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i like glitter. i like movies. i like to learn. i like my friends. i like rebelling. i like pink. i like doing dumb things. i like being creative. i like making films. i like girly things. i like video essays. i like real essays. i like articles. i like books. i like getting smarter. i like to write. i like to read. i like to speak to interesting people. i like to speak generally. i like to stand up for what i believe in. i like english. i like hedgehogs. i like bunnies. i like cats. i like feminism. i like politics. i like makeup. i like nighttime. i like the moon. i like the sea. i like smoking. i like being young. i like dressing up. i like being seen. i like seeing the world through a lens of ********** i like communists. i like people who have something to say. i like fools. i like geniuses. i like history. i like comedy. i like romeo and juliet. i like shakespeare. i like queer people. i like love. i like magic. i like black people. i like women. i like people who have been put into corners. i like expressing myself. i like unicorns.
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Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 1:35 PM UTC
things i like
Being a volcano with a thick skin of fresh fertile soil Wasting myself on it with well-intentioned tinkering and failing plans Ignore the mess It's not that bad Excuses are unnecessary Tomorrow is another day for the holy got to be and new wrongprovements There's enough in bloom to live on between all solidifications and ashes - the black of ardent ideals
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Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 4:03 AM UTC
PumicePieces
She says I’m a pessimist,
 After telling me she admires my confidence.
 That I’m most likely to win a Nobel Prize,
 or become a politician. But I’d much rather be a voice for society — try to build a place where everyone can be whoever they wish to be,
 where we don’t just talk, but get it done. You think I’m being pessimistic, 
hearing those words escape my lips? 
I think I’m an idealist — 
it’s just that this world isn’t. I’m not confident — never have been.
 I’ve written enough stories about evil and sin
 to realise I still have things to say,
 and that using my voice is okay. About the prize—we shall see, All I can promise Is to be the best I can be.
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Nov 8, 2025
Nov 8, 2025 at 10:40 AM UTC
Idealist
What you wish can never be For wicked hearts will alway beat Find the gold between us all or you too shall one day fall
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
To Fallen Idealists
Placating that rage Spirting the way of sage Object permanence makes the mental sour Idealists, the opposite dour Listening to musical notes as they are sang Battlefields of yin and yang Yang's lost its credibility That seas lost its crossability The middle Way's middle point The yin is to anoint.
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Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
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Maybe I didn’t do it right. Maybe I didn’t wait long enough. Time let’s things fall into place, And I wonder sometimes if they could have if I just insisted against the race. I let your eagerness fill me with fear, But I could’ve let my heart be more clear. It hurts everytime I see you. It hurts knowing I am uncertain. Interest is rare these days, And I often fear the lack of my Judgment due to my idealistic ways. I just hope you know you’re more than enough, I can’t bear the weight of your heart in haze.
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Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
Find Someone
easy access and proliferation of firearms, now begs a serious hard question presenting daunting task, quite aware that passionate stalwart supporters of the NRA, embrace weaponry likened to garnering an Aboriginal trophy mask (particularly in light of violent mass killings) immediately forces people of all stripes comprising this nation ask quite aware of diametrically, jarringly, and politically doggedly entrenched fierce position each polarized stance challenges, especially when pitted against die hard proponents of the Second Amendment, who would sooner burn to ash, and/or adopt a siege mentality glowering akin to red hot metal regaling opportunity asper Liberal heads to bash, than relinquish (lock, stock and barrel) prized, coveted, and cherished cache amassed collection of firearms permissible in accordance with (literal interpretation of Second Amendment of the United States Constitution) to mean no deterrent preclude (birth right to equip bare arms), deprivation against amassing a stockpile, would trigger an immediate saber flash and instantaneously, another Civil War, would (with gnash of clenched jaws violently opposing manumission to release obedient snap, crackle pop in je nais sais quois ***** the provocation rendering revision, sans sacred covenant would sting whip lash snuffing out any first and last hope to reconcile divisive national issue with cool collected talking heads, cuz shoot at the hip diplomacy be loved American style, that indomitable fighting esprit de corps tis fire in belly trial though this skeptical and devout atheist, would welcome being proved wrong generating the better angels to render obsolete strong arm of the law as plucked harps evoke swan song witnessing unbelievable savoir faire (forcing me to retract pessimism and willingly swallow my pride), minus long time overdue, and negotiation celebrated with tolling from a gong.
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
Bulletin From A Gun Shy Freedom Fighter
easy access and proliferation of firearms, now begs a serious hard question presenting daunting task, quite aware that passionate stalwart supporters of the NRA, embrace weaponry likened to garnering an Aboriginal trophy mask (particularly in light of violent mass killings) immediately forces people of all stripes comprising this nation ask quite aware of diametrically, jarringly, and politically doggedly entrenched fierce position each polarized stance challenges, especially when pitted against die hard proponents of the Second Amendment, who would sooner burn to ash, and/or adopt a siege mentality glowering akin to red hot metal regaling opportunity asper Liberal heads to bash, than relinquish (lock, stock and barrel) prized, coveted, and cherished cache amassed collection of firearms permissible in accordance with (literal interpretation of Second Amendment of the United States Constitution) to mean no deterrent preclude (birth right to equip bare arms), deprivation against amassing a stockpile, would trigger an immediate saber flash and instantaneously, another Civil War, would (with gnash of clenched jaws violently opposing manumission to release obedient snap, crackle pop in je nais sais quois ***** the provocation rendering revision, sans sacred covenant would sting whip lash snuffing out any first and last hope to reconcile divisive national issue with cool collected talking heads, cuz shoot at the hip diplomacy be loved American style, that indomitable fighting esprit de corps tis fire in belly trial though this skeptical and devout atheist, would welcome being proved wrong generating the better angels to render obsolete strong arm of the law as plucked harps evoke swan song witnessing unbelievable savoir faire (forcing me to retract pessimism and willingly swallow my pride), minus long time overdue, and negotiation celebrated with tolling from a gong.
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Outstretched is her palm, forget-me-not pink, gaily contrasting with her whitish silhouette and honeyed lips, so taciturn by nature Perhaps it is that gently pursed habit that so draws me in, the scent of promise and the taste of paradise She fascinates me Dancing with men after most men have gone to sleep, she later waltzes with the moon until mortar and pestle have been reduced to skipping-stones Her dress celebration, Her laughter champagne, Her manner a Sistine rendition, “Joy Of Man’s Desiring” When her lips do part, not a single sweet sound emerges, but the muted C sharp of a thousand golden sirens, inspiring mutiny in men everywhere And if blood is thicker than water, honey is thicker than blood, so it is honey which runs through her trickle veins! Ludicrous? Perhaps. yet, O Lady the corners of your sweet lips and fair face to me betray promises of music, of moondust, of honey, and of romance, most devastating
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
Rose-Lipped Lady
My throat clears out a path  To leak a stream of infidelity  I cannot seem to swallow   But Someone might have put A ten ton catastrophe in my chest Or blown a black balloon, big and hollow  With no catalyst can I digest blind eyes  To the truth I gorge with my heart  To the secret pain in which I wallow  Be it a poetic nest, or a loser's hole I escape the demons who run the head And let my nightmares run shallow
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
Runout
À nos âmes vagabondes et au temps perdu À nos pensées refoulées À nos rêves utopiques À notre espoir enivrant À nos convictions idéalistes À la liberté  !
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
À nos idéaux
"They're not attacking you, they're attacking your idea because you were louder then anyone else."
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Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
Loudest
No regret, But a realization, That life is bigger than success. That life means to share smiles, Farther & wider, No pains. Share just happiness, Ignore the sadness and laugh, Nobody else cares about your tears. In my dreamworld, I had ignored my happiness, Searched happiness in others' smiles. This is a real world, Survival of just the fit ones, Traumatized live the idealist fools.
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Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
What I Had Forsaken Was Myself
A dream Soaring towards boundless ideas Paving the path Verisimilitude Society. Placed me in the box of idealists. Striding to convince me my feet need to find the ground. Society. Untethered me. Released me into the realm of possibility. Freeing me to create Ideology Reality
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Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
PseudoRealism
seething seers pat pragmatic ******* in ways neither will notice.
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Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
untitled, 001
Cruel saints Spoke like whimper dolls And wished the world more Than what it was Loft and mind Comes crumbling every dawn When the bell tolls morn Reality shakes our walls Those hands of a dreamer Calloused wrists or fitful lids Fit in that hollow Of your chest so easily And warm breath rather suits Cold air, rather than lips Tender sleeves never could Keep our fingers from wandering . . . The pages of your soul Decipher And fall apart What terror Lies in our hearts Decipher And fall apart What terror Lies in our hearts
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Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 8:54 PM UTC
sleepwalker