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#ingratitude
My birthday— the day I was born— also feels closer to my death. Sad, yes, I must admit. No one will remember me. I try so hard to make others feel important on their birthdays, to remember them. But when my beloved day arrives, they forget the one who remembered them. Ungrateful! Don’t they know I placed them on a pedestal? And yes— those on top don’t look down. Maybe that’s why they don’t remember my birthday— because I valued them more than I valued myself.
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Aug 29, 2025
Aug 29, 2025 at 6:49 AM UTC
Pedestal
When You Wake Up Tomorrow When you wake up tomorrow if I am not around, will you miss me? If you never see me again how much of a void will I leave in our heart? Will you know how much I loved you? will you truly know how much I cared? nothing in this world mattered to me more than being my best for you I loved you with a pure love that sprang up from a flawed heart from within a flawed man but my love for you was never flawed But now this great gulf divides us and it keeps getting wider will I ever be able to reach you to tell you one more time that I truly love you that I truly care How I wish I could turn back time if only I could start again if only I could go back to the start I would make it count But what’s the point in worrying about what can’t be changed? I’ve already lived my life If you could call it ‘living’ Now the only thing l can do is to offer you the only gift I can and that is my absence hope it will bring you joy
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Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC
When You Wake Up Tomorrow Morning
The monster within seeks the light, In shadows deep, it craves the fight. Painful gains, a heavy toll, Weakens body, burdens soul. Freedom whispers, a distant plea, Yet ingratitude’s reality, A slave to self, forever bound, In silence, echoes all around.
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Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 7:28 PM UTC
The Monster Inside
Buried in darkness, Accompanied by scent of metal and dirt, No time given to discover colour. But to toil on and on, day and night, Supplying the fortunate doppelgänger with All the needs to prosper. Whether it knows or not, That ****** beauty never fails to show. Eyes of recognition solely Centred on the fruit bearer where It’s decorated with wonders of nature. Though with flick of a finger, It’s life will cease as the supplier Has all the power in the world to Go into strike. Arousal of schemes powered by Darkness about, that of light Will shrivel into the fine dust, Those that feed the void Of Jealousy.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
Root
On top of my labour In the farmyard I often proffer you Milk, cheese, manure and hide To render grand Your life, Then how come You express Your gratitude With a knife?
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
Must Your Gratitude Be A Knife?
When you find me by choice cool Mistake me not for a fool. If there is a need for being cruel I could over your eyes pull the wool With out- heroding- herod's tool. Unless imbeciles like you Get a first hand knowledge What is meant by A gal-hearted revenge Or inflicted damage As goes the adage "A ball in a China shop!" They gloat creating Many a wreckage, Harbouring a grudge They could never come to The same page!
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
Mistake me not for a fool
I see you, Drinking from the water of inhumanity Smoking the leaves of ingratitude And eating the seeds of hypocrisy. Observing you, I found myself drunk of sorrow. And it makes me, Drink from the water of insomnia Smoke the leaves of melancholy And eat the seeds of solitude So I can, finally, Be drunk of madness
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
Drunk of madness
How can I believe by light of stars, the things you speak? I can see it in your eyes the wine makes inhibitions weak. In this light I'm special. But this eve I know that tomorrow I'll be hidden; nothing will show. The faith you see, the trust you feel won't hang upon the wall. By sobriety of sunlight you'll have no need to call. Intoxicate my brain. But fire in my soul, is not as high. When no one tends the glow the embers die. You, master teach me what forgetting is. My back is turned. I have no need and nothing to give.
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Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
Sobriety