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#flourish
on the dotted line your filed signature outlives your name
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Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 8:27 AM UTC
10w signed paperwork filed away
as I travel along my healing journey a thought nags in the back of my mind what if my poems suffer because I'm no longer suffering what if my pain made masterpieces and without it I'm nothing what if I lose my writing ability because I lost the agony I don't want to suffer but poetry is such a big part of me my pain made it flourish but what if I cannot do that any longer I want to be known for my poetry what am I without it my pain helped my art it made the words fly out of my mind but I will not let pain be my only motivator I will find beauty in the world and in myself
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Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
suffer
Success can come in many ways, If you only continue to try, Just Keep on putting in the hard work, You will find your pie in the sky. Most People feel it won't be easy, They're expect for you to fail, but Don't give in, give it all you got, For, Your successfulness will prevail. Continue on down the pathway, Of doing your very, very best, Continue to strive for achievements, and Success will do all the rest. It shows within your demeanor, Continue to keep hope alive Keep working hard, you got this, Continue to flourish and thrive. Success come from failures, succeed and you will know, Through challenges we grow, Toward success we go B.R. Date: 6/13/2024
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Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
Being Successful
Some days I cannot bear to look at myself. I flourish in the dark corners, I sing to the shadows and relish their indifference. Seek what you dream, there is some warmth in the cold.
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Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 6:18 PM UTC
Collection
& as you shade me with relief from scorching rays I bask in your benevolence, For you are a creation of infinite cycles, A manifestation of life itself, An essence of soul's past, A recollection of karmic accounts, My friendly companion.
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Jan 7, 2023
Jan 7, 2023 at 4:06 PM UTC
Palm
bloom — where you are planted and from this your growth is reminded you may think that your flower will wither but i'd always be here to sprinkle you with water bloom — wherever you may be like a sweet nectar that entices the bee preparing for the awakening of spring filled with endless capabilities you bring bloom — for everyone to see but also for you and me together we soar and nobody else can destroy flourishing with you, my f l o w e r b o y .
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 9:42 AM UTC
state of florescence; f l o w e r b o y
There is one on some loves, That flourish like summer flowers And bring seemingly endless joy To lovers entwined And hypnotized by the notion That this will bloom forever. But as years pass, some flawless In execution and mutual care, The flower begins to fade, As if its color and fluid are drained, Perhaps by the force of love itself. And, unknown to the two, They glide apart slowly, Like two ships on the tide, Until one day, they reach a horizon. Each looks out for the other As they have done before, And call out in hope, then despair, But they are unseen, far away. They may try to sail back, Beating furiously against the tide, And finally, admitting defeat. They each collapse, crying, shouting, Blaming life, fate and humanity. After months spent on the rocky shore, In tears or questioning why And often getting no reply, The memory of passion fades As new flowers bloom And life’s garden summers on.
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Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
Expiration Date
I hate you because you let your walls down You let yourself bend and bow down You let your happiness be due to another You cried for days and sobbed till you were sober You let your worries keep you up at night The overthinking leading to nightmares till the first light You made choices to make them happy You tolerated and forced yourself to fit till you felt ****** The truth is I love you but I hate that you lowered yourself for the world You gave so much until the image of yourself blurred I just want you to grow And I’m sorry suffering was the only way for you to know That you are still strong and even if the world is against you I’ll by there despite all odds I’m just a bit lost because I have been unused But once you seek me I shall bloom
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Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 6:36 AM UTC
I hate you for being weak
The world had to stop For this victory I'm joyus I'm angry I'm still angry I want to bring black life Into this world without Us having to Do this **** I want us To grow old, Be unscathed, Be unbothered, And flourish
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May 28, 2021
May 28, 2021 at 3:43 AM UTC
A Guilty Verdict
Can we hold a breath, some are like dandelions. The seeds may disperse, and we may try to clasp upon them. We may tenure a few, but nevertheless only certain animations may linger. But even though we may lose so many. The ones we have will grow, and even though some dissipated beyond our reach. A flower of memories breathe on in the wind flourishing brighter than before.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 6:19 AM UTC
Memories Are Like Breathes
Tickling upon my skin I feel myself bloom As roots find themselves Twisting, weaving within soul Open my hands, palms up I let the petals gather Flourishing upon my tongue I am my own garden Find myself wandering within myself For hours
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC
Garden
A thorn is only as sharp as the vine it came from... So let the flowers flourish over the sharp words. And let us learn that the smell of fresh morning blossom, is always better than sharp words Pricking blood from our reflection.
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Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 5:44 PM UTC
Smell The Morning
* *On Athens' chessboard Olive tree bests spring water Owl hoots victorious* *
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Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:07 PM UTC
Athena
my dear, do not worry too often your flower is still young — green, barely has it rooted. the time will come you will flourish, as it will bloom.
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 11:57 AM UTC
Untitled
this heart of mine grows simultaneously weaker and stronger, you see, every time I try to explain myself, it flourishes, but when my voice is taken for granted, it withers away.
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Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 4:39 PM UTC
hurt
when you've been trained on a minefield other places will have you on the tips of your toes. trying not to talk, look, or even breathe wrong in case a mine explodes - even if there are no mines. to avoid the mines you've been taught to expect, you compress until you can't move - even if there are no mines. your heart and soul lose air. you minimize your emotions until you're convinced they're not there. yet you're allowed to take up space. take up all the space you need. your heart and soul don't just need air; they need shelter, food, and water. your emotions need room to expand and contract. your voice can project and flourish until your confidence lights up the room. you deserve spaces where you can just be. not every place is a minefield.
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Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
reminders.
Now hanging on to something almost completely fabricated in my mind I'm over you -I'm not over you I don't miss you -I miss you I have to laugh at myself or I will rot from the inside That ship has sailed yet I know there's still a place in me for you Maybe it will always be there and in the years to come, it will flourish with flora and verdure until your absent form no longer stands out ...in your emptiness there is growth, wild growth
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Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC
The Outline of You In My Garden
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 87 BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem Oh my Beloved! With your divine presence’ In the barren garden’ Whole garden started to flourish. When I naturally suspect,’ The divine presence of you’ I am universally seeing the gazing light’ All over the barren garden. Oh my Beloved! This minute, I rest peacefully’ Within your divine presence. In my sacred burial ground Which is correctly located At this barren garden! Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan. ©UT-BK 2019
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Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:21 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 87
I am your Mother God, ponds of breeding sensuality, love divine sent from beyond the bleeding God, time caught the charm of the infinite, a bright kiss in sublime miracles, your life on Earth I came to flourish, come near let me reveal the wealth of the Universe.
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Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:40 AM UTC
I am Your Mother God
Green leaves My hands into upwards into forwards. Got that water. Got that water. Got that fire every morning. Got those sun rays every day. I’m sitting in I’m living in the kitchen the hub of it all I’m flourishing. I’m flourishing.
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Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Flourishing
There are parts of me that I am still learning to accept. It's in the roots of my hair, Embedded under my skin, It darkness my knees, On the bridge of my nose, Rolls off my tongue To the alignment of my toes. And as I grow, they too grow with me.
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:08 PM UTC
I'm still flourishing
I poured my heart out for you on these pages Does that prove I am better than the rest? If I spelled each serious word carefully placed with purpose Would you care I plucked them straight from my chest? Dangling from pride by flimsy feeble strings Pathetic pieces float uncertain and shaking Hastily tied them to my heart as they arose Now those timid concerns and domesticated woes are mine for the taking I keep them close to use only when needed To project palaces or prisons for my protected thoughts One by one I pull emotions from inner walls And other tucked away hiding spots They burrow further as suffering increases Yet no matter how deep they dig I still hear their mournful muffled hum In my eardrums starting small then growing big That is the twisted key to my success Smiling as I spill secret sorrow Taking others to a place seldom seen Boundless heights that will move tomorrow Unburdened yet incomplete without these emotions Only seem to flourish in fear or agony I summon these wild feelings from my soul To show exactly what you mean to me
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Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
If I Emptied My Heart On Paper..
Love is the crossroads of two garden paths The thing about loving is that it is selfless I will want to love you more and think of myself less So I choose to walk your path and tend to your beautiful flora While I forsake my own in your love and care It is you and I who decide when we wilt and when we flourish But will I let it wilt in the end?
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:44 AM UTC
Nurturing loves garden