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#recognize
I want to be the main character for a day, just a moment ember to solar flare forgotten pierrot, a mask turned to dust and I want you to recognize me.
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Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
Witness Me
For me, it's very strange to see familiar people who don't recognize me. I feel like I am in a different dimension where my personality has never existed, and the people there used to know someone who looked like me. When I asked them, "Do you recognize me?" they replied, "Well, your face looks familiar."
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Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 1:28 PM UTC
In a different dimension
mourning the little love lost between us, the little left of you i know - the more i know not to trust a grin that doesn't fit your face clothes you wouldn't usually wear you talk a voice which bleeds white noise i don't know you anymore i find faults in friendly faces, i recognize laughter lines into unfamiliar smiles my sunken eyes with their well worn stares my broken bones in their cold armchair struggling to trust in my memory recollecting conversations held between these people who'd never remember me
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May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 7:09 AM UTC
white noise
It's true, I usually don't know what to do What if I'm not around long enough to follow through? Never know if my way or the highway is the right way What did that sign say? Will it be possible to recognize this impending last day Even if just a day before it's referred to as "Ah shiit, is that today?" This is foul, Where do I go and what do I do now? And just because I know what to do doesn't mean I'll comprehend the how Who in their right mind could stand here and say they could handle the architecture and atmosphere of so many types of conflicting fear? Who's the stranger with the black soul looking back at me in the mirror? I wish it was clearer But there's never a gene around ever Take note that not every question has a viable answer While some answers only raise more questions after filtering through questionable ********** banter That's why there's a little manic in the laughter And a wave of panic soon after ©2024
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Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 3:48 PM UTC
~•§•~ Conflicting Fears ~•§•~
What intrigues The flint To spark a thought? Is it sadistic? Is it sympathetic? Recognizable, Understandable, Plausible? Do you ever Know enough? Lost in search for The heart Of the matter Do you truly believe In this world You've created?
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Apr 23, 2022
Apr 23, 2022 at 3:50 PM UTC
We Who Write
i'm sure everyone has loved a song that they've heard somewhere, but they don't know the name of it or how to describe what it sounded like and so you try to replicate it, but it is not the same and so you try to listen to other music to forget about it, but it's so stubborn that you don't notice the new notes. i knew someone who was like one of those songs oh that was a beautiful experience, he was beautiful, and his voice was like the song i couldn't get out of my head i remember his face and his voice and him just enough to recognize him but not enough to find him, and i know enough about him to know that he exists, but not where he does the thought of him gives me butterflies and excites me, and i want to find him but i can't, i know some but not enough and the thought that i have lost him forever destroys me every moment of my life even though i don't know who you are or where you are or how you are, you are real and the way you made me feel is real and i know that you exist somewhere and someday somehow we will meet and i will bask in knowing that i wasn't wrong about your beauty now i cover my ears because i know if i do hear anything else either i'll be consumed with my want for you or i'll forget you altogether
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Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
you are the melody i can't get out of my mind
In the midst of the night We met and fell apart We recognize each other and fought And here we are standing back to back We are so in love and believing Like there is no ending And we have to face the beginning Of the fights, the sweetness and caressing Forget about the stars Left the strokes Come to the evening Where 'us' is better than parting Smile is captivating When it's genuine Eyes are amazing When it shine You're like peach flower That blooms in Japan Your scent is as fragrant as peach And I am here beside you still fallin'
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 8:15 AM UTC
Fallen Celestial
In a tectonic motion Mountains have formed Ridges deepened In the blink of an eye In the breadth of a gasp I recognize myself Asking why they assume That we find who we are Within the singular grasp Of a mere single soul For I feed a thousand of them And they feed themselves alone Your so-called meditation Must be taken elsewhere You must see that it was Never yours to begin Watch the rearview mirror As it enquires the wisdom I am but a multiple Left merrily unresolved
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May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Why Am I For? (2020)
The clock ticks away Watching minutes passing by Learn how to control your time Do things that give you joy Take the time to realize Realize to understand Understand to recognize Recognize to acknowledge Acknowledge time has moments Live for those moments Brian Hill - 2019 #215
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Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
Tick Tock
I ask her how do I recognize her beauty? Do I stare until you see me and then look away? Do I stare until you see me and never look away? Your flows and grace catch my eye from far away. I carefully inspect your curves until your gone. Should I not look your way? It would be easier for me. I ask her how should I recognize her beauty. She says, A simple smile will do.
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Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC
A simple smile will do
Every song Every beat Every one reminds me of you But they're never true The more I think The more they flood In raging waters of blue But I no longer Come to recognize you
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Apr 23, 2019
Apr 23, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
Longer
Look at your hand There is a sparkle of Enhancing light started to sprinkle from it. There is a magical universe Blazing from your hand. Say it as magic or illusion. You are the one who can do These miraculous things. Unveil the wonders Your hand can do. Recoganize yourself There is the creater hiding Within you. The one Who can make every Impossible things into possible. Realize it. You are ruler of What you want to become. Believe in you.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
Believe In You
were you the one who hadn't recognized, or expecting some worse revenge? I might be the worst of your worst thought of us.
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Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
if you were the one
I think of the day where us exists I think of the time you recognize me I think of the ways I can make you happy I think of the things we can do together I think all of this everyday And it makes me sad "what are we?"
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Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 7:42 AM UTC
What Are We?
Poetry says a lot about people, Not just the person who wrote it. Every person responds in their very own way; Some so amazed they promote it. I like to think of what goes through The minds of those reading what I write. Whether they recognize nothing of value, Or whether they discover delight.
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 1:02 AM UTC
What does poetry say about people?
You left me in the dark just for me to know I was in the shadow too. After all I'm not surprised I recognize you must carry on. Now that the thunder starts I might let you know that you could have done better. I said things I shouldn't and didn't say other things that I should have. I don't know if I feel relieved or sad in a way that makes me go to the heartbreak hotel.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
Drunk Feelings
Do you even recognize me my pale skin and innocent lips I have come from so far still to be me skin and lips My eyes still hazel and gold now different forced to change Yet the same
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Skin and Lips
You may know, who I am I only know, who I’m not Nothing else matters.
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Identity
I wander in search of a pseudonym A name which no one can recognize I lay on the floor feeling prim Of all the things I despise I wish to search for a new individuality Something new to look forward to I think that I have lost my quality And there’s nothing left in me I am short of syllables to utter And tired of my reality So I wander in the search of a pseudonym- A name which no one can recognize
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Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 5:47 AM UTC
in search of a pseudonym
By Arcassin Burnham Use to think about sitting with you down at the bridge, use to dream about the times where we would kiss and every breath I took I fell in love with you over and over, like a sad roller coaster getting ready to fall off the rails. Trying to forget the past like every human being, but every human being don't wanna forget, like That friend that stole all your friends, that same friend that sat there and told you friends to the end, what did he do? didn't Recognize you again, Now lets get something straight, Didn't your mom ever tell you to worry about you and no one else, not even your spouse, This world is so bat-shit insane that everything is corrupt now, so much bad order in this country they expect you to bow down, yeah your trust, is a no no, licensed gun, make it so so, No lives matter obviously, I don't know, where to go go, scared of death, not scared to face it, looking for a way out of the matrix, I could care less about the systems wealth, save your self.
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Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Priority # One
. *Wants to be the old stone bridge Awaits, sense the rain, sun and sleet Until the day You, just once step out And I recognize your feet On your way, across me Then I could wait more than five thousand years On this delight*
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Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
The Bridge of lost love:
Do you recognize me? I remember YOU. No, we will not SEE each other after death; we will BE each other after death, as we also were before life. You will realize that I am you and you are me; we are everyone and everything, even now. We are synchronous... simultaneous... endless... We are LOVE...ALL of us. ❤
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Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 7:33 PM UTC
us
you are so enamoured with the honey on her lips you don’t realize that mine taste just as sweet
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 6:58 AM UTC
honey
We really can't recognize happiness as much as we recognize and name pain or sadness. It's so easy for us to say that we are sad and lonely yet we can't even bring to admit and say that we are happy. We can describe and picture pain down to the last detail yet we can't say a single word about bliss. Why is that?
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Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
Recognize