#dearblankchallenge
It's so easy to forget, Then suddenly... gone
Let thoughts just slip away... a I agree though,
Let them fade into non-existence. w It's sad
Or at least that's how people play it. a Sad how easy it is
Honestly... To pretend to
If you try to forget something, t care
The more it just sticks with you. a love
Anything you want to remember... o dream
Well, that just seems to slowly f l forget
But that's all life really is, isn't it?
One big old pretence
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Dear Maggie Grace,
I find you to be a phenomenal poet. I want to recognize, acknowledge, and express my admiration, for all of your marvelous work, you are a beautiful part of this site and I have selected some of my favorite lines from your work. It is all really spectacular, and I have put my interpretations and thoughts below each poetic phrase you wrote:
Drinking my cold chai tea,
Tears falling endlessly.
-Maggie Grace
This is so vivid and genuine. The reality and physicality captured by these lines is fascinating and incredible. The description of the sensory so simply yet brilliantly put. I love your style of poetry. Also, chai tea is amazing. ;P
“Yes, I’m fine,”
And people believe me,
-Maggie Grace
You bring to focus such an achingly relatable topic. To be so indescribably not fine, but to say it anyway and to have people believe you, it is a unique and unpretty type of pain.
Weaving their web of lies,
Their pain they hide.
Don’t say hurtful things,
-Maggie Grace
I love, love LOVE these lines “weaving their web of lies” such magnificent imagery WOW! And the message you convey is such a vital one. To fight against hurtful words.
Save the teenage girl,
she needs her life,
she needs her everything,
stop bullying.
-Maggie Grace
Bullying is such a global, agonizing problem and you have truly snared the essence of the anguish of being bullied. You are an excellent poet.
I like to wander in the snow, and think about things, like you.
-Maggie Grace
You paint a picture with words here, and so many of us can really connect with that sort of feeling, a pensive mood, pondering another soul in this world. The setting you provide is lovely. “To wander in the snow” how delicate and beautiful.
Maggie Grace,
Thank you for blessing Hello Poetry with your presence. I am proud to call you a fellow poet, I could really feel your soul in the poetic pieces you compose and you have a beautiful soul from what I can tell. Keep writing, because you are a credit to the art of writing. :)
Love Ember Evanescent
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
Ye are not alone
Hear me, If ye will,
For I too have become one of the last of my kind
And my world falls apart
Just as thine own
And though we chase not the same Tower,
They are but one
Yes, Charyou Tree, come reap
I too have given up everything for my Tower
And if they knew,
They would demand I renounce my precious tower
But ka like the wind
Carries me forward
And I believe you understand
Why I know
I will draw
My last breath
On the path of the beam
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
You words tell of hurt and loss
But the way you write is so much more.
You fill hello poetry with your thoughts and concerns
You open up and leave yourself raw
Your writing is quite beautiful,
Never the same, never cliche, you write what's real to you
So I want to take this time to appreciate your words.
with a few words of mine as I try to sum up how awesome you and your poetry is.
In your poem Backwards I thought it was really clever how the story is told from the bottom. I hope you realise that you don't need to be fixed you are you, you are real and that should be good enough for everybody else.
In your poem Beyond Repair I love the short simple lines that make it all the more meaningful and I like how I think I can relate to how you were feeling when writing this.
To sum it all up you really bring colour to hello poetry with your poems and I hope you keep writing and that I will see you get better and better.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Your words are truly beautiful
They paint the page
Dance in front of my eyes
Your words flow as surely and as calmly as the ocean
There is a peace in the writing
There is love and honesty in the writing
There is a connection with the honesty of life that I feel in the words
And I thank you for your beautiful poems
Below are excerpts from some of my favorite poems by ShowYouLove:
these are the things i love:
These are some things I love
*Fresh baked bread and homemade apple pie
A long happy day concluded with a tired sigh
Friends that are forever and love that is pure and true
Spending time with those I love and when I think of you
Being there for those in need and ones that are suffering
To take a bad day make it happy and the joy we bring*
I love these lines as they blend all of the truly simple pleasures - good food, time happily spent, good friends, thinking of those you love. Very beautiful words.
Regrets (Going Home):
*I might have done things differently if so
I have come to understand a little a purpose far greater than me
Life is more than just a job, money, or nice things I believe
It is family, it is love, it is a something that you feel
In your heart, in your soul, and it is very real
Helping others, taking care of yourself, being there, showing love
These are all things that matters most if push comes down to shove
Then again it’s not too late to try to reconcile
I’ll take responsibility for consequences and go the extra mile
The only thing I would ask is to keep me in your prayers
And that you know wherever you go someone really cares
The song changes, the light turns and I continue heading home
To a place I can go back to no matter how far away I might roam*
This is one of my favorite poems. I love how honest and open the poem is. It recognizes faults but also shows how it's never too late to show your love to someone else and to express gratitude and ask for forgiveness. I find this poem to be amazing and inspiring.
Make It Better:
*I want to be your salt, I want to be your light
To chase away the dark of night and say that it'll be alright
But I can't do any of this and it hurts me to the core
To see you suffer and not be able to help more*
I like this passage because I think it expresses a feeling everyone has had in their life where they desperately want to help someone but can't. There is something sad and beautiful about this shared emotion.
Fragile Treasure:
*But under proper circumstances we can bloom and flourish too
And we can bring harm or joy to others; the choice is up to you
Life is short and is a precious treasure
True beauty and worth are something only God can measure
Treat all life with care and respect
For each one is sacred and hand select*
I love this poem and this passage because it shows how positive your writing is. I think it reflects the respect you have for life and that is beautiful!
Insecurities:
*When the light is fading fast, remember it's only in your mind
The past is gone, you can't go back and try once more
Now to remember not dwell and to look forward
Learn and grow
Your insecurities have no real control*
I really enjoyed this because it again takes an idea that all people have shared - insecurities - and puts a positive outlook on it. Again it feels very honest to me and that is why I love it.
Thank you again ShowYouLove for your poetry. Your words really do inspire me and so many of your poems really resonate and connect with me and for that i am thankful.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
Anxiety is your name, but do you know
you make everyone anxious to read your
wonderful words, that fall from your mouth
down to your hands, and on to paper?
Your work is quite heart filling,
Some might even say a little Thrilling.
I can tell by the way you write,
That somebody along the lines of
major duchebag or just plain abuser
has tainted your beautiful smile,
because I'm sure it's not there as much as before.
I don't want you to have anxiety from fear of being hurt,
I want you to have that, heart warming, butterflies in your tummy
Anxiety
So the next few times I read, I really hope
it's ten times better then now.
Your words right now are to sweet to let die in sadness
Let them flow just from utter happiness.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
Dear Blank,
I left your name blank because I don't know who you are,
or where you are.
Are you near, or are you far?
Dear Blank,
Sometimes I wonder if I truly need you,
Or if I'm better off on my own.
But I am scared: will you lift me up or hold me down?
Dear Blank,
Will I ever find you? Are you really there?
Or are you just a memory, and idea, a question--
A question, with no answer, or confession.
Dear Blank,
If I search, will I find you?
I would call out for you, but I don't know your name,
And all I see surrounding me is more of the same.
Dear Blank,
Are you really there?
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Dear Mariah,
Who are you? I don't know.
All I know are your words.
Your words with out capitals,
because they don't need to be constrained my things like grammar,
rules.
Your words without rhymes,
because they pain a picture on their own, just letters,
emotions.
Your words are just letters,
but together they are something more, something incredible-
consciousness.
Your words are something unique, something never before seen,
Your words are hope,
Pain,
Confusion,
Wonder.
Dear Mariah,
Treasure your words.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
*** you are not repulsive
You seem very embracisive.
If I was a guy and saw you all the time
I would honestly die.
Just from the words that spill onto your paper
I think I will just have to meet you later.
Most guys are stupid
okay that was more of a understatement.
A lot of guys are very stupid, letting the one thing go that think are just toys, to be used, abused and hurt.
Thinking we won't retort.
I may have only read one or two of your poems
But *** you have a long way a head, let it show'em
how much you don't care anymore about him and his
TORTURE
because that's all it is.
Boy's only want love if it's torture.
You are an amazing poetess and you have to make it shine
for all those girls who are so upset they dial nine,nine,nine
instead of 910-go-fuck-yourself, I'm moving on.
Your talent is hiding, please let the world see your amazing writes.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
Dear Dexter,
All of your poems are filled with hatred with a deep underlying pain. You convey messages of undeserved hurt through your poems so well I am hurting with you.
Every poem is beautiful, no matter how dark the subject. There is even a beauty to the raw, ugly ones that show truth.
I chose a few of my favourite lines and responded to them.
“Everyone was so consumed in their own sadness that they failed to notice mine.”
You have been noticed. All of your poetry is amazing, but it breaks my heart. I can relate to your feeling of being overlooked. When everyone has their problems and you try to say something about yours, but no one has the time to here them and eventually you just fade into the background. No one has to be entirely alone. even if you only reach out to people on hello poetry, there are people here, myself included that care a lot about other people’s pain and through poetry you can feel it so much clearer than you can in conversation.
“Your self worth
runs even deeper.”
You make a poem about self hate sound hopeful with these lines. It is supportive and beautiful.
”because how do you tell someone
who has never shed a drop of blood in
their life,
that every part of you is bleeding.”
These lines break my heart. They are so full of pain and truth. It is really astounding poetry.
“because no matter
the number
on the scale,
you will still
call me at 3am,
begging for a
reason to live.”
You capture the human nature so well. We have feelings that run deeper than instincts, think beyond logic and explanation, but when it comes down to it, we still have a survival instinct, that begs us not to **** ourselves.
“Stop making the hurt you feel sound cool and trendy.
Tell the world what it's truly like
because lately people have sewn the words
"Beauty" and "pain" into a cute little pink sweater in white lace.”
These words are so true. It seems like everyone is romanticizing pain, instead of discouraging people to follow in those footsteps. I know that there is no one in the world who would wish this upon their little brother or sister, son or daughter, friend, any relative. It is a pain no one should experience and it should never be advertised. I think you capture this in your poem/rant very well.
Dexter,
I feel your pain, you cynicism about the world, your hope that shows up even in some of the darkest of poems. I don’t know you except from your poetry, but it seems that life has been cruel. I sincerely hope that life decides to stop being such a ******* and turns around for you, soon. I believe that things will get better, for anyone who suffers anything, if you give it a chance. I think you have waited long enough and deserve something good now. You are a good person, you care about others, I can see it in your poem, Pain isn’t Beautiful which is entirely true and I have seen people making pain seem desirable. Your words ring truth and support for people who are suffering. Keep writing.
Love,
Ena
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
Dear Pamela Rae
You are such a kind and magnificent soul.
You poetry is deeply moving.
You are a deeply moving person and poet.
You words make my day all the time and you are truly inspiring.
I have selected some of my favorite lines from your poetry and
responded to them.
Take my smile,
dear Universe
so that I might know pain
-Pamela Rae
What an extraordinary thought! Beautifully written and insightful.
I have a room
where I keep
so many memories
-Pamela Rae
It is a powerful feeling to imagine the waves of recollections washing over you as you step into a room that hold memories. Unique idea and gives physicality to otherwise intangible echoes of the past.
My heart stopped.
I thought I had
lost you.
-Pamela Rae
The dread and terror that vibrate within this phrase is so impactful you can just imagine the feeling of your pounding heart suddenly coming to a halt. To be unable to function due to shock so exquisitely contrasts numbness and anguish.
All she needs
Is to escape into life.
-Pamela Rae
Magnificent concept. To find refuge in living. Your mind works in a wonderful way.
Without Questions
there would be
no answers.
-Pamela Rae
True and lovely. Wise words. Simple and brilliant.
You keep telling me
About the mistakes I've made,
The things I've done
As if speaking of them
Will change what took place
Nothing can change
The past, nothing can erase
The hurt, the pain, the sadness—
-Pamela Rae
Such aching heartbreak grips these poetic words in such a real way. Emotions made out of syllables. I can feel the agony crawling across my skin like early winter frost on a window pane. Enchanting yet haunting.
Stop being so scared, my friend--
it's going to be okay.
-Pamela Rae
Words of encouragement are such a rare find in poetry. You come across as such a supportive person for this and I genuinely believe you are.
Dear Pamela Rae,
Your comments on my poetry and your messages always make me smile.
You have a way with words that is unlike anyone else’s.
You don’t bend them to your will the way a puppet master manipulates strings, you softly mold them like clay, gently and kindly the way your soul works in this world: Gently and Kindly.
I see so much beauty in your work and in you.
I see such unprecedented elegance and I want you to know, you are Starlight.
I can’t think of a metaphor to do your brilliance justice, but Starlight is as close as I can get.
You shine through darkness, your kind words pierce particularly my own dark days and provide delicate brightness to trace the path to smiling again.
You seem like a strong and phenomenal, inspiring person and poet.
I want to thank you for your kindness.
If you were a tiny crystal in a beach of powdery white sand, you would be precious enough to be worth searching through every grain of it to find you.
Rare and priceless.
In my eyes, you are Crystal Starlight. :)
<3
Thank you for being amazing you.
It has made a difference in my life.
Love Ember
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Hope is a funny thing, you know. People have the power give it and to take it away. It's so easily crushed and easily stolen. Since I came to this site, I have loved your poems. Today, you made me feel wanted, special. Like somebody could care. And I want you to feel the same. I want to find you.
Love,
Liz and Lilacs
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 8:43 PM UTC
Following Ember Evanescent's Dear Blank Challenge (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/944579/dear-blank-challenge-please-please-read-this-and-repost-try-to-keep-it-going-hellopoetry-dear-blank-challenge-secret-santa-poems-except-not-secret-and-not-santa-random-actpoem-of-kindness-stranger-poetry-appreciation/)... here is my appreciation of your work written down.
Worley's words make one think,
Often times simple thoughts expressed in a beautiful figurative tone,
Imagery delivered succinctly, accurately, yet holding onto aesthetics
A voice is felt, and appears consistently
Not perfect, nothing is,
His poetry is uniquely his
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
I find you-
( extraordinary
relatable
moving
desolate )
Heartbreaking.
Your poems are-
( poignant
beautiful
elegant
stunning )
...(sigh)
"I still want
her blackness,
to taste her magic,
to kiss
the devil inside her."
This is poetry I dream of. This is what is inside of me that you have words to make beautiful. This is extraordinary.
I hope you realize that.
I believe that each of us must do three things.
We must explore.
We must find home.
And we must make the world a more beautiful place.
This is the hardest thing to do.
Yet you make it look easy.
Keep writing.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
in this intangible world
i wander
(wording daringly
a make believe voice
trying the allure of poetry)
and come across
depicted landscapes
heartfulled universes
in this intangible world
i wander
yet
in the ending day
i look for
this velvet red
with a deeply lasting
bouquet of life exhortation
in your poetry
as in the portuguese red wine you like
and i seat back
dreamy
wrapped in this
sense of fulfilment
smiling at a giant
kneeling to a child
with dawn syndrome
a constructeur of love
abdicating judgement and prejudgement
crying alone for anger drainage
finding plenitude in a woman with his height
escalating an iced mountain
travelling ages in the winged tree
that waves by the window
considering far in the height
the ways of the worlderly life
in this intangible world
i wander
with your poetry echoing
and wondered i understand
how a heart grows humanity
and it feels like crying
to believe
in the tangibility of love
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
You can't be strong all the time;
Sometimes it's okay to be weak
But I have a feeling
if you use less energy
trying to be strong,
you'll find you're already
stronger than you realize
And sometimes
strength isn't the answer
Sometimes
your small, soft hands
are exactly what's needed
by someone in pain
Maybe you're good enough
just as you are
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
I wish that I knew you
Better than I do
For your words like to catch me
Through and through
I read what you write
Late into the night
Until my numb feet
Put up a fight
Thanks for the shivers
Thanks for the dreams
Thanks for the poems
That induce mental screams
I'd like to say more
But I'm out of rhymes
Just please remember
Your heart has touched mine
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 6:26 PM UTC
a poets sin may be the words they create,
but when you said poetry isn't pretty
you forgot about your own.
and in violet,
you have truly succeeded
in speaking the language.
your words are concise in a way that mine will never be.
but you are amazing.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
I've followed you for such a long time,
your play with words are what bring me back to Hello Poetry every once in a while,
And today, when I sat scrolling through your work,
I just couldn't stop.
Oh no. Couldn't stop but I tried,
And I felt like a creep so I stopped halfway or so,
and I just wanted to let you know that when I read
what you wrote, it made me smile.
Your work is beautiful and I truly believe you have magical powers
for when your fingertips touch the keyboard, I am sure golden sparks fly
and work their magic,
for what you write is simple, yet incredible,
touching and relate-able
and most importantly, I feel,
so very powerful.
***I've been so stressed about tomorrow,
that I forgot to live today.***
I repeat, so very powerful.
And your words inspire me,
And make me feel such strong emotions,
and although I don’t know you,
you make me wish I had someone willing to write for me,
and I hope you no longer have to feel the heartache and sadness you sometimes write about
and that you are able to smile.
But if you find yourself stuck someday and find no reason to smile,
remember that your words have moved me, and made me smile,
which in itself is a reason for you to smile,
for being able to move a stranger through your words is quite a great reason for happiness.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
I Will Dream For You,
A Spectator to your word,
They drip silently from your pen,
Pain and passion mixed beautifully,
I Will Call You No One,
Sometimes I can not speak after reading,
Empty and Beating left my heart throbbing,
Your poems got me all One Sided,
Never stop writing,
Every word was worth it,
And so are you.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
S Creeker
Just have to say
read your poems
and it was a wild ride.
from the hunter
onwards,
you laid down your words
in a pattern,
i read as truth...
at the moment,
your book here is small,
but i hope you stay....
and create a sheaf
of poetry so freakin tall.
you take me...
where i have never been,
or likely to go
and with style
and flair.....
i see it all.....
i be a ****** standing, gaping in the corner there.
so please,
take these words,
as a compliment due...
and encouragement,
to let me again
ride pillion
on your mind's wild side.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
Your every word,
Every comma,
Every full stop,
Every quotation,
And every other punctuation-
They destroy my demons.
"There was never silence. Always was an endless buzzing of nonsense in my ear.
But you, as I realize now, were not talking about the absence of sound.
You were talking about the soul.
The silence of the soul.
The absence of peace.
Pain.
I've come to think that humans, as a race, cannot write about the subjects that bring them joy."
- Alyssa Rose©
Just a little excerpt
From a little collection of sentences,
Yet the impact knows no bounds.
Every poem that you write (at least the ones I've read),
They hold so much truth.
As dainty as your name,
Yet so much power they brew.
**"People we will never meet,
Faces we will never see.
Unbeknownst to us,
Wandering aimlessly."**
-Alyssa Rose©
The -words- above
And the l e t t e r s-
My exact thoughts last night,
8 days to December.
Once I get a hold of what you convey,
I find myself unable to let go;
Because the meaning that I discover,
Is not just what I portray.
When I read your work,
I feel at peace;
Like all the chaos within me
Has finally been eased,
Because you, Alyssa-
Are one of my only escapes.
And as I write this piece,
You don't even know
That someone like ME-
An average teenage girl,
Takes so much inspiration
From YOU❤️
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 8:41 AM UTC
I'm sorry
I'm afraid I read your poems
Every single one.
(Except not, because I only got half way down before I felt like a creep.)
And I liked most of them
And the ones I didn't,
I refused to like (out of fear of being a creep)
I'm very, very sorry.
Each one I read broke my heart.
Here, I've made a mess, let me pick up the pieces
I'll put them away just as soon as I've said what I need to say
And you won't have to see them anymore.
I'm sorry,
I cried too much
Over absolutely nothing at all
See
I've never met you in my life
But when I read
"Letter to the Setting Sun"
I was hoping the whole time it was secretly about me
Because there are 26 letters all jumbled into different patterns
In that letter
That describe every thrum that has hit my heart since I was 13
And old enough to wish I was in love.
I'm sorry,
I've gone and made a fool of myself
But I thought you should know that your words are capable
Of breaking and mending a heart at will
Be careful with that power, and use it well.
She's a lucky woman who gets to hear the rest.
And no worries.
This is a love song, but not that kind.
But by God one day I'll have a poet like you
Or -- God will it -- one day I'll BE a poet like you.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
I see a lot of myself in you, friend.
Where your scars lay,
I have glittering embers coursing through my veins
And I feel the same about poetry.
This is our challenge.
This is what we were made for.
Yes, you and I may delve deeper into the darkness than the light,
But we are phenomenal at our craft.
Your bio searches into the metaphorical implications
Of slicing butterflies that stand for our love
And nothing has ever sliced me deeper,
Because it is that kind of thing
That brings me back into the reality of my being.
Every drag of the cigarette
Takes away a second with my children,
A minute with my lover
And that is so scary.
With just your biography,
An explanation of something a thousand men, women, humans have done,
You have touched me in a more profound way
Than I have ever previously experienced on this site.
You and I,
We've got to turn that burning darkness in our synapses
Into gold.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC