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a poet can wait decades holding poetry in their heart -their secret destination just waiting to burst forth shared with no-one in particular just the space to let it all go a long search for freedom- to sing-before forever calls them home
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Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 9:23 AM UTC
a long search for freedom
hoopla around a star energy evaporating way out into space.
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Jan 20
Jan 20, 2026 at 8:59 AM UTC
10w gyrating into coldness
I love you whatever you are, Loving you if you have a bike or a car. I love you whenever you smile, Loving you all along the Nile. I love you truly every time, Loving you is never a crime. I love you in every way, Loving you for whom I pray. I love you till the end, Loving you is truth I defend.
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Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
Till the end ❤️✨️
the raw confusion of the nucleotide fusion, the great concoction of recombinant DNA, when we cross over our own boundaries and subsume, integrate, reformulate our very selves, with inhalation complete of another human being; the danger’s inherent, absorbing a foreign body totally is the creation of a new being entire, vulnerable despite the new totality of the resources of two hearts acquired for mergence and the rush of two different bloodstreams now circulating, stronger by far, and equally vulnerable to diseases never prior considered, these tissues patches, interwoven skins, two fabrics, silk and wool, a smooth itchy, that makes us stronger with yet unknowns of weaknesses, and then we encounter what cannot easily be digested, comprehended, for even new cells split apart, and the terrible terror of dividing division that is the side effect of integration, new subdivisions never ever forever foreseen cause volcanic tremors and trusting your other half is awful, until the fear subsides *this is the why I write of only love poetry, the study of this process so poorly and powerfully misunderstood is the atom bomb of the human psyche in rivers dark we travel, oars with cotton muffled, for there are dangers on each bank, and in the waters beneath the salt and the fresh excitingly & violently blending, different weights somethings fall to the bottom, others rise to the top *and when the process is nearly resolved (for never ending, by default defined, for end is a conflict constant interrupted by truces fraught, fragrant and vulnerable) *this then is living, this physic of the bio-il-logic process called love, and the endlessness that it requires the inconstancy of the constancy of the deepening well, and the redemption of redefinition of what is well* <> 2:10pm nyc 10/21/24
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Oct 21, 2024
Oct 21, 2024 at 2:11 PM UTC
till the fear in me subsides
the raw confusion of the nucleotide fusion, the great concoction of recombinant DNA, when we cross over our own boundaries and subsume, integrate, reformulate our very selves, with inhalation complete of another human being; the danger’s inherent, absorbing a foreign body totally is the creation of a new being entire, vulnerable despite the new totality of the resources of two hearts acquired for mergence and the rush of two different bloodstreams now circulating, stronger by far, and equally vulnerable to diseases never prior considered, these tissues patches, interwoven skins, two fabrics, silk and wool, a smooth itchy, that makes us stronger with yet unknowns of weaknesses, and then we encounter what cannot easily be digested, comprehended, for even new cells split apart, and the terrible terror of dividing division that is the side effect of integration, new subdivisions never ever forever foreseen cause volcanic tremors and trusting your other half is awful, until the fear subsides *this is the why I write of only love poetry, the study of this process so poorly and powerfully misunderstood is the atom bomb of the human psyche in rivers dark we travel, oars with cotton muffled, for there are dangers on each bank, and in the waters beneath the salt and the fresh excitingly & violently blending, different weights somethings fall to the bottom, others rise to the top *and when the process is nearly resolved (for never ending, by default defined, for end is a conflict constant interrupted by truces fraught, fragrant and vulnerable) *this then is living, this physic of the bio-il-logic process called love, and the endlessness that it requires the inconstancy of the constancy of the deepening well, and the redemption of redefinition of what is well* <> 2:10pm nyc 10/21/24
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Work in a call centre all night long five nights a week On shift number five told to go drinking with the bosses Drink till drunk then drink till you puke this is an order I did this twice with them when I worked in a small BPO Twice was enough drink till I crawl had my fill no more Takes the stress away but I’m not doing it again I was too tired after shift asked time and again Let’s drink till we puke and crawl in many call centres Not my thing now with my team mates who aint my pals Too many differences interest wise and age I’m not in their little click how many times? I drink alone after shift five know what I wanna do Not spend time with them or their fake friends All plastic posturing and lies none of it for me Work in a call centre drink till you puke and crawl
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Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 10:54 PM UTC
Puke Crawl
Our love is eternal Even though hearts are physically apart. Although, body is physically far But our hearts are spiritually bind together. Our love keeps us together And our love makes us stronger more every day. Just listen to your heart's beat There beating softly on harmony Like two dancing feet Our love makes us happy Our love is never blind Because I give you my love every day knowing I'll never go away Knowing I will never decieve myself again Knowing I can never love another soul again Because sweetheart I promised you I'll love you every day of my life As long as I breathe.... Always in love with you
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Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 3:27 AM UTC
ETERNAL LOVE
Rush is a lie For you and I. You ask me why? We are here till we die.
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May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 10:04 PM UTC
Till We Die
From dusk till dawn I loved hearing them birds’ chirp through the spring time night Knowing I’m safe and sound with my two Shepard’s by my side Starsky and chewy, ones the eye in the sky and both are down to bite Watch the sky go from black to blue, you can catch purple at the perfect time Listening to the creatures that roam it go in and out of their wood houses to meet the days dues Always feeling like them because I can fly as high as I choose Most the time more than others, I always leave it to them to bring me the news All the times more than others I look to them anytime I get too confused
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 6:36 AM UTC
Chirps At Night
Embodying love In a world of hate From a family of love-hate to a people who are bred for love and still hate Is incredibly tiring And yet, With blackened eyes I will still continue to love for I will never truly know how much I am needed by someone who is dangling over the same edge that I once fell over. Choose love with your heart and with your mind.
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
Break the Cycle
If work, a sea, has tossed me asunder Then I in two, will sit on the edge of a caffeinated cliff And write about it, about me, about you
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Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
Unwinding
I was lost until I found me in you But now I am lost again I still look at you with the eyes that wants you But your eyes are cold like the storm I asked you if everything could go to the way it was But you were already in someone else’s arms
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
But
A faint glow and you may see All the colors and shadows that Our private world displays Once the lights go out.
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Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
Halogen