#poetlife - Hello Poetry

I didn’t come here to be seen. I came here to survive. To empty my head somewhere that wasn’t my chest. To spill what was too heavy to carry quietly. I wrote because I had to. Because the feelings were loud. Because silence was louder. I didn’t think anyone would really read it. Not like this. Not in numbers that keep climbing like they have somewhere to be. I refresh and it rises again. And I just sit here staring at it thinking — you’re actually here. You’re actually reading. All I wanted was somewhere to vent. Somewhere my mind could unravel without judgement. Somewhere I could let the chaos have language. I didn’t expect thousands of eyes. I didn’t expect that the things that broke me would reach beyond me. I didn’t expect that my quiet release would become something shared. And I don’t know who you are. But thank you. For stopping. For feeling. For not looking away. For holding space for words that were never polished — just honest. I’m shocked. I’m grateful. I’m still slightly in disbelief. Because I came here just trying to breathe. And somehow you’re breathing with me.

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Feb 14

Feb 14, 2026 at 8:30 PM UTC

Anonymous_Flame

I Didnt Expect You

I didn’t come here to be seen. I came here to survive. To empty my head somewhere that wasn’t my chest. To spill what was too heavy to carry quietly. I wrote because I had to. Because the feelings were loud. Because silence was louder. I didn’t think anyone would really read it. Not like this. Not in numbers that keep climbing like they have somewhere to be. I refresh and it rises again. And I just sit here staring at it thinking — you’re actually here. You’re actually reading. All I wanted was somewhere to vent. Somewhere my mind could unravel without judgement. Somewhere I could let the chaos have language. I didn’t expect thousands of eyes. I didn’t expect that the things that broke me would reach beyond me. I didn’t expect that my quiet release would become something shared. And I don’t know who you are. But thank you. For stopping. For feeling. For not looking away. For holding space for words that were never polished — just honest. I’m shocked. I’m grateful. I’m still slightly in disbelief. Because I came here just trying to breathe. And somehow you’re breathing with me.

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......... ROSE Red Open bloom, Soft petals unfurl, Elegant, fragrant beauty bright. Scent. DAISY Dainty All white petals Innocent face turned up Sunshine lover in the grass Youth. LILY Luminous, Iridescent hues, Long, elegant trumpets, Yielding sweet perfume in night, Grace. TULIP Tall stem, Upward it grows, Leaves of green surround, In the spring a welcome bloom, Pride. IRIS Iridescent, Royal beauty, Intricate patterns flow, Standing proud in the garden, Colour.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

"Acoustic Verses of Flowers"

......... ROSE Red Open bloom, Soft petals unfurl, Elegant, fragrant beauty bright. Scent. DAISY Dainty All white petals Innocent face turned up Sunshine lover in the grass Youth. LILY Luminous, Iridescent hues, Long, elegant trumpets, Yielding sweet perfume in night, Grace. TULIP Tall stem, Upward it grows, Leaves of green surround, In the spring a welcome bloom, Pride. IRIS Iridescent, Royal beauty, Intricate patterns flow, Standing proud in the garden, Colour.

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HEART Heroic Enduring fight, Against crushing odds, they Rise, with strength in their soul, Triumphant. MIGHT Mindful, Inner strength, Greatness waits to bloom, Heroic heart knows no fear, Triumph. VERVE Vast, Echoes call, Rising above fear's hold, Valiant heart, finds its own way, Emerges. STAND Strong, Tenacious hold, Against the gale we face, Never let the spirit break, Daring. AUDAX Air Unyielding, Drums pound in chest, Across the fields, a warrior's call, Xenith.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:31 PM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

"Acoustic Verses of Strength"

HEART Heroic Enduring fight, Against crushing odds, they Rise, with strength in their soul, Triumphant. MIGHT Mindful, Inner strength, Greatness waits to bloom, Heroic heart knows no fear, Triumph. VERVE Vast, Echoes call, Rising above fear's hold, Valiant heart, finds its own way, Emerges. STAND Strong, Tenacious hold, Against the gale we face, Never let the spirit break, Daring. AUDAX Air Unyielding, Drums pound in chest, Across the fields, a warrior's call, Xenith.

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LIVES Low, Inside, Vibrant silence, Echoes softly fading, Still. FAITH Flame, Alive, bright, In tenseness flickers, Toward hope, yet still burns, Heart. BIRTH Bright, Infant cries, Radiant, soft first breath, Tiny fingers grip tight now, Hope. LEARN Light, Echoes soft, Acoustic whispers float, Resonating, clear, and bright, Now. HEART Humming, Echoing softly, All rhythms then fade, Resonating, a hollow sound, Thump. TEARS Trickling Each drop falls, Aches with silent pain, Releasing what the soul keeps, Sorrow. LAUGH Lightly, Air softly, Uplifting sound waves, Giggles and joyous moments, Harmony. DREAM Deep, Radiant, Ethereal whispers float, Awake or asleep, they linger there, Memory. STRUG Sigh, Tender breeze, Rustling leaves now fall, Underneath the trees so old, Gone. DEATH Distant, Echoes fading, All whispers turn to still, Timeless quiet now descends, Hushed.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:17 PM UTC

LongJohnPaulBaldry

"Acoustic Verses of Life"

LIVES Low, Inside, Vibrant silence, Echoes softly fading, Still. FAITH Flame, Alive, bright, In tenseness flickers, Toward hope, yet still burns, Heart. BIRTH Bright, Infant cries, Radiant, soft first breath, Tiny fingers grip tight now, Hope. LEARN Light, Echoes soft, Acoustic whispers float, Resonating, clear, and bright, Now. HEART Humming, Echoing softly, All rhythms then fade, Resonating, a hollow sound, Thump. TEARS Trickling Each drop falls, Aches with silent pain, Releasing what the soul keeps, Sorrow. LAUGH Lightly, Air softly, Uplifting sound waves, Giggles and joyous moments, Harmony. DREAM Deep, Radiant, Ethereal whispers float, Awake or asleep, they linger there, Memory. STRUG Sigh, Tender breeze, Rustling leaves now fall, Underneath the trees so old, Gone. DEATH Distant, Echoes fading, All whispers turn to still, Timeless quiet now descends, Hushed.

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Biro the brave heart, liberated the wasted words, that layed lifeless on the rippled land of paper, imprisoned and not found. Words that have been fed with feeble fever, swollen from the neglect injected into its letter limbs. Neglect from the puzzle prime minister. But biro the brave heart pen, together with the motion from his noble ‘hand’ steed, slowly walking around each word, in a captivating circle, made out of incentive ink. The circle of meaningful medicine, that cures the words emptiness, and installs a ventilator so, it can breathe value. Words that are ready to breathe value, the words I am looking for so, that my figure of speech is finally alive. Justine Louisy Copyright © Justine Louisy 2020 All Rights Reserved

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Jul 28, 2020

Jul 28, 2020 at 5:11 AM UTC

JustPoetrySeeds

Word search

Biro the brave heart, liberated the wasted words, that layed lifeless on the rippled land of paper, imprisoned and not found. Words that have been fed with feeble fever, swollen from the neglect injected into its letter limbs. Neglect from the puzzle prime minister. But biro the brave heart pen, together with the motion from his noble ‘hand’ steed, slowly walking around each word, in a captivating circle, made out of incentive ink. The circle of meaningful medicine, that cures the words emptiness, and installs a ventilator so, it can breathe value. Words that are ready to breathe value, the words I am looking for so, that my figure of speech is finally alive. Justine Louisy Copyright © Justine Louisy 2020 All Rights Reserved

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Poets are an interesting bunch, All half mad at least. I say I love poetry When the words tear me up inside, Stealing every breath. I say it soothes me Even as it burns me, Begging to be released. "We all know we're crazy," I say. "But we choose this life Because we can't live without the fever dreams Or syllables controlling our every move." The non-poet stares at me, Uncomprehending.

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Sep 22, 2019

Sep 22, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC

PoetFromAnotherPlanet

Poets

Poets are an interesting bunch, All half mad at least. I say I love poetry When the words tear me up inside, Stealing every breath. I say it soothes me Even as it burns me, Begging to be released. "We all know we're crazy," I say. "But we choose this life Because we can't live without the fever dreams Or syllables controlling our every move." The non-poet stares at me, Uncomprehending.

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Do the waves Ever wish to leave The hold of the moon? If it could, Would it Free it’s spirit From the pull of a lover Miles and miles away? Or would it keep moving, To the beat of a drum No one else seems to hear?

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Apr 15, 2019

Apr 15, 2019 at 8:01 PM UTC

Malaya_

Tide

Do the waves Ever wish to leave The hold of the moon? If it could, Would it Free it’s spirit From the pull of a lover Miles and miles away? Or would it keep moving, To the beat of a drum No one else seems to hear?

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Poetry is not a hobby one can practice a hobby showcase it compete against others But poetry can't be forced No one can just sit and write without having experianced pain bliss love woe calm chaos There must be feeling or emotion the distruction of monotony somthing much more than just words on a page.

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Mar 4, 2019

Mar 4, 2019 at 10:32 PM UTC

ChipTheOcelot

More Than Words on a Page

Poetry is not a hobby one can practice a hobby showcase it compete against others But poetry can't be forced No one can just sit and write without having experianced pain bliss love woe calm chaos There must be feeling or emotion the distruction of monotony somthing much more than just words on a page.

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Every night In this crowded space I look for A new prey To ink its blood On this lonely Piece of sheet That speaks My hopeless Language ©pygswhisper

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Feb 22, 2018

Feb 22, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC

PYGsWhisper

A poet’s prey

Every night In this crowded space I look for A new prey To ink its blood On this lonely Piece of sheet That speaks My hopeless Language ©pygswhisper

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Fully entrenched in my MFA program. Will start posting again in July. I plan on cleaning up my page and presenting myself slightly more professional.....slightly. Love you all, See you soon, Sam

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Jun 15, 2016

Jun 15, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC

s-lyman-temple

message

Fully entrenched in my MFA program. Will start posting again in July. I plan on cleaning up my page and presenting myself slightly more professional.....slightly. Love you all, See you soon, Sam

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