"hailey" poems
Oh black negus. Why do you hate me so much?
Noticed I called you by your rightful title.
Negus
King, Ruler, Emperor
Not ***** or ******
The derogatory term originating from the crackers, or ***** the mild disparagement softened by society made to think that it's acceptable.
But anyway let's get back to it.
Why do you hate me?
Is it because of my full lips or my round hips?
My low tolerance for ********
The way that my stretch marks are engraved in my skin?
Or how the roots of my hair aren't so thin.
Is it my naturally sun kissed skin? Even toned complexion?
It just can't be my uncanny resemblance to Isis the Egyptian Goddess!
So why not praise me for my natural features
Why go on one knee for their paid for enhancements
Should I react like Angela Basset in Waiting to Exhale?
Screaming and shouting while my face is growing pale.
But pardon my melanin
I was perplexed by this darkness that stared at me in the mirror
That stared at me looking in my lovers eyes and taunted me
Smiles behind hidden hate they constantly berate my beauty
But pardon my melanin
My superiority is in my melanin
Encased in my skeleton
Our ancestors wouldn't like this
They would not be proud of that colorism that exist
They slander us for our features yet they list after it
This systematic thinking has our men slandering us but they won't admit
You continue to beat me down yet I am your mother.
I am the fruit of this nation.
But pardon my melanin
So I'll ask again
Why do you hate me?
We are carved in the same beauty and without each other we can't exist
I still remember the first day that we kissed but a few months later you left me for hailey in an unfortunate bliss
Melanin filled girls I am here to say
You are a queen never be afraid to be seen
The brother that disrespect and degrade are absolutely absurd!
You are not ratchet bitter or mean
Youre a stunning melanin queen
So pardon my melanin?
Naw enlightened by me melanin.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 1:02 AM UTC
Goodnight stars
Goodnight summer
Goodnight interstellar glimmer
Goodnight auroras, forever dancing
Goodnight to all the treetop prancing
Goodnight Hailey, racing comet
Goodnight to whom I write my sonnet
Goodnight crickets
Goodnight moon
Goodnight to you all, I'll see you soon
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
Starting from the newest, these are my first fifty followers on Hello Poetry.
1. Hailey L May 5
2. Elizabeth Squires May 4
3. Tim Knight May 3
4. Morgan Hanchulak May 3
5. Vi Snicket May 2
6. Jessica Applegate Apr 30
7. Himanshu Koshe Apr 30
8. Mike Winegar Apr 29
9. Joey Lapiana Apr 29
10. Christopher Munro Apr 29
11. Raffi Kaftajian Apr 26
12. Shari Forman Apr 25
13. Jessica Who Apr 24
14. RedWritingHood Apr 22
15. Adreishka Moonlight Apr 21
16. Rocky G Apr 19
17. Sarina Apr 18
18. John Moffatt Apr 17
19. Izisfat Apr 9
20. Leila Apr 8
21. Marian Apr 5
22. Star Toucher64 Mar 30
23. Michelle Mar 26
24. Kristo Frost Mar 25
25. Ra Mar 20
26. Jacqueline Melissa Woolums Mar 15
27. ennyo Mar 11
28. Ellen Menzies Mar 9
29. Jodi Casavant Mar 8
30. Jillyan Adams Feb 20
31. Hailey Scomet Feb 2
32. Pete Taken Alive Jan 17
33. Md HUDA Jan 6
34. Joshua Ohmer Jan 1
35. Quinn Puwang Dec 30, 2012
36. Rissa Ann Dec 10, 2012
37. Hilda Dec 9, 2012
38. Rena Julleitta Dec 7, 2012
39. Emily Rose Williams Dec 7, 2012
40. Abdosh A Dec 5, 2012
41. Naveena Vijayan Dec 4, 2012
42. Kristian Alexander George Dec 1, 2012
43. Oliver Delgaram-Nejad Dec 1, 2012
44. Chessnie Lea Nov 27, 2012
45. Ugochukwu-Charles Onyewuchi Nov 25, 2012
46. Timothy Nov 24, 2012
47. Who Am I Nov 24, 2012
48. Matthew P Hill Nov 23, 2012
49. Tomas Nov 21, 2012
I gained inspirations for my poems from all my followers, those who I follow and especially my lovely little one who brought me here to Hello Poetry first, to a safe haven of like-minded people with a poetic niche each.
Thank you all.
First of all I thank you Eliot York for creating this wonderful poetry blog.
(-: And how can I ever thank you enough for introducing me to this wonderful website, just like Krishna guides Arjun in grand Mahabharata epic. You are my Krishna and I am your Arjun. :-)
(-: You share the place with Eliot York and the family of Timothy sir for inspiring my poems & helping me define my poetic style. As you are a kid for me, your heart is a crystal to me from where I can see the world more clearly in a different way. :-)
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 7:02 AM UTC
Her eyes were the color of solar flares
and the remnants of super novae,
eyelashes damp with Venus’ acid rain.
Body in the curves of the Northern Lights,
there were stars at her fingertips,
galaxies twined in the star dust of her hair.
Constellations lined her dress
as she danced in the celeste of red ribbon clouds
the storms created.
She travelled across the icelands of Neptune
though days never passed through the tail of Hailey’s comet,
only sulfuric nights on Io.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 8:13 AM UTC
Don’t know what you want of me
Why have you followed me, behind; leaving a trail to get back
But you can’t go home again because I set a trap
Illuminati in the eye
Illuminati what’s the use of your body?
Will you take me to your fairy tale world?
I saw Orion making fun of Hailey’s comet
I can’t compare I saw his eyes melt into the sun
Never will he drift away in space anymore
And one warrior shouts with joy his pride has fallen
The trees don’t sway to my presence
And the air becomes dead
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Priti Patel's quote on EU migration - whatever it was...
list of common surnames: cropper, cross, crouch,
dabney, dalton, daniels, eads, easton, eccleston,
fairclough, farnham, fay, gardner, garey, garfield,
haight, hanes, hailey, ibbott, irvin, isaacson,
jack, jackson, jacobs, kay, keen, kelsey,
lacey, lacy, lamar, macey, mann, marchand,
neal, nelson, neville... sure pati japati patel -
i'll be an albino in Gujarat
if your play the sitar in a sari;
but your name sounds a bit migrant
revealing, what a weird 'back of the bus'
you seem to stand on -
you want the Mongolians resurrected?
i swear we were being ousted in line
of what Queen Sheba said to Solomon:
'olive skinned throughout the geography
and the unwelcome green men on
sponged-knickers creaming for an ******
a french dessert...'
yes pretty prior, you found home on a
continent when half of the european nations
didn't practice colonial antics -
i guess it's easier to pick on them.
but with a Patel surname you sound british
already, the great experiment worked
the anaesthetic of former colonialism
numbed via recreational Ketamine use
really numbed the skull and jaw mandibles -
i hate, i hate being conscripted into
post-colonial affairs of "why it all failed"
what a waste of the urban hubs of
Manchester or Liverpool -
where once artistic expression thrived -
i hate these post-colonial societies,
it's as if they were castrated en masse,
and they're wondering why no one has a permanent
suntan in scandinavia - maybe the raw herring diet -
cinnamon up your *** magician's trick with
space between fudge of digestion, disappearing trick
but then the cough that blinds you sweetly -
i guess post-colonial nationalism wanted to
listen to non-colonial nationalism -
a former migrant like pretty plated smell
olive skinned exploited inversion of angers
but dunked a footstep into a trip-up
with non-colonial nations -
a bit like the greek bail-out - pretty patel
is a name least likely associated with migration;
you teasing the beast out?
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
Cudi, Miller, My skrillex killer.
My only tune is dreamin high,
I'm just sober it's a lie, Got my tack my only tune,
iss ok be home in june,
see my boo so soon no doom,
Its a relapse she my trigga I collapse wit out my *****
has the tips we seen the trips.
Keep ya real don't give ya lips,
Your'e friend that blow your'e friend the ***
don't lose your'e pride don't lose that glow,
I'd feal the blame.
My heart the shame., Restart the button and earn the "name"
I'm sorry hailey, Leavin nd diseven
Gettin lost nd takin cost,
Ya boo jesse Mckush
for my sister hailey haglund
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
I am a meteorite,
sailing across the inky black space.
Alone, but unfeeling.
I know not my destination
nor my origin
I am a meteorite,
sailing thru space
I feel so cold.
If I could feel, that is.
My rocky craters home to none,
but welcome to any;
welcome, welcome all.
Welcome, welcome you.
Chrome future ships
and twinkling stars.
Orion’s belt, so far, so far.
No such thing
in this Andromeda
I am a meteorite,
sailing thru time.
I see Hailey every few decades or so.
But this year feels different.
An end is coming.
No origin, but an end;
a location,
my new home.
I am a meteorite,
sailing home.
I am a meteorite,
sailing home.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
Life passes through when im hear with out you,
I'm on a totaly different side beyond the out,
hearin all the ghetto my new ***** gotta dead bro,
I've bin with all these red rags mind graffiti sketched tags,
So I miss my girl my sister,
My story tellin listener
my main true,
my blessed boo,
seen my life she has the real clue,
when I got hit right there stuck wit me,
step dad did uncalled for beatin, cant help me gettin eatin
when we got caught callit go book free,
played a role got your back,
look forward. erased the wack.
no mom,
I gotta stoney,
didn't lisson always roming,
growin with my one friend never was a loney
one two I got you,
three four I'm out the door
five six, new home cant fix,
seven eight, I lost my great, (hailey)
nine ten, I'll be home when?.
when I got In foster so close I could of lost her
your my completion I'm your creation,..
ying to the yang
the big,
the loud,
The shoot the bang.
we never for the reppin but we ain't afraid to steppin,
got our own gang ,
me and hailey togetha daily,
our name no shame same heart from thee start
aimin for big,
bullseye I'm the dart
walk our own way,
head up with no say,
got my noes in the sky cause you know I be high,.
finger In the air for the ******* that stare,
why the **** you stalkin?,
cause you scared to be talkin,...
make out my way before i get cray
best get to walkin before I get sockin.
whatever I'm a youngin,
I'm blessed that I hung in,
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
Life passes through when im hear with out you,
I'm on a totaly different side beyond the out,
hearin all the ghetto my new ***** gotta dead bro,
I've bin with all these red rags mind graffiti sketched tags,
So I miss my girl my sister,
My story tellin listener
my main true,
my blessed boo,
seen my life she has the real clue,
when I got hit right there stuck wit me,
step dad did uncalled for beatin, cant help me gettin eatin
when we got caught callit go book free,
played a role got your back,
look forward. erased the wack.
no mom,
I gotta stoney,
didn't lisson always roming,
growin with my one friend never was a loney
one two I got you,
three four I'm out the door
five six, new home cant fix,
seven eight, I lost my great, (hailey)
nine ten, I'll be home when?.
when I got In foster so close I could of lost her
your my completion I'm your creation,..
ying to the yang
the big,
the loud,
The shoot the bang.
we never for the reppin but we ain't afraid to steppin,
got our own gang ,
me and hailey togetha daily,
our name no shame same heart from thee start
aimin for big,
bullseye I'm the dart
walk our own way,
head up with no say,
got my noes in the sky cause you know I be high,.
finger In the air for the ******* that stare,
why the **** you stalkin?,
cause you scared to be talkin,...
make out my way before i get cray
best get to walkin before I get sockin.
whatever I'm a youngin,
I'm blessed that I hung in,
Written By Jesse Mckush Dedicated For Hailey *Haglund
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 3:42 PM UTC
Hailey was my
bread & honey, so
sweet as ever would yield in darkness
what spirit said;
she enraptured lares and penates
with Thanksgiving
where clockwork sublime
these snowshoe hares incorporated town
yet made shortcake by rhyme
where her tiara became a romantic kiss
with Utopian dream she once set afar in her earthly presence,
these ties of scholarly pursuit in her like bodleian unlocked charm
and this game unfurled beyond its claim forthwith reform,
this newly espoused ideology ever changing her today.
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
She is an elegant young woman
And she writes beautiful haikus
This haiku she wrote
Had special meaning for me
I began to really care
For my therapist
She was so kind and caring
A wonderful woman
Humanity would be lost
Without women
Hailey wrote:
"Its so simple for
a heart to break in two, yet
laborious to heal."
I agree, it does take time.
Thank you for this
Lovely haiku Hailey
I reflected on the time
I spent with her
I am healing too
I still hope to meet
That loving female
Companion one day
I hope you have
A wonderful day Hailey
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
Hailey girl,
your mind unfurls like
rose petals to bloom.
Forgotten earth,
your seeds are ready
to fly free and burst.
Their seams are clenching tightly
as teeth when tears are stifled,
sensitive to strife.
Hailey girl,
you're precious as
a seashore's curl,
in which to splash your hands about.
They're cold
from your parents distant words.
Just let them trickle out...
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
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All these threes making me queasy
March third nineteen ninety three
the day I came to be
and what did I see?
A flood from Mississippi
oh yeah and I'm a Pisces
oh but my name is Merril B
and the meaning of Merril is shining sea
and the spelling of Merril is three plus three
and I have three sisters
of Hailey
of Kayla
of Ashleigh
where ought they be?
One is pregnant with her first baby
Another dropped out she's on a spree
Youngest is brightest and smart is she
but what about me?
writing some **** about the number three
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
H-Hail! Hail! Hail!
A-All cuddly aquiline butterflies
L-Limbered and croon
I-In the midst of Eden
M-Mirthfully like the hallowed angels
A-And soar high beneath the curled clouds
H-Happily the withered grass and flowers
A-Awoken,and laid out their hearts
I-Imperil before the rays at sunshine
L-Languidly,to ink modish Ballads
E-Eulogizing thy charm,thy steam and thy wit
Y-Yes! Yes! Together the whole universe yodelled for thee
Halima Hailey
©Historian E.Lexano
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
***For a sweet friend to me,
A better friend she could not be,
I give her my friendship and love;
As she is my gift from above.
She is a friend sweet,
I am glad we both did meet,
Here on HP;
And I look forward to reading her poety.
I love you,
For my friend in the sky of blue,
I shall love you forever;
And we love one another!***
~Marian~
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
At the age of five,
I wore my ponytail high,
Hailey wore her blond curls loose,
And Cole wore his cropped and short.
We talked about little things,
And giggled at the sight of birds and squirrels,
We were free.
At the age of ten,
I was called ugly for the first time,
Hailey noticed her dad drinking something like apple juice,
And Cole seemed to like boys more than girls.
We didn’t talk about any of it.
And we giggled at our cartoons still,
But we were still free.
At the age of fifteen,
I was taunted everyday until I screamed and cried,
Hailey’s dad drank the apple juice more and started to use his hands to show power,
And Cole didn't tell his parents about his boyfriend knowing they would scream,
We talked about it for the first time,
And we giggled as the ***** burned our throats.
We didn't feel free anymore.
At the age of twenty,
I had written my story on my arms,
But was okay for once in my life.
Hailey didn’t make it to 19,
Considering that her dad didn’t let her.
And Cole got hell from his parents about his boyfriend and was kicked out at 17,
Even though Hailey and me told him it was okay to be with a man.
Now at the age of twenty five,
Cole and me sit at Hailey’s grave,
Drinking the same ***** we did ten years ago,
Giggling at the small things in our lives again,
And suddenly feeling free,
Just like we were five again.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 8:13 PM UTC
my baby hailey,
I'd eat this world.
I'd churp and burp .;.
It's all so bright
I'ts moving my sight
I'm on a first flight
No need to hold tight
I'm morfing allnight...
My eye sight is rubies I'll pass on the doobies .
my tune is groovys, .. this beat. wawh wawh wawh , ! get me the saw this tree needs a bra >.>
................That lazy daisy!........... is driving me crazy bin in the shower foe more then an hour'
waisting my water getting me hotter
I must be a giant your freshest client .
I think I have power ! that you should know,
just kiddin bro you're face seams to glow.
whatta great trip You're getting a tip
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 7:28 PM UTC
My going away party
ended up with Garrison seizing
and Hailey getting a DUI
too much for one night
I like a good time but not
when people I love could die
it hurt my heart
I want to go home
and sit as a family
get a kiss from my dog
visit Ingrid and hear her laugh
grab some horchata then
crash in my old bed
lay down my weary head
only to wake up
and find myself
here
instead
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
petals braided in her golden curls
a downright hippie child
chasing down the sunlight
with her bare feet running wild
spilling secrets from a wicker basket
that i picked up one day
to quell my curiosity
amongst the trees that sway
it whispered sweet songs in my ear
and filled my heart with honey
it taught me to feel colorfully
and smile when it gets sunny
i hope, one day, i’ll pay her back
wherever she may be
amongst the fairies or the leaves
wherever she feels free
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
I suppose I should be a star-gazer.
Expectant of everything,
As the stars are mapped and shown
To their place every night.
But it seems as though
Everyone has seen Hailey's Comet
And I've yet to see an asteroid.
Always waiting, waiting.
Is it such a task?
I place myself
At every possible spot.
Years and years pass - nothing.
Just a glimpse, just a drop
Of that euphoria of the first time,
The first wistful look into
The eyes of such a wonder.
But it moves away from me.
Every **** time.
Seeing the flaws
And jagged downfalls within me.
I am just a simple star.
He is the comet.
Never shall the two touch.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
I have a feeling
That I can comprehend
In my deepest thoughts your are
More than just a friend.
I wouldn't want to
Rush us now
As love we explore
But there's a growing love inside
That we just can't ignore.
I love the times we
Spend together. We are comfortable
And free. I think of you when we are
Alone. I think of you and me.
We have a share
Secrets to uncover. There's more
To life then we will both discover.
I love you always.
I'll love you when you're dumb,
I'll love you when you're smart,
I'll love you anyway you are,
Right from the start.
I'll love you if you're tall
I'll love you if you're short,
I'll love you if you're pretty,
Or just an ugly dork.
I'll love you if you're toothless,
I'll love you if you're blind,
Anything that's wrong with you,
To me you'll be fine.
My heart is opening up now,
Unlike it used to do,
I see the pain that's in your heart
And sometimes I feel it to.
I'll love you tomorrow,
I'll love you today,
I'll love you forever,
And forever always.
Hailey L. Sturgill. 10/12/2016.
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
When you write a poem
It makes **** more real
The emotions
Come to life
And you feel
Everything
All over again
Tears resurface
Anger bubbles over
All that ****
Comes back
Into existence
When all you wanted
Was for it
To go away
Forever
That's why
You wrote the poem
You wanted
All the ****
Gone
Banished
But writing it
Makes it real
All over again
Maybe that's
Why people
Don't write anymore
Maybe that's
Why people
Stop feeling things
Then they
Don't have
To feel them
Again
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 5:16 PM UTC