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#realise
and there she was holding his hand lips on his cheek not long ago she promised it would be me … and she left him she’s out in the open; vulnerable again i reach but is it right she leans towards the fractured she wants comfort but she’s not ready and she won’t be for sometime … and we get closer i’m in too deep she holds my hand but it’s not the same it isn’t right but i’m no saint i’m an addict i hold tighter her smell wraps around my heart it’s time to let go she isn’t ready she hasn’t healed … and she’s crying it’s not my fault i want to comfort her she needs to be comforted but not by me
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 6:16 AM UTC
and
the sky has long turned dark again the silence of another dreary night a familiar feeling a single ache of longing her touch has imprinted on your palms her sweet scent lingers by your nose but it’s not real would it be nostalgia or grief you don’t wish to know you…no, i have come to terms with it those nights of longing are gone i had long been over her a symbol of meaning a ritualistic pattern a cycle of lust and depression but you are none you are nothing yet i gave you meaning took me from myself i’ll face my past now you are no longer a heartbreak i’ll forget you now but i’ll keep you still as a reminder
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Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 4:42 PM UTC
my final poem for you
all on the road home some have wandered far away some are resting by the way some are forging ahead some are completely lost and at times I have been all these and will be again
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Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 10:27 AM UTC
all on the road home
Every day — I pass a hundred faces, With eyes that flicker with stories I’ll never get to hear. Once in a while, travelling in the local, Questions pop into my mind without my permission... Do we ever realise? The people we meet for the first time might be our last chance to have their glance. Strange... to wonder if they ever mattered, ever cared. Do they know? That this was our only meeting? That this smile was our first and final exchange? We keep living, like we have time— like we don’t say goodbye to Strangers. But, unfortunately, we just never see them again. And that’s why I’m afraid to call you a stranger. Because, you know what? I don’t want you to be that stranger in my life ever. The one who leaves without care, who disappears into distance... Where are those promises, those talks, those glances? Even if someday... we became strangers, please be the one who might leave my heart— but never my soul.
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
Stranger
and perhaps i was uncertain, I realised
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Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC
untitled
I hadn't realized, not in weeks or years, My reflection silent, hiding all my fears. The hurtful ones, the liars, the deceit, The ones who punished others just for breathing, just for being free. They were the ones who laughed and danced, While I sat still, trapped in a waiting trance. I hid in shadows, unseen, unknown, A ghost among the living, always alone. They played with life, free of guilt, While I wore the weight, the silence built. I was the punching bag, the teddy thrown aside, The one they never needed, the one they couldn’t hide. The loser they defined me as, But I was more than what they saw in glass. A heart still waiting, still unseen, In the spaces in between.
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Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 11:42 PM UTC
The Unwanted
pain and problem fall into mind separate slow we realize truth
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Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
haiku 21/12/23a
The moment I ground myself and let Go,   When I become a realist and Grow Realise it shouldn't Be... Is the dreaded day I silence the fraction of hope found in Me.
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May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 8:06 PM UTC
A Realist?
If we were exact copies we would find the faults                                                       that make us un-unique.. For some would have a mole in a certain place.                       Unclean to the others who view themselves as a perfection of ignorance.... We must all be different to realise that perfection                     is found in the intricate imperfections of evolution. Our faults are what makes                                     every living thing outstanding, as were a creation of random fluidity                                    that makes us no better than those before us, now, or those who are born              before our fading                       of our unique imprint on this pebble. We all a grain that makes a mark no matter              our finite moment in this ocean of finite waves...
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Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 7:40 PM UTC
Finite Waves
It seemed like everyone fell apart The board never hit the dart Everytime i tried to speak for myself Felt like i was nothing but an elf When no one was willing to talk I just went for a little walk I started to overthink and then came in my mind No one was ever gonna be very kind I just went to bed thinking tomorrow will be a better day But who knew all the thoughts would get lost in the way Then i thought of pulling a line But yet there was no sunshine
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
The struggle
We must first see what is the achievable end      to first catch the glimmer of hope. Of what started at the beginning             and realise that to go forward we must readjust. But to change we must stare at the abyss                            of our consequences,   to realise that without diversity we'll                             never transition beyond now.
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May 20, 2020
May 20, 2020 at 5:06 PM UTC
Tip Toe On The Abyss
If true, if true, then prove it to me   Tell me, when did your life have any meaning? In the mind, in the mind   Where everyone’s dreams are so kind   But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all          If true, if true, can you show me real proof   I'm conveying to all what I envisage each night   In the mind, in the mind   Where everyone’s dreams are so kind   But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all           If true, if true, then prove it to me   Tell me, when did your life have any meaning? In the mind, in the mind   Where everyone’s dreams are so kind   But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all           My journey was essential, for it to end at an actual destination   I’ve learnt a little, lost more than I got   My heart was strong when needed most   And my good name enshrined for eternity, I hope           If true, if true, then prove it to me   Tell me, when did your life have any meaning? In the mind, in the mind   Where everyone’s dreams are so kind   But in the end it won’t have the same meaning for all.
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Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 6:31 AM UTC
When Did Your Life Have Any Meaning
Could find it, looking deeper towards the light, then I collapsed within the darkness... It was so bright, so lovely onyx petals lacerating me like i was opening the door to a better place. My blood was the nurture to open wounds that needed to show the bone, before I could heal from the fall. You never knew me, till you glued every scar after opening it to realise that.. beauty was beneath every scar. The luminosity blinded, headed my growth, for to grow, I needed to be blind to see my purpose..
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
Blinded To See Clearly
It's already midnight I can't sleep I'm drinking Trying to forget all the pain And trying to sleep But the thing is I don't wanna forget Drinking makes me realise What I've lost It reminds me of everything That we were.
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 2:41 PM UTC
WHAT WE WERE
you never really realise how much someone means to you until you almost lose them for good
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 7:32 PM UTC
realise
Once in a while, I come to see How long it's been Me stuck in sea, Waves are trading I am moving It reaches the end, NOT ME Once in a while I come to see What's going around me Not so far Not so near Everything ends in A blink of tear Doesn't it know how to fear? Always holding isn't near!
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May 18, 2019
May 18, 2019 at 2:55 PM UTC
Place I visit