#smile
Im stronger then any drywall
But scared of every mirror
My heart is made of glass
Broken
Cracked
doctor tells me I got high blood pressure
It runs in the family
That temper
The walls with holes in them
The women screaming
The drinks thrown
The chest pain
The feeling that something is always wrong
I don't want to be my father
Or my uncle
I don't want to be the blood that runs thru my veins
I wanna be that ****** who keeps looking back at me thru the mirror
I wanna be That smile that I can't wipe off his face
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
If a warm smile from a stranger
Makes your day
For others, be that stranger
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:34 AM UTC
LIFE IS A MIRAGE
Like lyrics of a
Whispering wind through
the green leaves of love,
Your spirit lifts me up,
Teaching me priceless lessons.
I wait tolerantly to grow
in the light of your eyes
Seeking sanction, perceptive
There's console in your
Silent embrace, gaze
And I listen carefully
to what it offers.
I feel the joy in your
Laughter and smiling face
And learn to offer myself
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 1:16 AM UTC
You said I'm sweet as sugar.
But you'll get cavities if you have too much.
You said I'm soft as freshly baked bread.
But that gets stale after a while.
You said my smile is bright as the sun.
But that hurts your eyes if you look for too long.
You said you love me.
But that's not true.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:48 PM UTC
She smiled, he was curious.
She giggled, he was hooked.
She laughed, he was satisfied.
So he made
her cheeks sore,
her eyes well up,
her ribs hurt,
For all the right reasons.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
finger
when well received
with a crook in return,
of a nooooo, you come here!
is the best poem ever,
when co!written tween
two conspirators
grinning really big😄
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 4:50 AM UTC
Once, on a green hill,
I met a sweet daffodil:
Lovely was her smile.
~ Poetictouch
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 11:06 PM UTC
In absolute silence
We walk together
Mirroring one another
Eye to eye
I look at him
"To recall how I was then"
He looks at me
"To know how he will be"
Thus soul gazing
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC
I Smiled Through It All—But I Was Falling Apart Inside
There’s a version of me everyone knew.
The one who laughed easily.
The one who showed up.
The one who always seemed… fine.
That version of me was convincing.
Maybe too convincing.
Because no one ever asked if I was okay.
---
It’s strange how easy it is to hide pain.
Not by lying…
…but by functioning.
By doing what’s expected.
By replying messages on time.
By showing up to places with a steady voice and a calm face.
You learn how to wear “I’m fine” like it’s part of your identity.
And after a while, people stop questioning it.
---
But what they don’t see…
is the silence after everything.
---
They don’t see the moments when the noise fades and it’s just you and your thoughts.
They don’t see how heavy your chest feels when you finally sit still.
They don’t hear the conversations you have with yourself late at night—
the ones filled with doubt, regret, and questions that never get answered.
---
I became an expert at holding things in.
Not because I wanted to…
but because I didn’t know where to put them.
---
You try to speak once… maybe twice.
And when people don’t really listen—
or they respond with surface-level words—
you start to feel like opening up is pointless.
So you stop.
---
And that’s how it begins.
---
You start dealing with everything alone.
The pressure.
The confusion.
The expectations.
You carry it quietly.
So quietly that even the people closest to you don’t notice how much you’re holding.
---
And the scary part?
You get used to it.
---
You get used to smiling when you don’t feel like it.
Used to saying “I’m good” without thinking.
Used to pushing through days that feel heavier than they should.
---
But pain doesn’t disappear just because it’s hidden.
It waits.
It builds.
It stretches itself into every corner of your life.
---
Until one day…
you feel it all at once.
---
Not in a dramatic breakdown.
Not in a way people would immediately notice.
But in a quiet moment where everything suddenly feels like too much.
---
You sit there…
and for the first time in a long time, you don’t have the energy to pretend anymore.
---
That moment is terrifying.
Because it forces you to face something you’ve been avoiding:
You’re not okay.
---
And for a while, I didn’t know what to do with that truth.
---
I had spent so much time being “strong” that I didn’t even know how to be honest with myself.
I didn’t know how to sit with my own emotions without trying to fix or ignore them.
---
But slowly… I started learning.
---
Not how to be perfect.
Not how to have everything figured out.
But how to be real.
---
I started admitting when I was tired.
Admitting when things hurt.
Admitting when I didn’t have the answers.
---
And something unexpected happened.
---
The weight didn’t disappear overnight…
but it became easier to carry.
---
Because I wasn’t fighting myself anymore.
---
I wasn’t pretending to be okay just to make others comfortable.
I wasn’t hiding behind a version of myself that didn’t exist.
---
I was just… being.
---
And that’s something we don’t talk about enough.
---
We praise strength.
We admire people who “hold it together.”
But we rarely talk about the cost of always being the strong one.
---
The truth is—
Strength isn’t always loud.
Sometimes, it looks like admitting you’re struggling.
Sometimes, it looks like slowing down when everything in you wants to keep running.
Sometimes, it looks like choosing honesty over image.
---
So if you’ve been smiling through everything…
If you’ve been carrying more than people realize…
If you’ve mastered the art of looking okay when you’re not—
---
You’re not alone.
---
And more importantly…
you don’t have to keep pretending.
---
You don’t have to have everything figured out.
You don’t have to be strong all the time.
You don’t have to carry everything by yourself.
---
It’s okay to pause.
It’s okay to feel.
It’s okay to be human.
---
Because at the end of the day…
being real will always be more powerful than being perfect.
---
And maybe…
just maybe…
the moment you stop pretending—
is the moment you finally start healing.
©® Coker Favour A.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 2:33 AM UTC
A smile widened by sincere joy
A waterfall washing our sorrows clean
A stream watering our inner gardens
A lantern lighting up our faces
A fire driving back the dark
A gift warming our hearts
A treasure filling our boredom
A precious offering bringing us back to life,
A breath that scatters clouds
A jolt that wakes our bodies
An earthquake that shakes our walls
A wave that foams away our sadness
A remedy that tends to our wounds
A spark that reveals our happiness
An irresistible urge taking over the space
A daily need that feeds us,
An endless thirst for lightness
S refuge for pure truth
A subtle pleasure of the mind
A kind of magic philosophy
flooding our very essence
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
I will let it be enough
that once,
I saw you smile when you didn’t see me looking
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 8:46 AM UTC
May is the month of Saint Marie
May is the month of love
May is the month of all flowers
May is the month of all Mothers.
Let's celebrate all Mothers
Those who are poor and are living in huts
Those who are rich with fake eyelids
Those who are small with high heels
Those who are lofty in a giant pair of trousers
Those who are educated, stylish and sophisticated
Those who live sadly in the street corners
Those who worship the ****** Mary
Those who mourn, pray and smile.
May is the month of Mary
May is the month of love
May is the month of Mothers
May is the month of all flowers.
Let's celebrate All Moms
Those who bathe in the pond of misery
Those who wander hopelessly the streets
Those who are discouraged and disappointed
Those who toil every day
Those who practice love
Those who need to be rescued
Those who mimic the styles of Mary
Those who kneel, sing and laugh.
May is the month of Saint Marie
May is the month of love
May is the month of all Moms
May is the month of the all mums.
Copyright © May, 2016 Logerie Hébert, All rights reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 9:03 PM UTC
For the special day
If you have to
Wear something
Something exquisite
Don't forget to wear
Your smile
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 2:48 PM UTC
Save me,
There are many things people don't see.
Everyone thinks i'm fine but I'm not,
I feel like rot.
I am never enough,
Everything I do is rough.
I barely feel anything soft,
I always feel lost.
The pain follows me everywhere I go,
All I want to yell is NO!
The pain shouldn't control me but it does,
I watch as it snows.
I put on a smile,
Its been awhile
since I've actually smiled.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
Woman, I write about you
Every time I think of you
I utilize a special tar
You're mine and my star.
I use a very exotic color
I take my time, I do not rush
I use an elegant brush
In my heart, you're my honor.
Woman, I see you from afar
In my heart, you're a star
I ‘m ecstatic. You're my heaven
Yes, you are an oasis of fun.
It's an honor to color your smile
You are always in front of me
I respect you. You're my glory
In my heart, you're a star.
My heart is holy red
And yours is well fed
By a nutritious blood
You're my spring and my bud.
You're certainly a big star
You're indeed wonderful
I'm using a super special tar
Indeed, you're very beautiful.
Copyright © July 2017, Hebert Logerie, All Rights Reserved
Hébert Logerie is a writer of several poetry books.
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 4:28 PM UTC
I see the Sunrise
In your eyes
And a new day
In your smile
Smile at me
I feel
Your touch
In my mind
Loving all the time
Touch me
At Sunset
I'm at peace
Hearing a whisper
To the breeze
You love me
Then all
Through the night
You keep
Our dreams alive
My Sunrise.
Debra Lea Ryan
☼ ♡ ƸӜƷ ❀ ♬
27.03.2026
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
you smile
your lips part
and all I can see
are your bright blue braces
and your squinting eyes
and gosh I want to kiss you like this
forever even
until it’s just our heavy breaths
keep smiling please
keep smiling
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 12:59 AM UTC
ripped off, mark, chosen by the sly.
A plan formed in mind,
next time I will be armed
'to disarm with a gentle knowing smile'
and asking for the prices to written down.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
There is a man without a name
He bathes in Irish cream
Then summersaults through the mud
And screams out loud he's clean
He slurps his food and chews his drinks
And dances in his sleep
He walks around with two hats on
Backwards on his feet
He's never used computers
'cuz he can't type with his toes
The only way he hears music
Is with headphones on his nose
He's only met a zebra that was brown
And had no stripes
He'll wash its hair and give it care
Because it is his wife
He feeds his car some breakfast
And drives his dog to work
He packs a lunch that's just a note
And all it says is "jerk"
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 8:18 PM UTC
More often I paste it on my lips,
a cosmetic for social acceptance,
and only when I am alone,
is the smile the summary of
my beating heart,
what the soul felt!
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 9:13 AM UTC
Shhhh! quiet days…
where thoughts drift slowly like clouds with nowhere to go.
the aches in my chest made my voice fade away…
and silence wrapped my heart like a room with no echo.
everything that once made me happy are evaporating into a future I can no longer share…
until a distant melody found the pieces of me I could not explain.
my pain, my fading words, and a tragic melody falling into sync…
as if the song understood the language my heart could no longer form.
a gentle smile landed softly on my face, as if happiness had briefly returned.
because in the quiet rhythm of the song, my silence finally found a voice…
my ache finds a way of expressing itself…
when words fail, music speaks.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:55 PM UTC
Sus hoyuelos,
que se abrían como extensos paréntesis
indicándome dónde mirar.
Eran casi innecesarios,
porque su sonrisa
ya era suficiente para envolverme
brillando en su propia luz.
El color, del calor de tus mejillas,
que ocultaban esos ojitos achinaditos,
reservados,
que no se dejan ver en pleno florecer.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 7:07 PM UTC
She made me forget
the happiness of love
because she ripped my heart
to a hundred pieces
and stomped on the shattered remains
I forgot until
i learned his touch and his laughter,
his nose scrunched up,
his smile so bright
and now he brings along
endless pools of butterflies and sunshine
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 9:24 PM UTC
Its not my short legs,
Nor in my overgrown beard,
It's not the big nose
Or small pockets women fear.
It is the corny poem
For which I stand,
The kind of hopeful
Romanticism the women
Can't stand.
If is not in my furry kisses
Nor my nonsense of style,
It is the dork in my walk
That keeps them a mile,
I am a dude,
Unphenomenally,
Unphenomenal dude,
That's me.
I do not have the body
The women might want,
The kind where my bipeds
I'd flaunt,
I haven't the coin
To release the swag,
Hell I'm still using
A flip phone, not much to brag!
My T.V. is till a big box,
I have no women,
I got loneliness on lock.
I'm just a dude,
Unphenomenally,
Unphenomenal dude,
That's me.
I'll finish this poem
With my last pathetic rhyme,
Maybe a chick will like it,
Like me this time!
I'll get a haircut to match
The style of now,
I'll become phenomenal,
I'll get there somehow,
But for now.....
Im just a dude,
Unphenomenally,
Unphenomenal dude...
That's me!
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
1. You have a pen and paper in the bedroom, the restroom, in your car etc.
2. Your favorite road trip game is a rhyme guessing game.
3. You run out of toilet paper cuz you you wrote poems on em.
4. People are always thinking you are sneezing because you say the word haiku alot.
5.Every gift you give is attached with a poem you wrote.
6. Your kid or significant other always comes to you to borrow their pen back.
7. You do your kids poetry homework gladly and wait expectantly for the teacher's grade.
8. You can never watch a good movie all the way through cuz it inspired a poem.
9. When your mad you rhyme all the ways you are angry.
10. You saw a train and instantly wrote a quatrain.
11. You have unsent texts which are really just lines to a poem that you had to get down in that moment.
12. When you get off of work or school the first thing you do is check your notifications on HelloPoetry.
13.Every conversation becomes a philosophical and deep dive into the core of your existence, even when you are talking about what to order at McDonald's.
14. You read and reread your own poems on HelloPoetry. (Guilty here!)
15. You can write about a missing sock and then write about the love of your life.
16. Your significant other gets a poem on every holiday, their birthday, your monthly anniversary, and some federal holidays.
17. You write your own lullabies for your kids.
18. Your poems are about poems.
19. You have a picture of your favorite poet and talk to it about your day because you feel they are the only one who really gets you.
20. And finally, you know you are a poet when you are smiling right now cuz you are guilty of at least one of these.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 12:09 PM UTC