#hopecore - Hello Poetry

I can feel my joints rusting My brain slowing My perception untrustworthy My rest, restless Im in dire need of a recharge To find the crave for fulfilment The live in living To perform me on this live stage Give the people me, concentrated me for thee Hold pride in the person that possesses me The character I’m ingrained with The guy that got jiggy with it The kid that would jump up and down for every celebration Where is he Let me find me I hope he’s still me I am uncertain if this kid still dreams in me If he believes in me If he’s proud of me In all honesty, **** this ***** Scoffs and pffts at things This isn’t me, nor who I want to be Or who I will be Today, I’m reading I’m trying I’m fighting In all my best efforts, I want to live again To feel the youth so many say is mine Go on adventures, find secrets, explore mines Get caught in plot twists Get exhausted from side quests Just laugh, scream and get chaotic with friends Though, I would like to enjoy some quiet Try charading as an adult too Fancy little dinner parties Glasses of wine, choux pastries, ou d'oeuvres and fruits It might seem boring Yet, I crave to try them as if I were that kid again As if I saw hope in tomorrow again That the blue sky shines and the picnic is at ten To have love, glee, and serenity print from this pen I hope he knows We saw them blast off to the moon Just like we dreamed “We did?” You did, habibi

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

Blast Off

I can feel my joints rusting My brain slowing My perception untrustworthy My rest, restless Im in dire need of a recharge To find the crave for fulfilment The live in living To perform me on this live stage Give the people me, concentrated me for thee Hold pride in the person that possesses me The character I’m ingrained with The guy that got jiggy with it The kid that would jump up and down for every celebration Where is he Let me find me I hope he’s still me I am uncertain if this kid still dreams in me If he believes in me If he’s proud of me In all honesty, **** this ***** Scoffs and pffts at things This isn’t me, nor who I want to be Or who I will be Today, I’m reading I’m trying I’m fighting In all my best efforts, I want to live again To feel the youth so many say is mine Go on adventures, find secrets, explore mines Get caught in plot twists Get exhausted from side quests Just laugh, scream and get chaotic with friends Though, I would like to enjoy some quiet Try charading as an adult too Fancy little dinner parties Glasses of wine, choux pastries, ou d'oeuvres and fruits It might seem boring Yet, I crave to try them as if I were that kid again As if I saw hope in tomorrow again That the blue sky shines and the picnic is at ten To have love, glee, and serenity print from this pen I hope he knows We saw them blast off to the moon Just like we dreamed “We did?” You did, habibi

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Hold on Keep for dear dawns Dream with those wafted eyes As Bugs dreams to fly Hold hope in your sky Hope for morrow’s eyes

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Mar 10

Mar 10, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC

SaadAlGhad

For Tomorrow

Hold on Keep for dear dawns Dream with those wafted eyes As Bugs dreams to fly Hold hope in your sky Hope for morrow’s eyes

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My fears have gotten me They put me in the place I wish I would not be Although I am not alone There are many of us here Who listen to voices of the crippling fear And yet somehow I feel alone Blowing smoke in my secluded dome Fighting fears is not my style They have a reason They prevent us from going wild Under the illusion of being safe While sitting close by a fireplace I wonder why my feet are freezing I wonder why my heart is cold I hope I didn’t catch a cold But how could I? I was protected all along My fears wouldn’t let me outside I stayed inside my designated cage Always fearing the outer world And never trying to engage If only I could make it warm inside I kept refilling my cup of tea I was staking blankets over me But it wasn’t quite the heat i needed If only I could bring the Sun inside Feel the burn of skin, sunbathe in light There wouldn’t be an end to my delight Alas, sun rays do not penetrate the wall Which makes me think Should I break away and go Where my feet are not freezing And my heart is still beating Leaving behind shadows of my fears Where people not afraid to fight their fears.

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Oct 4, 2025

Oct 4, 2025 at 10:38 AM UTC

rutra

Fear

My fears have gotten me They put me in the place I wish I would not be Although I am not alone There are many of us here Who listen to voices of the crippling fear And yet somehow I feel alone Blowing smoke in my secluded dome Fighting fears is not my style They have a reason They prevent us from going wild Under the illusion of being safe While sitting close by a fireplace I wonder why my feet are freezing I wonder why my heart is cold I hope I didn’t catch a cold But how could I? I was protected all along My fears wouldn’t let me outside I stayed inside my designated cage Always fearing the outer world And never trying to engage If only I could make it warm inside I kept refilling my cup of tea I was staking blankets over me But it wasn’t quite the heat i needed If only I could bring the Sun inside Feel the burn of skin, sunbathe in light There wouldn’t be an end to my delight Alas, sun rays do not penetrate the wall Which makes me think Should I break away and go Where my feet are not freezing And my heart is still beating Leaving behind shadows of my fears Where people not afraid to fight their fears.

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sometimes i wonder what it's like to be a washcloth. once a washcloth has been greasy and worn out, someone who appreciates its worth takes it out from the workshop, rubs it clean removes all the grime, the dirt, the grease, the impurity soaks it in a tub full of soap and warm water then laid out to enjoy the breeze and embrace the warmth of the sun to start fresh, to start anew, to feel brand new again. a clean slate for the washcloth; a repetitive process until it has been worn out on its last string. i wonder what it's like to be a washcloth. to be able to wring out all the scars, the wounds, the wickedness and start anew every time. but i guess that's what makes us human. all the battle scars will remain as a lesson, all the wickedness situated upon us will always convey a message, and all the pain will serve its reminder that there is a brighter tomorrow. but sometimes, i can't help but wonder what it's like to be a washcloth.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 6:42 AM UTC

katiebery

washcloth

sometimes i wonder what it's like to be a washcloth. once a washcloth has been greasy and worn out, someone who appreciates its worth takes it out from the workshop, rubs it clean removes all the grime, the dirt, the grease, the impurity soaks it in a tub full of soap and warm water then laid out to enjoy the breeze and embrace the warmth of the sun to start fresh, to start anew, to feel brand new again. a clean slate for the washcloth; a repetitive process until it has been worn out on its last string. i wonder what it's like to be a washcloth. to be able to wring out all the scars, the wounds, the wickedness and start anew every time. but i guess that's what makes us human. all the battle scars will remain as a lesson, all the wickedness situated upon us will always convey a message, and all the pain will serve its reminder that there is a brighter tomorrow. but sometimes, i can't help but wonder what it's like to be a washcloth.

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Lari dan lompatlah setinggi yang kau bisa, agar kau jatuh di tempat yang layak kau perjuangkan. Bahkan jika bumi menarikmu dengan gravitasinya, jangan ragu melawan, teruslah melompat. Selama harapan masih bersemayam di dada, tak ada yang terlalu sepele untuk diperjuangkan. Terlebih, jika itu membawa kebaikan, maka berlarilah, melompatlah dengan keyakinan. Lewati batas, tantang ketinggian, namun ingat, kita manusia, tak selamanya di ketinggian. Karena itu, jangan lupakan daratan, tempat di mana kaki berpijak, dan diri menemukan keseimbangan.

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Mar 27, 2025

Mar 27, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC

rb_mld

Melompati Ketinggian

Lari dan lompatlah setinggi yang kau bisa, agar kau jatuh di tempat yang layak kau perjuangkan. Bahkan jika bumi menarikmu dengan gravitasinya, jangan ragu melawan, teruslah melompat. Selama harapan masih bersemayam di dada, tak ada yang terlalu sepele untuk diperjuangkan. Terlebih, jika itu membawa kebaikan, maka berlarilah, melompatlah dengan keyakinan. Lewati batas, tantang ketinggian, namun ingat, kita manusia, tak selamanya di ketinggian. Karena itu, jangan lupakan daratan, tempat di mana kaki berpijak, dan diri menemukan keseimbangan.

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Twenty-four. A number just one before twenty-five. A number that signifies one quarter of one-hundred, -in this case- years of age. I've circled the sun so many times that time itself has begun to blend together: Days spilled into Weeks cascaded into Months plunged into years; incalculable. I neglect to mention that throughout it all I have, in fact, been vaguely happy at worst and genuinely blissful at best. And so I say to thee; If on your birthday you cannot breathe, If every moment is lost with ease, I implore you, see the cost of these things-and learn to set yourself free.

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Feb 19, 2024

Feb 19, 2024 at 9:35 AM UTC

fishmagoo

Another Birthday

Twenty-four. A number just one before twenty-five. A number that signifies one quarter of one-hundred, -in this case- years of age. I've circled the sun so many times that time itself has begun to blend together: Days spilled into Weeks cascaded into Months plunged into years; incalculable. I neglect to mention that throughout it all I have, in fact, been vaguely happy at worst and genuinely blissful at best. And so I say to thee; If on your birthday you cannot breathe, If every moment is lost with ease, I implore you, see the cost of these things-and learn to set yourself free.

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