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Does my life want to end itself
I know I'm not one to have these thoughts given a bubbly personality
But every day it seems my life drifts farther from reality
I cry
I scream
      to no one

Maybe if they find me leaking out the back of my skull
They will look back to find signs they know would tell
But there were no signs
I'm that good


Every waking moment tests my grip
As my eyes twitch my mind slips

I've lived a life of shattered smiles
Broken songs
****** up lies
But I put back the pieces so well every morning no one can tell
I'm that good
For all worried
I'll tell you don't worry
It's just poetic
Brooke White Jul 23
You don't know evil
until you receive the call.
The divide between your best friend's legs
Her hands and knees, had been entangled in struggle
hunted by the decision of another human being.

She had done something of which her father
would have disapproved, so she chose to stay quiet.
Forgettably quiet, leaving only the catchy tune of breath
rolling over teeth to play in her head for
ninety-six hours.

You don't know evil
until you discover that this isn't the *******'s first offense.


You don't know evil
until you take a swig at ten in the morning
from the bottle of Burnett's your girlfriend kept next to her bed.
She had said she just wanted to impress you,
but you couldn't outdrink her.

And there was that time she gave you a ****** nose
while you were trying to keep her still.
She couldn't control herself, it was close to an overdose
I hadn't seen better performances on Broadway.

You don't know evil
until she leaves for rehabilitation & counseling
before she even leaves for her first year of college.


You don't know evil
until you've met a boy with uncertainty in his eyes.
A volunteer, a respected student, a friend
running like a demon towards home
At the expense of poorly raised kids with a rich vocabulary.

Evil is the rush hour traffic prior to his funeral
Bogged down by the thought of an ivory urn,
praying that there isn't an open casket.
When his grandmother, who you have never met,
hugs you and cries with you before the altar.

You don't know evil
until you realize you ignored his cries for help several months ago.
i want to be
your vintage crooner for life
frank sinatra mixed with marvin gaye
with twenty-first century style
i'd greet you at the door with flowers
and be your chauffeur to wherever
you want to go i'll take you
there's no rush; we have forever
our life can feel like a movie
almost too good to be true
sooner or later you'll realize
i've always felt that way about you
galas and night dances and jet airplanes to france
would only be enjoyable if i'm holding your hand
i think that we could see our dreams
with our own awake eyes
so come and ride away with me
and we can have the time of our lives
whether sunday morning pancakes or a tuesday noontime lunch
breakfast in bed or a venice bistro will be equally fun
and if *** takes us that far
i'd point to you when our daughter asks what a queen is
we could show our children how dedication
and compassion makes life feel like you're dreaming
and someday many years from now
when we have an empty nest
we'll remember the feature film of our romance
and decide that we did it best
Am I wrong to want it different
Is it selfish
To divulge in things that I know will lead to heartache
To give myself the relief of a friend for a while, even though I know it will hurt them
I know I cannot excuse this behavior
But Is it not for my health
For my well being
No
It only causes pain, again and again
It is not necessary
It is selfish
It is the year of 2015.
War is ongoing,
society is changing,
secrets are being kept from us,
the human race,
is fading.

It is the year of 2015.
More animals are dying,
more children are crying,
Technology is all that matters.
Let's ignore how the world is crumbling?

It is the year of 2015.
More suicides, self harm.
more murders, crime,
it's not a false alarm.
Mental illness is huge,
men are being ignored,
where is equality,
of this, when will we get bored?

It is the year of 2015.
Police have turned evil,
the government are plotting,
kindness is scarce,
this generation is rotting.
Kids aren't being bought up right,
which will only make their children the same,
and so the cycle will continue,
until we're overpopulated by those inhuman humans,
and the world will go insane.

It is the year of 2015.
The planet is truly failing,
we are working towards nothing -
It is all a big dead end.
But "its fine!", they think,
or at least, so they pretend.
We're mistreating land,
destroying nature,
so why does no one seem to care?
That everything is in danger.



It is the year of 2100.
There is no more laughter,
no more beauty,
only fragments of once beautiful things.
Children no longer have fun,
instead their lives are being run.
We are all under compulsion,
it is all a big dysfunction.
Too little, too late.
Now we all pay for our own past mistakes.

It is the year 2100.
Look at the horror that is now,
I'm sure its made you regret not doing enough,
about how we lost sight of this world.
How people lost sight of themselves:
now everyone is isolated:
can't look eachother in the eye
we walk with our heads down;
some have never seen the sky.

It is the year 2100.
A "gentleman" is no longer,
and since seeing is believing,
no one believes there ever was such a man.
A "lady" has lost all meaning,
there is not one female that could behold such a title anymore.
What is even the point of humanity for?

Childhood.
'What's that?'
You may ask,
And you may know too,
if the twenty first century had allowed it,
childhood really could be beautiful,
and the fact you won't experience it>
I feel so very bad for you.


It is the year 2100.
I'm sorry for what could have been
I'm sorry you never got to see,
how beautiful the world once was.
Never had the chance to explore the world in all its glory.
Never had the chance of freedom.

It is the year 2100.
You see,
Because you live in the twenty second century,
sadly,
you have missed out,
on any chance of possibly living:
Because 2015 was the beginning of the end of the world.
So I'm sorry,
that your slot on this earth wasn't before then,
because anyone living in the world you're in now,
has been born to die,
and for no other reason than that,
because the life you've been given,
is a life not worth living.


-Jazmine MacIntyre
01.09.18
The message here, is basically, ae need to start trying to put this world back together, because if we don't and we just let everything carry on as it is, there won't be  a future. It will be only chaos. You can always do your part to save the world, if everyone did there part, it would no longer need saving, it would only require maintaining.
Shofi Ahmed Apr 2017
I only took the moon veiled in my cube
I took her innate water off but not for good.
Now the sun can’t take its eyes
off the blindfolded black moon!
Off this night the sunup is yet to unleash
the dawn, let alone the tucked away noon!
Ozioma Ogbaji Apr 2015
In the morning, old becomes new
Birds sing as black slowly turns blue
In the morning, my fears are taken
My faith is stronger, I am not shaken

My fears are taken by morning's rebirth
Fresh as the dew clinging to my feet
In the morning, there is a new me to meet
Whom the blinding night has deemed fit to birth

In the morning, my flaws are still the same
Like the yellow sun, everyday like flame
In the morning, I remember yesterday's mistakes
And I know better what is at stake

In the morning, I let go of the night
I let go of the dark, I embrace the light
In the morning, my eyes are brighter
My dance is better, my laugh is lighter

My smile is warmer, my kiss is softer
My hug is tighter, my speech has no stutter
In the morning, I am all I want to be
Awake, refreshed, hopeful, free
Your soul is your current state of being!
Your capacity to feel the grief of the world and have some empathy with the things in it !
But this doesn't necessarily mean that you're a good soul!
The difference between a good soul and a bad soul is how much physical and mental effort you are ((compelled)) to put in; to ease the grief and suffering of others and all other things.

There's a broad spectrum of soulful and soulless in individuals.

A good soul benefits the world socially and strives to improve the environment for the next generation.

Shallow souls mostly look to benefit themselves and have little regard for anything else.
Good souls, bad souls and everything in between
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