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bone whistle breath whittling the words   i curse with thistle                           no more taking life like medicine                     flob it all up   and rate the streets                                                 license to do
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Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 6:07 PM UTC
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The splendiferous rose in picturesque shape and colour aren't all its beauty treasure trove. But how a rose is a rose the flower by the thorns next on the lane adjacent to the utterly opposite heck the very uneven grotesque!
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Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
The Secret of Rose
Where in the heck are my glasses? I've seemed to look everywhere. Everywhere that is, but in front of my eyes. Where in the heck is my cell phone? I've seemed to look everywhere. Everywhere, maybe, except my own pocket. Where in the heck is my nice, new pen? I've seemed to look everywhere. Everywhere, yes, but not by my ear. Where in the serious heck is my hat? I've seemed to look everywhere. Everywhere, sure, though still not on my hair. Where in the heck? Please, seriously, Someone tell me what is going on. I can't stand losing all my stuff, And right now it all seems to be gone. Where in the heck did everything go? I can only find my wife. And she says if I can't find my things, She thinks I've lost my life.
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Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
Where In The Heck?
here is now  to what the             heck?          jump out of this year          with that old joint attitude          and leave a mark          like it's too hot for me.                   so quickly                   that burden ate.                    loved the way                    he operates.                       won't let us help. needed it.                       sounded good.               man, what's wrong with less?      let's meet up again sometime soon.            after a few more questions.   let's meetup somewhere                       between                          two am                                   and                                    here.
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Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
qualitative analysis
Acid, that's what you are; you get me up so high just to drop me far below. maybe I just wanna fly? you cause hallucinations, not my imagination. I, for one, thought that your love was not an addiction. and not a hallucination. this addiction I wished I never had anymore! but the shadow of the day blinds out all the sun's rays why is I don't see the light at the end of the tunnel? silly me, I always knew there was the light but I just never wanted to believe in it; because who cares? The high is worth the pain, right?
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
LSD