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I wake up in the morning groggy and dazed          Forgetting where I am and how I got there          Then it all comes back to me and I begin my day    I walk to the bathroom and comb my hair            Still dazed I stand there and stare Coffee would be useful right now but I have none The only thing in the morning that makes me care Besides the angel beside me she's the one When I'm ready I go outside and feel the rays      They shine on my face each one unique and rare    I continue where I'm going I stay on my way        If we walk the same path I'm content to share      These days meeting decent folk is something rare If you're yourself others will try to make fun They're insecure because life isnt fair Besides the angel beside me she's the one
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May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC
My Incomplete Ballade
It's like I've known you for such a long time, but in reality, we've only known each other for half a year. First things first, I want to personally thank you for being a great friend who has shown me kindness and made me feel loved. Thank you for your caring words, it really does mean quite a lot to me and I appreciate it so much. But this isn't just a prose of me being grateful, this is a reminder to you. You are a beautiful, spectacular, intelligent and strong woman, who can take on the world if they ever dare try to bring her down. That your smile is brighter than the sun and it could light up an entire galaxy. That you have the potential to make all your dreams come into reality because I know you'll be able to make it happen with your hard work. More importantly, I want you to love yourself, as much as you've shown me and others how you've loved us. I hope that your gentleness always stays with you because the world needs more people like you. You are an incredible person, who was sent from up above to share the light in this world.
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Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
Kat
Dear Jin, Jinelle, Michelle, You are a sunshine through my rainy day, the purest soul who showed me light. You are an amazing precious, cute little bean that I treasure so, so much. Your brilliant mind with your strong mindset soul, I adore quite a lot. The world can be cruel and shows no mercy at times, but I want to protect you from any sort of sadness and pain that life throws at you. I want you to remember that if there are days you are down, you can lean on me. Through your darkness I'll be the sunshine and the moonlight, because my dear baby girl you deserve all the sunlight. I'll stay up all night, just to make sure you're alright. If the world or someone ignites a fire to bring you down, I will turn them into fireworks and celebrate your hard work and show you the unconditional love you deserve. Speaking of deserving, the world nor the galaxies never deserve your kindhearted soul in the first place. You bring so much joy to everyone, I hope you don't forget to smile yourself. To me I have gained a lovely, amicable, yet totally has a savage side sister. Your happiness means the world to me and from here on I will be there right beside to cheer you on.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
Jinelle.
Brennan. She has the brightest smile that gets you blinded by her kindness. She is patient and lovable, that the galaxies made another universe to honour for her beauty. Her sweet personality is so contagious it makes you go soft but she definitely has a witty side of her as well. She knows how to make someone laugh or smile at the right time, a considerate and admirable woman who I believe will achieve all her goals someday. I thank her for being there for me through the rough times and for the great memories that are being made each day. Though there is distance apart, she has been such an amazing friend who became a part of my life and helped turned it into a colourful and lovely one. I hope nothing but the best things for her and I hope she remembers that I am here to help with her own struggles if she ever needs it. For all I want is to help ease the stress she might feel at times. To remind her that she isn't alone in this world, that she has someone she could run to if things get rough. I am sending her lots of love and sunshine because she deserves and needs it, I hope to constantly see your beautiful bright smile in the long run.
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
Brennan.
Hi Hello Ju, Before I start to ramble on I want you to know that I admire your strong-willed persona as to what you've been through and your beautiful mind. I know life is nowhere near perfect and it feels like a drag at times to keep moving forward with such little to no motivation. But I know you have the strength to defeat the voices that wanders in your mind telling you you won't make it. You have made it this far, imagine the greater distance you will go to, to get to where you want to be. You have probably ran more than an olympic athlete has ever ran in their lifetime, so you deserve a first place medal to remind you of your strength to keep on living. I know you will walk through the valleys with a silver platter and a beautiful moonrise to show you the life that you deserve. Enjoy the little moments of joy and say, "hi hello" to them and embrace it with all your might. These little things have come your way to show you that even in a cruel world, you are deserving to smile and have your moments of happiness. You are capable of love, of happiness and far more better things in this world.
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Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Juyeon.
I walk a pace in tall covers, a distance set from other brothers, waiting for a herd to feed; I crush and blow away some seed. The grasses burnt on prior prairie, warm yet cool for day is airy, far can see I from top hill; I stand in patience very still. Copper ochre is my skin, the brothers and I are family men, on the native hills we live and finding those called kin, we hunt today the land we’re in. Off in distant rumbled cloud, dark foreboding getting loud, the sound we seek from running crowd, ahead of storm front watching grasses plowed. Stoic, I, my umber eyes as mist now falling from the skies, I stand here patient chest held high, shoulders square with chin to sky, my flowing hair in breeze divides. Land it shakes I take to knee and feel the earth, the vibrating, the rumble sound is thundering, is louder still than weather’s thunder, light she fades from skies I’m under.   Yansa nearing, wind has told me, I wait here at clearing with spear to console me but something awful lurks around for along with rumble comes alarming sound, a growling type from a hungry hound. Bear my brother, hawk my guide, no tree for shelter or horse to ride, my hunt now over after solemn wait for Mother Earth has sealed my fate. Two wounded wolves approaching wily, one it limps or seems to sway as smaller animals run away, their eyes beguiling on stormy day, I prepare for fight, no time to pray. I seat my spear, it is useless, take out knife and axe I loosen, the pair they circle long and wide, and carefully I match their stride.   Quiet now, prairie peaceful, time seems slower, I cannot see my people; the wolves at bay they snarl near, I stone my heart against all fear. Were they hunting Yansa, like me too, I just easier prey to pursue? My younger days would see wolf for dinner as I’ve grown older so too am thinner.   What difference makes it slow or fast but when they pounced did run in tandem? In last second my actions random, I lose my hatchet in one’s side and dive while stabbing until he’s died. Face is ****** arm got chewed, and they tricked me with a method skewed, for what seemed wounded never was true, my back turned towards her, neck in view, she took aim and rent sinew.   A ****** mess became a horror, I swung my blade and thought I caught her; she tore my hand off and mauled my face then left me dying in a grassy place. The warmth of day is leaving body, a hunt now do I thus embody, the rumbling ground again is moving and cool of night is somewhat soothing, my killer stalks the area-round but soon she’ll eat me where I’m found.   The rain it cooled me seeing Sister Moon, Brother Sun was dipping with Great Father Sky as Mother Night came to watch me die, my life fulfilled so now I die, Great Wolf’s passion can’t deny; to all that knew me I say goodbye.   He who fights wolves says, -goodbye. *
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
My Day
I walk a pace in tall covers, a distance set from other brothers, waiting for a herd to feed; I crush and blow away some seed. The grasses burnt on prior prairie, warm yet cool for day is airy, far can see I from top hill; I stand in patience very still. Copper ochre is my skin, the brothers and I are family men, on the native hills we live and finding those called kin, we hunt today the land we’re in. Off in distant rumbled cloud, dark foreboding getting loud, the sound we seek from running crowd, ahead of storm front watching grasses plowed. Stoic, I, my umber eyes as mist now falling from the skies, I stand here patient chest held high, shoulders square with chin to sky, my flowing hair in breeze divides. Land it shakes I take to knee and feel the earth, the vibrating, the rumble sound is thundering, is louder still than weather’s thunder, light she fades from skies I’m under.   Yansa nearing, wind has told me, I wait here at clearing with spear to console me but something awful lurks around for along with rumble comes alarming sound, a growling type from a hungry hound. Bear my brother, hawk my guide, no tree for shelter or horse to ride, my hunt now over after solemn wait for Mother Earth has sealed my fate. Two wounded wolves approaching wily, one it limps or seems to sway as smaller animals run away, their eyes beguiling on stormy day, I prepare for fight, no time to pray. I seat my spear, it is useless, take out knife and axe I loosen, the pair they circle long and wide, and carefully I match their stride.   Quiet now, prairie peaceful, time seems slower, I cannot see my people; the wolves at bay they snarl near, I stone my heart against all fear. Were they hunting Yansa, like me too, I just easier prey to pursue? My younger days would see wolf for dinner as I’ve grown older so too am thinner.   What difference makes it slow or fast but when they pounced did run in tandem? In last second my actions random, I lose my hatchet in one’s side and dive while stabbing until he’s died. Face is ****** arm got chewed, and they tricked me with a method skewed, for what seemed wounded never was true, my back turned towards her, neck in view, she took aim and rent sinew.   A ****** mess became a horror, I swung my blade and thought I caught her; she tore my hand off and mauled my face then left me dying in a grassy place. The warmth of day is leaving body, a hunt now do I thus embody, the rumbling ground again is moving and cool of night is somewhat soothing, my killer stalks the area-round but soon she’ll eat me where I’m found.   The rain it cooled me seeing Sister Moon, Brother Sun was dipping with Great Father Sky as Mother Night came to watch me die, my life fulfilled so now I die, Great Wolf’s passion can’t deny; to all that knew me I say goodbye.   He who fights wolves says, -goodbye. *
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Our eyes may not have reached nor have our hands touched yet you still managed to reach and to touch my heart I don't believe in love at first sight but I do believe in love at first listen and I know this kind of first love will last
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 6:57 AM UTC
first
You hold me down so I won't drown or drift so far away. I'm tied to you like the stars to the moon; like curious to everyday. A survivor's raft: will not capsize but will stay dry because I'm safe with you on sea. An anchor: does not sink a boat; it keeps it afloat —that's what you are to me.
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
anchored
A smile of yours is all I need to make my day.
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Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Smile
The sun greets softly in the morning stage Ricefield carpet so greenish refreshing the melancholy eyes It's time to wake up Birds orchestra with sound of water flowing can be heard Such a nice music of nature The wind blew the rhythm so the trees are dancing Celebrating the beautiful days as usual Life has just begun Under the roof of the pretty blue sky The farmer goes to his field Walking on a wooden bridge with cadence through a cheerful river below
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Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
in the morning
Let the sun greets welcoming a beautiful day walking on the right path of love hold my hand keeping me alive everyday
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Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
our day
Rain falls quietly The piano fades away It's my kind of day
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 1:05 PM UTC
my day
I log on after a few days, With the slightest hope, That someone might be thinking about me, On this very day. How wrong was I about her? She, who I thought had changed, She was the only one to think about me today. Maybe as a friend, But a thought is a thought, And sometimes, A thought is enough to make you smile..
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:55 AM UTC
Thing about V day..
You stood there In the hills Looking down at the City And I stood there As the trees Blocking your Vision And when I tried To speak You silenced me for the wind Shriveling roots Holding me in And the ground below you Started to quake As the forest before you Withered away
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 11:18 AM UTC
Past me.