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#unnecessary
while trying to gather the unravelled yarn from the clenched teeth of the mischievous puppy hoping it remained intact and unbroken able to be wound up into a ball or bullet for future use i realised it probably wouldn't matter even if it had snagged and      snapped in two as not all knitted items are made of one continuous strand new and old can be joined easily enough overlapping or weaving together to finish any pattern unnoticed by most
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Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC
by the skein of her teeth
nonetheless every "thank you" for every hug and kiss, light emission shone my way, is rebroadcast as a recorded, upon one of my a-smiley dimpled face, upon my totality of my, actual realized reality they are: freezer bag stored, for a day that cannot be completed, without the bonus of your good wishes, and if a day shall pass, where fresh ones can't be delivered, no worries, just purchased a large size freezer for rainy day storage^^ and if so desired will send photographic proof, of the mustache I no longer po-sess, turning upwards,  a grin from hear to there, there, there by definition, being where you are, actual realized reality
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 3:14 PM UTC
entre nous, "merci" est superflu, inutile
Everyone that has ever said that they love me All those who've mentioned that I'm their one and only That their desire is to be with me, hand in hand for our eternity All those who've told me that they care about me deeply But have otherwise only ever proven to be phony Compassion is something never aloud to me History is rewritten by present and past company Because when it comes down to the nitty gritty I'm just a stepping stone obviously I mean hell, just look at my track record then back at me Don't even need a degree in forensic diplomacy Actions speak loudly Leaving me stuck in an unwanted and completely unnecessary purgatory But no one cares about a no guts, no glory type story No one cares how their actions have affected my energy Turning me, molding me into the evil reflection that won't stop staring back at me All sides have proven extensively that I am unworthy of being wanted, forget loving unconditionally All I've ever wanted was to be somebody's somebody But everybody says the same thing to me openly No friendly faces and behind their smiles is a judgement and verdict of guilty So I struggle with the fact that somehow they all agree If the problem isn't me it at least resides in me I've got a penny, two maybe, We'll find the appropriate line to walk eventually I just hope there'll be someone left standing next to me Because an eternity is a long time to spend lonely ©2024
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Jun 8, 2024
Jun 8, 2024 at 2:09 AM UTC
~•§•~ Nobody's Somebody ~•§•~
It’s not my job to clean up your past issues. That’s yours. I cleaned my side of the mess already. Do your part now.
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Dec 22, 2022
Dec 22, 2022 at 1:57 PM UTC
It’s not my job
Turns out we don't need to use that many.
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Feb 22, 2022
Feb 22, 2022 at 10:34 AM UTC
Letters
i am currently working on publishing my poetry into a collection i don't expect to make any money nor do i imagine that i will gain any popularity but this is an accomplishment that has added motivation and excitement into my life i know it will be difficult and draining but wish me the best of luck
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC
an unnecessary piece of news
I wish to not have a fragile heart I wish not to tell anyone how I feel Why is it so hard Why is it so heavy Isn't there's an option To have a cold heart To not care how I feel Cause sometimes it felt like unnecessary Especially when you spill it out But it was taken for granted Why What for
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Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
What for
Dates keep changing Rearranging priorities For some reason everyone of them's above me! I'm below them The worthless me Unimportant, oh! Why still can they not see? Their own actions, priorities Didn't make the list Unmissed, amiss, unnecessary Time comes, time goes Everyone knows this All within their minds Things to do I still go unnoticed A year a time My needs are a mistake I make them into happy It's not appreciated I am in their way, very much
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May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 4:34 PM UTC
Unnecessary
Given to err, things we not need Another unnecessary complacent necessity Take from a friend to give to another Take it from me those in most need Think to find a fuller path Than be fed by idyllic standard greed
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Jan 19, 2020
Jan 19, 2020 at 2:26 PM UTC
Giving
Lies are unexpected You could have lie to others But you can't lie to yourself Lies are unnecessary Why choose to tell lies When you could just tell the truth Lies are usually for the cowards It doesn't make things better They mess you up miserably
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Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 6:49 AM UTC
Lies
Life is mysterious as we know, I just can’t overthink a reason. Fighting hurts doesn’t it show? Seeing the fights and bleeding. Ain’t worth those fights all day, Just don’t think about this fighting. I see the emergency on the way, Killed over stupid, you’re dying. I’m just sorry for all the deaths, Just it’s ain’t worth those fights. You just killed to see bloodbaths, I just saw you carry the knives. Is it not this way for you ain’t it? Just you see this good in nature. You all know never to do all this, Ain’t worth the fights, so mature.
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
Ain’t Worth Those Fights
In most cases, some problems can be solved by talking.
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Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC
True Queen (10W)
A stranger's name on skeptic tongues A taste like blood and foreboding. The spice of a new kid. Foam bleeds through the teeth of my peers Bile green, it’s words and it’s venom This thing they call “fun". A game played with barbed wire fists, Acid, poison, whips, guns and swords. No rules but they're winning. They called me Bluebird I one short, fat, and sad. Accurate if only I’d fly. Raccoons and kestrels Hunt a bluebird til death. Dear God how I wish I could fly. Once I was Bluebird. Existence encumbered. Stained life released via knife. Witness, you hungry young hunters, The blossom of seeds that you sowed. Bleeding chrysanthemum. I carved my name into my chest, The wings broken and defeathered Of bluebird now red. Peace feels like longing and defeat, But I fly on wings of my own Pray safe from the world.
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Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 7:45 AM UTC
They Called Me Bluebird
S*ome pray to not feel guilty because they know they've made someone unhappy not intentionally, no but for our pleasure, maybe Right, wrong, don't follow it escapes our mind till its too late that it becomes unnecessary to just say sorry*.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
so say sorry
You're not gonna amount to anything in life. The dreams you let deceive aren't something you should believe. Nothing means a thing. Everything is just in your fixation of an imagination beyond compensation. "Unrealistic" You should listen, stop the flawless movement of your one track mind. How could you let yourself be so naive? You think you're so intelligent? Why can't you sell it? It's one thing to let yourself fall victim to your daydreams, but it's another to live in the fantasy. Let alone be the only person taking part while everyone watches you lose your sanity. (granted you haven't lost it already.) Do you ever stop to think? (or is that only over the small, careless things) Back to the original statement, do you really think you'll make it? If so, forgive me for saying what you need to see. (in all honesty I couldn't be more sorry, such pity, really) How could you let yourself believe such absurd things? Don't you think you would've learned as the years go? (you're delirious, helpless, you won't make it, but hey! fake it, be my guest)
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Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
I'm running out of options and I'm near an end of coping methods
this is what it feels like to hold your life in your hands and feel beneath your skull a trigger and stand— you stand because we all stand, and we stand because we're living; i stand because i have it all but it's hard to keep me breathing and you can feel your heart beat to the rubatosis of your fears that shaking, pounding beat that no one seems to hear— that shaking, pounding fear to feed all of your tears, that numb and hollow smear on your heart's inner ear: because there's nothing quite like nothing to hold you still in place when you're shivering and quaking and crying and lost—drowning—in outer space.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
an unnecessary poem
Labels... They are completely unnecessary. If you want something, then go get it. If you want someone, then go get them. If you love someone, then go be with them. Find out if they want to be with you too, or spend your speechless life wondering. Find out, or die trying to kiss them. Maybe they'll kiss you first. Maybe they'll insist on having a platonic relationship anyway. Maybe you'll be right, maybe you won't, but it will be an adventure regardless. Cut all abusive figures out of the picture. This is your picture. Decorate it however you want. Decorate it with whomever you want. With whomever wants you too. I mean, I want you... I really want you. Could I be the cherry on top of your pretty please? Could I rest on the tip of your tongue? Could I have just one taste of your tongue? Could you hesitate to pull away first? Could you take hold of my hand again? That was really nice... Maybe you'd surprise yourself. Maybe you'd surprise me too. Well, I know how to surprise you. How to survive with you. How to stay by your side, too. Could you stay by my side? Could you survive with me? Now, that would surprise me... Will you be my surprise? Because I want you.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
Labels
she cried to her mother, at those times your unnecessary
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Mother [10W]
dear silly rabbits who make people feel lesser and inadequate shame on you silly rabbits I feel sorry for you and your sour carrots made of evil
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Ode to Rude Human Beings
vigorous or calm it will always remind me of you. the smell of the sea brings back nostalgia. the same reassuring feeling you gave runs through my mind. stepping on the heated sand gives me the same warm sensation I got whenever I crossed your path. the wet sand forms with each step just like how my smile molded with each sweet word you spoke. the swift back and forth motion of the waves it's constancy having the same beautiful flow of your voice. watching the water crash against the rocks they hit hard against it without hesitation just as hard as it hit me when you told me there was somebody else. my heart dropped to the bottom of my stomach as fast as the stone I cast in the water sinks to the ocean floor. the tide finally glide past my ankles and I try to imagine someone else. it never works though. my fingers become numb with the thought that my image will never appear in your mind again. my eyes burn. I feel my throat get tight. I pretend the ocean reminds me of nobody. but once the tide goes down I only see your face washed up on shore.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
The Ocean
What’s the difference between unwanted and unneeded? You’re unnecessary, verging on disappointment, disgrace Breaking faith and bond, hoarding intent and hopes false Unnecessary child Give me pure existence And watch me lose my mind Without meaning I’m fingerless and blind Give me pure existence And watch me lose my heart Without love I’m a stringless puppet
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
unnecessary