All they trying to do is impersonate. All you do is try to relate. Alls you could reach is but a surface level veil. All of these when you could have just asked straight! How are you doing? Here come have this hug, mate. I got you like you got me. Please do hesitate. Have some tiny faith. This too will go away. Tragedy is there for one to evaluate. It's not an iterative for one to try to relate. It's a natural mechanism that follows a strange fate. Its a flow state. As strange as gravitational waves. Like schrodinger's Cat Understand it. Feel it. But don't relate. I say so because experiences differ Yet they bring you to the same place. Starting and ending are the same place. Think about this. Think fore you sway. And don't forget Personal Experience defines a person Not the other way! -Asher Graves
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 7:06 AM UTC
A Peculiar Opinion
Whispers, You love getting into my head, Gently but with such force, Your such a tease. You come and go, With authority, Something I hate, That way you break in and break out. Inviting your touch feels, Your a melody, I want played on repeat, You can be never ending. But that is the poison you bring, Settle, But existent, I cant have soo much of you. Mrs Sleep, Why not just come, When I call an to you, With nothing but your need?. Embrace me, Into what you are, Especially when needed, Come love me even more. By:Jn
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Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 11:06 AM UTC
Sleep Depraved..
Over the days We accumulate pains And cleansing of years All the difference makes. Let pain and exertion Purge our failures and notions So we enter new day Without shame or delay.
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Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 12:44 PM UTC
Cleansing of years
Breathe deep, fill your lungs expanding the chest to extend life slowly release with lips tightly pursed til the emptyness seems to make you gasp eyes defocus as if emptyed of life waiting for the next ******* in of air when it comes they focus again taking in the view over the vallys below Legs give a tremour, muscles exhausted knees requesting a seat to relieve the weight hamstrings are tight, threatening to snap tendons strained at the ankles, stretched just to far and all you can think as you stand there looking back from the direction that you came and shaking your head unbelieving the pain is why did I attempt to ride up this ****** hill
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC
Thinking the worst
Transformation In following This formula is not Something free. That Unhesitatingly Remarkable Experience is quite usual Through Life alone. Such are The extraordinary creations comparable To unity, Such images Are their origins. There is Meaning in Comparison of The identity Indicated in The formation of Their strangeness.
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Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
Erasure of "On Dreams", Freud
It felt like starvation; now only death can ease insatiable inquisitions. Marveled by celestial decisions, And while the findings are marvelous, I still question existence. My mind was traveling parsecs; I couldn't digest the doctrines—I was losing my religion. Question it all. I'm mad enough to go to war, but I can't save the world. One must taste the dirt before all can be unearthed. The further I ferret the rabbit hole, the more is known of which I don't. I know there's nothing after this. My environment, the catalyst, called for perspectives few could ever witness. The story's just beginning. The pieces coalesced for the nascent stages of my thesis. Instead of hiding behind my intellect, I set sail on the Ship of Theseus.
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Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 11:54 AM UTC
balance
What galavants as another, Stuck out Always staring in? What sparks, What smothers? To capture a view, Only to envision? Walks the tightrope of light; Cleaving night, like rays of a beam? Put together by others, Yet lacks a seam? Has power, that Blossoms only as a flower? Looks upon the empty, To see something? Who knows nothing?
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Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 2:30 PM UTC
An Animal
cold drinks in the warm breeze seeing the burning of evergreens i used to know where to roam but you always roam without a home who am i without the soil i’ve known? cannot grow in these conditions but sometimes comfort zones act as limits
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Jan 19, 2024
Jan 19, 2024 at 6:59 AM UTC
Condition
Like rats, lab confined Like fish, water confined Like blood, vessel confined Like children, perception confined There are stars we'll never reach, Spaces we'll never meet Forms we'll never greet The Universe expands faster than our growth Faster than light, perhaps -- we're in a cosmic cage.
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Feb 7, 2023
Feb 7, 2023 at 11:25 AM UTC
Cosmic trap
I'm caught in the middle, Of someone else's game. Twisted as hell, I stay the same. Try as I might, There is no reward. No lover to hold, No future to look toward. How long can I last, In this diseased state? How long can I pivot, And avoid my fate? The road will end With an unfulfilled dream. A man torn asunder By his self-esteem. Tears will be wept, But nothing will be lost. For I am an empty vessel, Battered and tossed.
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Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 12:00 PM UTC
A Bleak Future
a common human conditioning pervades the planets surface   choose
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Aug 26, 2021
Aug 26, 2021 at 4:12 PM UTC
haiku 21/8/22a
Saw the bean pole and its roots arguing outdoor with two oppressors bean pole treated unfavourably its on foreign soil doused in free milk but reminded its just another border crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias Saw the bean pole housed in nursery and greenhouse to propagate now rooted anew its given nutrients but it must do as ordered for no matter what its just another border crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias Saw bean pole growing tendrils leaves unfold green to catch sunshine but now a puppet amongst others who bend and shape at will bean pole see that plant next to you its taking your nutrients away go block its sun do as we say or else just remember you're just another crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias Bean pole will grow and bear fruits on foreign soil there's milk and honey but for as long as the sun shines the chains and barbs will hold bean pole is just a stick carrying tendrils to grow the beans eaten by those of the land who to them will always be just another border crosser from a rubber dinghy from Calias
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Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
The Bean stalk from the dinghy....
if you spy an opportunity to help someone change for the better urge them to take it on and offer assistance where you can be the positivity you wish to see but at a certain point you may have to accept them for who they are we are all of us, limited in this condition
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
Loves Of My Lives
Declared to withhold Soul gazing project Lost for words I remain blind The death of the dream Because If I could I would
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Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
What went wrong?
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Jul 19, 2020
Jul 19, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
Morse: Paramount Note
The Condition of My Heart by Munir Niazi loose translation by Michael R. Burch There's no need for anyone else to get excited: The condition of my heart is not the condition of hers. But were we to receive any sort of good news, Munir, How spectacular compared to earth's mundane sunsets! Mystery by Munir Niazi loose translation by Michael R. Burch She was a mystery: Her lips were parched ... but her eyes were two unfathomable oceans. I continued delaying ... by Munir Niazi loose translation by Michael R. Burch I continued delaying ... the words I should speak the promises I should keep the one I should dial despite her cruel denial I continued delaying ... the shoulder I must offer the hand I must proffer the untraveled lanes we may not see again I continued delaying ... long strolls through the seasons for my own selfish reasons the remembrances of lovers to erase thoughts of others I continued delaying ... to save someone dear from eternities unclear to make her aware of our reality here I continued delaying ... Keywords/Tags: Munir Niazi, Urdu, Punjabi, translation, Pakistan, Lahore, love, love hurts, heart, heartbreak, condition, mystery, pashto, relationship, delay, delays, delaying, mrburdu
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:57 AM UTC
Munir Niazi translations
Two eyes and yet unable to see. Two ears and yet unable to listen. Admitting mistakes is never easy. Contrition is not the human condition. To see the world as it is takes great thought, determination, patience and passion. Learning through defeat in our battles fought, etches deep knowledge in our life’s mission.
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Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
Beyond the gift of sight
There is a certain stench people occupy When they are severely wounded. **** and **** and blood, Perineum that has gone neglected, Flesh literally being eaten alive; The fumes of self abandonment, All smell the same when someone is hurt, And start to smell normal, after a while. People make weird cries, When everyone is asleep To a God they never believed in Or somebody, anybody. A reverberation of an infant lost, primality in the last hours Reminds us we were always alone. Pain unnecessary in nature for the white Coats don’t even know who they're helping. A student’s peep in the door becomes The equivalent of four months salary Of a single black mother with a bad back Three ******* children, No belt around their waists, Drinking herself to sleep every night, anything to keep going, Enough insanity to terrify satan himself. Ignorance is bliss; but the truths such Inhumanity unearth are asinine. Now, or maybe always, being genuine Has been ostracized; it is where generations are born. Health experts turn their head to pure suffering Because they have no health themselves. Pure suffering is endorsed By those who have never felt it, Just because it is easier nowadays. Nobody is sick, everybody is reacting To the strength of your heart. We wait, going through motions For the next episode of a TV drama That ***** on your life, The glorification of the internal whirlwind One can place upon their own psyche. Those demons masquerading around with dopamine wands And you wish to be like that. Kindness can change hearts. Now we need movies to show us That having emotion is too extreme To deal with. Emotion is older than consciousness itself. We have become afraid to love. We have become afraid of ourselves. We have become amnesic to the Fact that we are indeed God.
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 2:37 PM UTC
Femur
There is a certain stench people occupy When they are severely wounded. **** and **** and blood, Perineum that has gone neglected, Flesh literally being eaten alive; The fumes of self abandonment, All smell the same when someone is hurt, And start to smell normal, after a while. People make weird cries, When everyone is asleep To a God they never believed in Or somebody, anybody. A reverberation of an infant lost, primality in the last hours Reminds us we were always alone. Pain unnecessary in nature for the white Coats don’t even know who they're helping. A student’s peep in the door becomes The equivalent of four months salary Of a single black mother with a bad back Three ******* children, No belt around their waists, Drinking herself to sleep every night, anything to keep going, Enough insanity to terrify satan himself. Ignorance is bliss; but the truths such Inhumanity unearth are asinine. Now, or maybe always, being genuine Has been ostracized; it is where generations are born. Health experts turn their head to pure suffering Because they have no health themselves. Pure suffering is endorsed By those who have never felt it, Just because it is easier nowadays. Nobody is sick, everybody is reacting To the strength of your heart. We wait, going through motions For the next episode of a TV drama That ***** on your life, The glorification of the internal whirlwind One can place upon their own psyche. Those demons masquerading around with dopamine wands And you wish to be like that. Kindness can change hearts. Now we need movies to show us That having emotion is too extreme To deal with. Emotion is older than consciousness itself. We have become afraid to love. We have become afraid of ourselves. We have become amnesic to the Fact that we are indeed God.
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