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slants of sun                                                 move time across the room              feels nurture   feels dwelling                     when the sun departs                                 time moves with an otherly manner feels bury   feels unearth  feeds reflection
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 3:02 PM UTC
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The words on a paper and letters on a screen hidden in the corners and out of sight so it was all left unseen Countless days and countless nights heart and soul it brought them joy to see their creation if only they could show the world A spark of hope because now a light shined down to reveal their song
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 2:37 PM UTC
Budding Blossom
Make sure the fit Is not too tight, Or you may forget It's there in the night, Blurring wrong and right. Remove the mask, Let your soul be bare. No need to ask— Just show you care. Hold someone close, Feel their beating heart. Life's truest moments Need no guise or art.
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Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 9:38 AM UTC
Mask
I don't count, for I don't know what counts A look, a smile, silence, to turn and walk away What counts is for them for which it matters Known only at the end when the whole revealed And I, a new self, rebuilt from all that counted Of others: their words, presence, absence, or kiss And we become Others, as Others become Us The perfection of unity, now, a shadow glimpsed
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Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 10:20 PM UTC
Self and Others
Wanting to feel The sensation of something real Needing to heal Wounds I never wanted to reveal What I conceal Will only lead to a repeat ordeal I keep taking the deal While not understanding life's appeal ©2024
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Aug 23, 2024
Aug 23, 2024 at 8:33 PM UTC
~•§•~ What's the Appeal? ~•§•~
i could’ve lived in your irises now, instead, all my regrets waltz with their arms tangled on a whim. i’m too red in the face to reach out for yours to dance till the morning sun shines we’d then have to hide from the brightness the lights on our faces. i’m too ashamed to love you without the dark veil of nighttime that swallows me whole and i occasionally let it convince me of how this will go. i’m too embarrassed to love without borders, even after your friend called us something to consider and i consider until i start lying and pulling on my collar to avoid the subject: i love you and i do not regret that. i’ve locked myself up in a castle of my fears trying to adore you through dungeons and tears though i can’t seem to tell you you’re all i want here besides the night chill in autumn when you touched me softly with words, “i am worth it,” and “i’m so deserving.” let’s dance till our teeth fall out rot on the floor and bury our bodies to create something more a whole garden, a lilac, a whispering willow tree, anything to solidify us into eternity. i’m so scared i’ll forget the steps to our favorite dances and accidentally step on your brand new shoes maybe you’d scream and holler at me the pure bother or maybe you’d take them off and say you never needed them in the first place. pathetic, i’m scouting for little spaces to hide i’m so wary of you in this light but we’ll sing all the songs the way they were made and i’ve constructed a million classic cliches for you to involve yourself in. the music becomes us, we become the music. i’m sorry i had to disappear for a moment; had to get some fresh air, the corridors were buzzing, i see fireflies, they remind me of you how they never care who is watching or witnessing their perfect glory even when they are caught in a jar or a hand they fly away because they don’t understand. let’s watch these bugs till the morning comes and the light might creep up, slowly descending on our smiling faces. i won’t forget, i’ll never regret you even when the morning reveals our intentions; i always meant to tell you anyway.
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Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 11:06 PM UTC
nighttime hides
i could’ve lived in your irises now, instead, all my regrets waltz with their arms tangled on a whim. i’m too red in the face to reach out for yours to dance till the morning sun shines we’d then have to hide from the brightness the lights on our faces. i’m too ashamed to love you without the dark veil of nighttime that swallows me whole and i occasionally let it convince me of how this will go. i’m too embarrassed to love without borders, even after your friend called us something to consider and i consider until i start lying and pulling on my collar to avoid the subject: i love you and i do not regret that. i’ve locked myself up in a castle of my fears trying to adore you through dungeons and tears though i can’t seem to tell you you’re all i want here besides the night chill in autumn when you touched me softly with words, “i am worth it,” and “i’m so deserving.” let’s dance till our teeth fall out rot on the floor and bury our bodies to create something more a whole garden, a lilac, a whispering willow tree, anything to solidify us into eternity. i’m so scared i’ll forget the steps to our favorite dances and accidentally step on your brand new shoes maybe you’d scream and holler at me the pure bother or maybe you’d take them off and say you never needed them in the first place. pathetic, i’m scouting for little spaces to hide i’m so wary of you in this light but we’ll sing all the songs the way they were made and i’ve constructed a million classic cliches for you to involve yourself in. the music becomes us, we become the music. i’m sorry i had to disappear for a moment; had to get some fresh air, the corridors were buzzing, i see fireflies, they remind me of you how they never care who is watching or witnessing their perfect glory even when they are caught in a jar or a hand they fly away because they don’t understand. let’s watch these bugs till the morning comes and the light might creep up, slowly descending on our smiling faces. i won’t forget, i’ll never regret you even when the morning reveals our intentions; i always meant to tell you anyway.
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If only    this kiss can pour into your mouth so my |                                                        | thoughts flow north to your mind and down to where your heart hides south
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Jan 15, 2022
Jan 15, 2022 at 6:00 AM UTC
Written on my lips
If only a few poems could make you fall in love, I would make them for you all the feelings I put together; just to tell you. If only words were easier for us to understand the feelings we experience, If only love made everything less complicated, And I don't have to reveal it.
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Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC
Unloved Poem
100121 You are more than a billion lights You shine the brightest among the rest, Your light overcomes the darkness And no darkness can ever halt Your existence. You are the Light from the beginning And 'til the end of death, ‘Til the end of times And the latter unfolding of Your glory, It is Your light that will remain.
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Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
Northern Billion Lights
I see too much Tiny details into the fray It frightens Not me, but you And what I view Beyond your screen Some hypnotic wall Your foggy countenance Deceives the herd As they follow the piper Though I lingered On the periphery Some visions were concealed By your obscurity Unveiling becomes obsession Then I regret For now I see too much
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May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
Unveiling
I call into the moonlit gleam Though it may not right away seem It was but a weary dream Conjured by the heart Only told in part The remainder for another night What more shall this tale tell? What more shall be revealed In the levels of the subconscious? Only time and the will of a mind shall tell - Jay M March 26th, 2021
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Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 11:24 AM UTC
Moonlit Dream
"On my god, whats that roar?" - its the love stuff babe, you are looking for ; **** your collar up and shout out the show - "Nooo, i doubt will it announce the *** "What's going on ? What's real or fake?" - Relax honey its the purple lane - "Oh! a ball of sugarcane or slime?" - chuck all ************ - ( LET'S HIT A LINE )
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Apr 3, 2021
Apr 3, 2021 at 9:08 AM UTC
The purple lane
If I do something And reveal it Won't I lose All the joy of doing it !!! हम कुछ करे और जता दे तोह करने का सारा मज़ा न गवा दे
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Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 11:35 AM UTC
If I do something
If outta all the lovers, And the plans I've made, Nothing works, maybe.. I'm the issue?
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Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
Прошу прощения
The event, perhaps advent, first ever any thing, where nothing had  been, not a thought. I think. Then, when nothing was over and everything we know now began, light was not the first thing, the idea was. Be for Yes. Word one. Hmmmmm or um or am it may have been, I heard from a transcribbled  myth or a legend as old as any meme-level memory mortals have made-up from remaining tidbits taught to any next gen thing. Look. Assume light is as fast as the expansion, couple of Planksecs, and it is at the edge of ever, never before, never busting beyond the bubble we be in, the physical middle of ever, continuous now, nothing to stop us imagining we, disagree, now, after all's been said and done, and things run on, re de if-ing chaos as the mindless undoing force itself, ever teaching any mind co-operation in time… swirling beauty in bands of invisible galaxies, barely seen, even now, we see what we are told we see, enhanced and expanded to original intent, at the scale of precision, which now requires of those who wish to know truth in the entirety, faith in the wits who invented the lenses we imagine we see through into ever ……….. This day began this way. Everything already, readable, as it were, once, with us, before our story folded, and refolded and bent to allow mass enlightenment I deal with now knowledge, knowns known more than I may think or ask, available on our distant viewing apparatchik network of nova sensorium newest of equations that balance at perfectly predictable infinity. Live and learn, do the math. Or wait to see somethings never mattered up to now, and now, you know, you did, some how. That's good.
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Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 11:15 AM UTC
Reality woke me with a thought
The event, perhaps advent, first ever any thing, where nothing had  been, not a thought. I think. Then, when nothing was over and everything we know now began, light was not the first thing, the idea was. Be for Yes. Word one. Hmmmmm or um or am it may have been, I heard from a transcribbled  myth or a legend as old as any meme-level memory mortals have made-up from remaining tidbits taught to any next gen thing. Look. Assume light is as fast as the expansion, couple of Planksecs, and it is at the edge of ever, never before, never busting beyond the bubble we be in, the physical middle of ever, continuous now, nothing to stop us imagining we, disagree, now, after all's been said and done, and things run on, re de if-ing chaos as the mindless undoing force itself, ever teaching any mind co-operation in time… swirling beauty in bands of invisible galaxies, barely seen, even now, we see what we are told we see, enhanced and expanded to original intent, at the scale of precision, which now requires of those who wish to know truth in the entirety, faith in the wits who invented the lenses we imagine we see through into ever ……….. This day began this way. Everything already, readable, as it were, once, with us, before our story folded, and refolded and bent to allow mass enlightenment I deal with now knowledge, knowns known more than I may think or ask, available on our distant viewing apparatchik network of nova sensorium newest of equations that balance at perfectly predictable infinity. Live and learn, do the math. Or wait to see somethings never mattered up to now, and now, you know, you did, some how. That's good.
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Looking thru the crystal ball Wondering will it tell me What is in my near future Will , I find you there Will , I find a bit of peace Crystal Ball , I need you Show me some magical grace Bless me with your vision Clarity is yours now Reveal yourself to me Will , I be blessed This , I shall see. © Jennifer L DeLong 2/2021
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 5:16 AM UTC
* Crystal Ball *
i like to think i /feel/ my emotions but every time i sit to write i feel my heartbeat quicken and rise to my throat like a helium-filled boulder breaths shorten what am i afraid to reveal to myself?
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Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 4:49 PM UTC
Untitled
One touch Calls forth reality Just a glimpse Caught off guard Never much Walls with a moment of clarity Of clearest quartz Windows to the smokey undertones Dried bushes of roses Wilted, with petals to the wind Stained stones Line the path down Into the endless pits of brown Like bark of a tree Or perhaps nutrient-rich soils Of a secret garden Watered with internalized rains Never to flood out with great pains In the garden Shielded away Is a pond of fish playing coy Above tangling reeds Only they stay Protected from hands that may destroy Or perhaps to brush against the hand that feeds Light filtering through the green curtain Buried beneath roots of reeds Lies a chest of steel Painted with winged steeds Ghostly figures, perhaps once real Locked with a strange mechanism To which there is only one key Of the strangest sorts Perhaps lost to time Or kept close as can be Just out of sight - Jay M February 5th, 2021
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC
Secret Garden
"Behold," what a phrase, Uttered the kind, the crude, and An unlucky few
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Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 11:05 AM UTC
grand reveal
there is a certain intimacy in sharing poetry with another it's like stripping the body of skin untangling the bones to reveal the soul stop asking to see it i don’t want to show you.
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Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC
on sharing poetry
A god is not dead! Only if it is optionable to be "open" to being dead! Then everything resets. Revealing what a god truly is about.
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Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 8:43 PM UTC
A god is not dead!
Some days I feel like a Facade. Not a real person going through the day but a wall that was built to be the separation of the two things. I don’t know what this wall is protecting or what lies the Facade is even telling. It all feels like I am not a person of true substance, just something waiting to reveal itself. Hopefully it’s good.
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Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 11:53 PM UTC
Facade of Mine