#counter - Hello Poetry

You left your keys And your wedding ring On the counter As a daily reminder I was not enough

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Nov 12, 2025

Nov 12, 2025 at 7:48 AM UTC

PeterGerstenmaier

Counter

You left your keys And your wedding ring On the counter As a daily reminder I was not enough

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While scrolling through feed after feed, I wonder if these lines— tapped out at midnight, lit by screens and caffeine— will endure. Will they outlast Keats’s nightingale, Burns’s red, red rose? Or drift away like leaves in autumn wind, unnoticed, unclaimed? I wonder if poems typed in silence can hold. The rake is a keyboard now— plastic teeth scraping thought into lines. Keats had a nightingale. I have a username, a thread that scrolls without end. Burns sang of roses. I write in pixels, red with longing, aching for reply. Frost went “Out, Out—” over a chainsaw, not a saw. The tool changed. The cut stayed clean. Yet here I am, posting still, hoping for a flicker, a kindred spark to find me in the static. The world shifts— tools, styles, the shape of our voices— but words remain, binding us across the hush. So here is my offering: raw and honest lines, a digital rake clearing the leaves of thought.

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Nov 6, 2025

Nov 6, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC

photodude

While Posting Late

While scrolling through feed after feed, I wonder if these lines— tapped out at midnight, lit by screens and caffeine— will endure. Will they outlast Keats’s nightingale, Burns’s red, red rose? Or drift away like leaves in autumn wind, unnoticed, unclaimed? I wonder if poems typed in silence can hold. The rake is a keyboard now— plastic teeth scraping thought into lines. Keats had a nightingale. I have a username, a thread that scrolls without end. Burns sang of roses. I write in pixels, red with longing, aching for reply. Frost went “Out, Out—” over a chainsaw, not a saw. The tool changed. The cut stayed clean. Yet here I am, posting still, hoping for a flicker, a kindred spark to find me in the static. The world shifts— tools, styles, the shape of our voices— but words remain, binding us across the hush. So here is my offering: raw and honest lines, a digital rake clearing the leaves of thought.

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Hello *I see you again. A gaze that I process but Do not comprehend, Do not want to comprehend* Good bye If only that was the end. Not too close and Not too far Your shadow looms Through my mind A scar; Not yet embedded however Amplifying what it can be Through a simple Caress to my spine. Careful and yet Bold, Your counterpart less of the former And more of the latter And yet currently, My trust lays more in your Parallel counter. I wanted to trust you But your one slip Was enough.

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Jul 12, 2019

Jul 12, 2019 at 2:44 AM UTC

Yanamari

Counterpart

Hello *I see you again. A gaze that I process but Do not comprehend, Do not want to comprehend* Good bye If only that was the end. Not too close and Not too far Your shadow looms Through my mind A scar; Not yet embedded however Amplifying what it can be Through a simple Caress to my spine. Careful and yet Bold, Your counterpart less of the former And more of the latter And yet currently, My trust lays more in your Parallel counter. I wanted to trust you But your one slip Was enough.

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I had a **** childhood But at least the music was good

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Jun 8, 2019

Jun 8, 2019 at 3:32 AM UTC

Penmann

The Music

I had a **** childhood But at least the music was good

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Peeling silver skin And exposing yourself To change In blister punch holes Is a fight in itself And running is easy And hiding is comfort And tiled voices echo Against porcelain And bubbles

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Sep 19, 2018

Sep 19, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC

DeliaGrace

Over the Counter

Peeling silver skin And exposing yourself To change In blister punch holes Is a fight in itself And running is easy And hiding is comfort And tiled voices echo Against porcelain And bubbles

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Nay; the question may yes indeed be - how hath thine been; neither what is to be, nor not to be.

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Sep 21, 2017

Sep 21, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC

MarqB_Martian

indubitably

Nay; the question may yes indeed be - how hath thine been; neither what is to be, nor not to be.

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For every disorder there is a border Hence we have to be ready to counter Step by step to play with the boulder For every question there is an answer Let be clear about our path,destination Let be specific what we have to celebrate Let dominate us our endure and passion Let our character to be fine to ameliorate Great people portray actions loud clear Meanest of mean resort to ***** tricks So be loyal honest and sincere my dear Strong building is raised bricks by bricks Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC

col-muhammad-khalid-khan

Ready to Counter

For every disorder there is a border Hence we have to be ready to counter Step by step to play with the boulder For every question there is an answer Let be clear about our path,destination Let be specific what we have to celebrate Let dominate us our endure and passion Let our character to be fine to ameliorate Great people portray actions loud clear Meanest of mean resort to ***** tricks So be loyal honest and sincere my dear Strong building is raised bricks by bricks Col Muhammad Khalid Khan Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

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If only there are Angels and Demons, Heaven and Hell. Life and Death; Light and Dark, Good and Evil ; War and Peace, Prey and the Predator, Lion and the Lamb And Alas! They exist not as enemies but to fall in love with no one else but Each Other.

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC

avery-glows

If only —

If only there are Angels and Demons, Heaven and Hell. Life and Death; Light and Dark, Good and Evil ; War and Peace, Prey and the Predator, Lion and the Lamb And Alas! They exist not as enemies but to fall in love with no one else but Each Other.

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My daily dose of wellness pills, Is in a weekly container, The sadness of filling it up, Makes me want to take the remainder

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 8:05 PM UTC

MrPeterJThomas

(Over the) Pill Counter

My daily dose of wellness pills, Is in a weekly container, The sadness of filling it up, Makes me want to take the remainder

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Sol o Sol! Come be our guest, Come & imagine a lunch with us. Sky o Sky! Most clement you are, You are invited to lunch along us. The stove is just so cold, The stomach is hot as oven, Warm bread is our daydream. May some day come our way, Our poor daydreams be realized, Drinking the water in steel tumblers. Delicious potato-tomato greens, Sour tamarind sauce will be there, Such a day has always been on the list. We toast to our mini picnic, Gulp chilled water brought along, Yes so would be our hot celebration. Let us sit under a tree's shade, Enjoying our picnic time the best, Melting some butter on warm bread. Just for the sake of our joy, May birds be our music system, Today we shall feed them as well. Sol o Sol! Listen to our invitation, Come & imagine a lunch with us. Sky o Sky! Accept all our offerings, You are invited to lunch along us.

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Jun 19, 2014

Jun 19, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC

Atul

Roadside Dreams

Sol o Sol! Come be our guest, Come & imagine a lunch with us. Sky o Sky! Most clement you are, You are invited to lunch along us. The stove is just so cold, The stomach is hot as oven, Warm bread is our daydream. May some day come our way, Our poor daydreams be realized, Drinking the water in steel tumblers. Delicious potato-tomato greens, Sour tamarind sauce will be there, Such a day has always been on the list. We toast to our mini picnic, Gulp chilled water brought along, Yes so would be our hot celebration. Let us sit under a tree's shade, Enjoying our picnic time the best, Melting some butter on warm bread. Just for the sake of our joy, May birds be our music system, Today we shall feed them as well. Sol o Sol! Listen to our invitation, Come & imagine a lunch with us. Sky o Sky! Accept all our offerings, You are invited to lunch along us.

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Brazen apple left on the counter to rust,

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC

silas-t-williams

Rust

Brazen apple left on the counter to rust,

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Too much rain for a good day She dreams the door won't open There's the scrape of metal again And the face of a stranger pokes at happiness Enough to evoke a bright smile from the dead She's a ***** just as all of us Her familiar gesture calling in Sober drones who use her and run Sarah's familiar gesture calling Friendly, friendly, always Dreaming of closings

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Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC

Tera-Shepherd

Sarah's Familiar Gesture

Too much rain for a good day She dreams the door won't open There's the scrape of metal again And the face of a stranger pokes at happiness Enough to evoke a bright smile from the dead She's a ***** just as all of us Her familiar gesture calling in Sober drones who use her and run Sarah's familiar gesture calling Friendly, friendly, always Dreaming of closings

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