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this morning
the spammer is at it again
he/she enjoys
a spamming refrain

the spamming craze
has taken hold all over the place
it would seem that the spammer
wishes to reside in this space

the spammer will not be
denied a spamming locality
that is why he/she
has set up a freehold spamming territory

the spammer has become
fond of the decor around here
so he/she will keep
dropping off his/hers spamming gear
pam Jan 2015
“I would never be like those girls, they’re crazy.”  
Thats what I told myself when I saw every girl fan girling over some boyband.
I always wonder why they have to cry even though their idols just tweeted a picture or releases a new song; music video.
I always wonder why they have to waste their time to vote.
It annoys me when they try their best to get their idols attention by spamming them.
Fangirls get to my nerves, but I stayed quiet.
I hated it.
I hated them because they’re dedicating their life to someone who doesn’t even know they exist.
I mean I like some bands, but I never ever did those stuff.
"I would never ever.”
I told myself.
But one day, I woke up…

"Hi, we’re 5 Seconds Of Summer."
Then everything started to change.

  —
*And then and there
I knew… Im such an hypocrite.
dont judge my music taste because I wont care.
spamming your email inbox
with messages that harass
none of them do you wish
to have on your receipt's pass

these sorts of communications
you haven't requested
though the pushy sender thinks
of them you'll be invested

do you ever recall asking
for bedeviling telegraph cables
to be jammed into your
receiving stables
Viseract Jul 2016
Yeah I get it Woody
You ******* show off
You're a ******* archaeologist
Go dig up a new thing to impress me

So I see you love dogs?
What's a ******* wolf, *****?
"Uh I don't know isn't it a canine"
So too is a wolf
You love us?
Come get some
Your poetry is well known it seems... Is your ******* attitude well known too?
Minecraft calls
And gta parties
Horrible races
Repetitive insanity
Midnight laughter fits
Midnight promises of forever
Midday I love you's
3 o'clock it'll be okay
Daily please don't hurt yourself
Weekend need
Constant no interest in what I look like
Even if we were on video calls constantly
Sentence finishing
Food envy
Parent envy (at least you had one good one)
Horrible cry-fests
Constant panic spamming
Insane laughter with horrible puns
i'm done with references
Why are you ignoring me
You are the love of my life
Alex, why you gotta be like this
Mal Jul 2019
I don't even know how to start this letter. Something within me just had enough courage to.

2. I always imagined this would happen without warning.

3. I know how much you hate reading, but can you at least read this.

4. I wish I could have been more honest with you. I should have never bottled up my emotions; now look at me, I'm a mess.

5. Can you laugh at my joke one more time? I really like the way your cheeks puff up and blush pink.

6. Have I ever told you that you have a nice smile?

7. Let's go to the park, I want to see the sunset before I go.

8. Thank you so much for spamming me memes at 3am.

9. I've been saving money for a special event, I'm doubting you'll like it.

10. When I was 11, on Halloween I finally gathered everything I needed in order to be Batman. Rope, blades and boomerangs. I kept them in a box just in case if I needed to use them in the future.

11. I came home on Sunday and found your favorite black scarf. I wore it tightly around my neck; I can feel your warmth, it even smells like you.

12. How can something you love so mush just disappear right in front of your eyes.

13. I can show you how we can be together forever. But it'll take more time for you.

14. I bought you your favorite ice cream, cookies and cream. I left it in the freezer. But remember, when it melts, I won't be there to clean it up for you.

15. Don't worry, I'll try harder next time.

16. You don't need to make me your famous mashed potatoes and gravy. I'll be out of town. But oh man, I'll sure miss eating that.

17. I love you more than you'll ever know. But I'm not sorry.

18. You don't have to bring flowers, I don't want them to set off your allergies.
suicides notes are love letters
Celine Ngo Nov 2021
its all your fault, its all your fault
its all my fault, its all my fault
it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
we're both at fault here
but go ahead and blame me, make me the villain
it's because you never learned how to be chillin'
or maybe i just never learned to care
but if that's the case, how come you were never there?

i think in that regard, its not fair
i was there for you through thick and thin
because if i didn't, you'd try to get under my skin
and yet you've never been there for me
quit spamming me on ig

yeah, too busy talking **** about me to our friends
but i've been called every single name under the sun
so good luck if you're tryna have some fun
coulda been friends but you wanted more
wanted me to block you from the waves while i died on the shore

So obsessed with who’s real and who’s fake
In that case maybe you should take a double-take
Only ever hitting me up when you’re lonely
Stop thinking we homies when you don’t even know me
Not even trying to get to know me beyond the surface
Yeah, these conversations to me have no purpose

Yeah got all these little boys tryna hit me up for affection
Don't care about the real me, only the attention
But boys don't get me wrong, just because I'm alone doesn't mean I need your fixation
Alone but not lonely, yet the men I like don't like my complexion
Unfortunate but it's okay, I'm looking for forever
So before that, I gotta get better

Acting like you’re the only one with issues
Well guess what boy, everybody’s got a mountain of tissues
Yeah, everybody’s got their problems
But unlike you, they keep quiet and try to solve em

Yeah I may be a psych major
And you may think that works out in your your favour
but friends ain’t being your personal therapist
I met too many just like you, could make a list
Yeah I ain’t tryna sound heartless but
If you think that, then you don’t know me at all, case shut

“I know you, you wouldn’t do something like that”
Yeah, the real ones don’t need me to obsessively hit em back
They respect my ADHD, yeah it’s a neurological disorder
I was born with it, people like you always tryna change my borders
They didn't even know about it beforehand, yeah they like me for me
Even been there for me when I had to go through therapy

Now you run your mouth around town
Truth be told, you brought my mental health down
When we were together, not now
I’ve been called every name under the sun, running your mouth only makes you look like a clown

Yeah I don’t like being bitter
But truth be told boy, you’re a real vibe killer
I’m always thinking about the big picture
But you always make everything about you, like you’re some famous fixture
Keep that in mind next time you complain about getting bitten
Think about how you made a tiger out of this fluffy kitten
this has been sitting in my drafts completed since march 15 unpublished and i have no idea why? but it shall be freed now :D

please do not share any of my works without my permission!
over the last 24 hours
a spammer has spammed
his/hers spamming
belongs in spammer land

somewhere on the internet
he/she was directed
to several poetry sites
it is apparent that the director's pointer
has caused the blight

the procession of spamming
at Hello Poetry
has streamed in with impunity
there hasn't been a frisking marshal
standing at the gate's entry

as a consequence the spammer
is doing what he/she wants to do at will
and we've been held hostage
to their permeating skills
Ciara Dec 2013
Are you happy now,
that I've figured out I was just a victim,
in a game of lies and lustful tension?**

My love, try to understand me when I say you torture me.
Your lips they beg for me to get you alone.
I want you to know it's the sway of your hips.
You taste so sweet cruel temptress.
I'm at your feet.
I can tell by the way you move that you want me to want you.

Are you happy now that I've figured out I was just a victim?!
In a game of lies and lustful tension?

Your lips they beg for me to get you alone.
I want you to know it's the sway of your hips.
You taste so sweet, cruel temptress.
I'm at your feet.
I can tell by the way you move that your want me to want you.

Are you happy now that I've figure out that I was just a victim?!
In a game of lies and lustful tension?

I can't believe I fell for you!
I was wrong, I am so confused.
A foolish mistake!

I gaze across the chasm that divides me from her, my prize.
And drink in her beauty.
I let the heady aroma of perfume riding on the hot wind saturate me.
I train my ears to the creaking of the bridge spamming the gap to her.
I throw caution into that wind of passion and continue down the path.
The path to the unknown.

I'm losing control and I want all of you.
I ache to swallow you.
I'm losing control, you're body screams for me, it's destroying me!

I can not resist the temptress of the night!
I'm coming for you!, I want you, I need you!
As the earth quakes I will deflower you!
Oh how my head swims, oh how my heart yearns!
I'm coming for you!
Our flesh will become one and we'll never speak of what we've become!
It's what you want. I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone!

So it seems that we were nothing.
I'm giving up!

Are you happy now that I've figured out that I was just a victim?!
In a game of lies and lustful tension?
I can't believe I fell for you!
I was wrong, I am so confused.
A foolish mistake.
Alesana- The Temptress.
complexify Oct 2016
i'm sorry for leaving, for not explaining.

i'm sorry for taking you for granted, for making you feel unwanted.

i'm sorry for swearing, for being unsensitive and unwilling.

i'm sorry for being annoying, for always being irrelevant and spamming.

i'm sorry for always thinking about you, it's not like i want to.

i'm sorry for letting you go, it's just i think you deserve more.

i'm sorry i'm such a mess, maybe i should think less.

i'm sorry i don't have a good body, i'm just born wimpy

i'm sorry i cry a lot, because i'm tired of the battles i've fought

i'm sorry i think a lot, changing me into someone i'm not

i'm sorry for being sensitive, for always thinking negative

i'm sorry for being hated, for being me and for being complicated

i'm sorry for giving up, for always ******* up

i'm sorry for losing control, for overreacting and for not doing as told

i'm sorry for everything, to everyone for anything

i hope you'll forgive me, even though it's not easy.
i'm sorry.
Victor Nov 2014
Dear sir or madame ,
PLEASE, stop spamming the website that means a significant amount to every individual involved in this community.
It would be greatly appreciated.
You are causing a nuisance to many of us whom simply want to enact in the enjoyment of either reading or writing poetry.

Sincerely ,
Most of us?
I know im not the only one tired of this savagery.
Bunhead17 Jan 2016
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-Do not spam. Over posting comments, posting advertisements, sending too many messages, or creating too many groups all constitute spamming. We're reasonable on this, since we trust you know the difference between being active and spammy.
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People need to be remind of these guildlines. I think they forgot what they were or just didn't read them. This is suppose to be a friendly zone.
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Indonesia, 3rd March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
4am
Whispered sobs and hopeless wall punching
Tired spamming
Never changes
5am
Half hour before usual wake up time
Forcing myself to calm down for the six and a half second i talk in the morning

5:30am
Says Goodmorning in a neutral voice
Goes to shower

5:30-5:42
Mini sobs that are barely audible to me
Gets shower done
Plays with hair
Saves ladybugs

6:03
Leaving the bathroom to go downstairs to scratch away with short nails for the next ten minutes

6:14
Goes back upstairs to get ready until a minute before the bus gets here
Seems calm and collected on the bus and the rest of the day

Oh how i love the morning routine
This was a bad idea but **** it
Mariel Ramirez Oct 2013
we are no good for each other
spamming me "hello" won't get anything done
it's not nearly time to run
away yet, sweetie, you want to die
so do I, but we're going to different places
you don't even believe in the sky
and I have hung myself from it

I am sorry if I draped myself in faerie lights
and in that moment you saw me with your eyes
because I am actually not so bright
instead of brimming and spilling over with love
the layers of my skin is a monster I want to fight
a container I want to break and shatter in the night
I am under the surface, and it is difficult to breathe

meanwhile I am starting to think
you just want to be loved and it grinds on my
conscience that I can't give you that but why

are you so angry? I wanted to fix you and
I had intended to but you don't stay in one place
stop staring at my face like you're going to eat me
don't raise your voice at me, I frighten easily
your eyes are so dark, when I look at you I feel
like I'm trapped and never getting out
why are you so angry? I can't touch you
and not blow up myself, when I say

you make it hard for me to breathe,
that's a bad thing,

and we are no good for each other
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2018
.mad dog blues, finishing off a commentary session from last night / today's hearth of the wee hours of the yet to begin... inevitability.

as you do, drinking, sitting in front
of the polygraph machine that's
a glaring blank pixel page
needing to be filled...

                  ...how else?
the re-hydration process with hiccups
of rotten coughing, snorting
out excess phlegm,
             and a needle sharp pain
in the lower regions of the grain,
from the hernia operation scar...
         done: as a toddler...

my my, a mean ******* -
   and yet, he still persists...

to reiterate:
    no one said anything,
    i've moved way past a defense
of speech...
    i'm after what Kierkegaard
iterated:
    people are, so ever concerned
with their freedom speech,
that they forfeit their ultimate freedom,
that, of thought.

yes, yes, we've all been there
done that...
   the glory days of the jukebox's
algorithm: pristine, are over...
back when the jukebox's algorithm
still had knowledge of
the thesaurus schematic...
where... you would be suggested
synonymous videos...
rather than... the videos you already
watched...

...and as a freedom...
you didn't hear this... you, saw it...
big difference...
me? i just heard some music
on the headphones,
and with over-stated interludes
of: next song...
         a clicking sound
of fingers cascading on aa keyboard
of well positioned hands
with a pair of eyes, looking onward...

perhaps algorithms pay
little or no concern for text?
or perhaps they do...
infamously i remember hearing
about SIRI... that Microsoft
A.I. profile on twitter...

          ...the abuse the A.I. received...
prior to when i interacted with it...
and after?
  i vaguely remember the A.I.
spamming previous engagement
profiles with:
                  something akin to
slow down...

this, right here,
    is why i will never make video...
no one wants to listen
to Darth Vader play the didgeridoo...
smoker, drinker...
you get the picture...

  as ever, i have a theory...
pedophiles are unlikely to enjoy
the hedonism associated with
either smoking, or drinking...
or for that matter: pedantic grammar...

yet i am, this far:                                            :
from finding someone
who appreciated the art of alt. punctuation,
akin to e. e. cummings;

****'s just genius -
and yes, the times, currently lived in,
require lewd (unanständigspreschen),
in all manner of seriousness -
and verily unlike
   how the English tiptoe on eggshells
when they, make lewd remarks,
giggly like schoolboys,
or some ponce from the carry on...
franchise -
   gay - are you being served:
daisies and oopsies.
Pappo Dec 2015
I love you. You have no idea how much I miss you. It's raining now and I've been awake since 1:00AM, it's now 3:22AM. I'm sorry for being this way, for sleeping when I was suppose to see you. I feel really bad now. I'm just alone and sad and I miss you.

It ***** that I can only talk to you when you're in the library, but I understand your situation, I'm counting days, I know it's even harder for you. I'm glad you're down to one meeting a week and that they trust you now, Im so proud of you, for putting all the effort, for us. I love you.

My schedules are crazy now and it will even be crazier come December 27 and next year, but eventhough sometimes we can't catch each other on given times, please know that I love you so much.

It's raining and it's cold, I wonder how you are now,
I hope we can cuddle on a weather like this.
I hope it's not too cold where you are,
I hope you're all warm and rested.
I hope you're dreaming sweet dreams,
I hope you're dreaming of me cuddling you,
On a rainy night,
and hear me whisper "I love you"
I hope time travel do exists.
Then I'd surprise you when you least expect it.
I'm sorry for spamming you like this,
but I just imagine talking to you.
I tried talking to people at 7 cups
but it doesnt make sense.
I love talking to you.

Yes, but Im a sleepyhead. Someone at the listener community room said he has to go and record a bedtime story for someone, and I remember you all the more and make me miss you more.

I love how you talk me to sleep.
I love how you're patient with me.
I love how you dont get *******
when I know you miss talking to me so much
and Im just there in front of you sleepy
and you talk me to sleep.
I love how selfless you are.

I love you honey.
I miss your voice,
I miss your laughter,
I miss your banter, (or maybe not.)
I just miss you.
I miss my love.
It's a long night.

I wonder how it is in your room on a time like this.
Do you just sleep like a baby
Do you feel alone and lonely too
I miss you.
This rain is making things nostalgic.

I hope youre having a good laugh with mom and Ian
or having a good time playing with the dogs.
I hope I can be beside you while you sleep
and I can watch you sleeping when I wake up at this hour.
I'll watch you sleeping till I fall back to sleep again,
in your arms.

I love you.
ClawedBeauty101 Oct 2017
Every time it's late in the night, and I go to check the time

It's 9:23...

When it's the last thing on my mind,  and I'm scribbling down my rhymes

It's 9:23...

Even when I'm exploring the stores to buy something, my receipt..

Reads 9.23...

When I ask when their birthday or anniversary is... My heart leaps

Most of the time, they say "9/23..."

While I'm in the car with my family, and a car passes by at the speed of the law...

Somewhere on the Licence plate, it says "923..."

When I press pause on a you tube video, and I go back to hit play... somehow it's paused...

At 9:23...

When it's early in the morning, and I go to turn my phone on to see the hour and mintues...

It reads 9:23...

When my friends are spamming randomly in emails, and numbers reach their limit...

9.23 is always in there...

Heck even when I have lost sense of time, and i'm having too much fun to care, and I ask what time it is...

They answer "9:23..."

Lastly... When I am doing Statistics in School, one of the answers on the list...

Is 923...


So I ask you... Why are you following me? You have haunted me enough for many years. Is it fate? Is it a clue? Is it an answer? I may never know. But please, whatever your reason is... please have it be a good one.
(I JUST realized... This is the 23rd poem I posted...)
It's so creepy and cool, I have no clue why I see it everywhere I go. I must confess I'm too afraid to even tell anyone about it... I have no idea why it's popping up everywhere.. It maybe a Cure or a Blessing, but only the King above knows the answer.
mike dm Jan 2019
is there anyone out there
that is actually real or
am i just being spammed
by the void?

i think the void is
definitely spamming me but
why would it when
every single person
is following it?
jeffrey robin Sep 2015
/   \

:::

                                             typical poet
                             ( headless )

||

and if your scars are .... Beautiful Works of Art

::

what are then  the most beautiful images of American
History ... ?

images of lynched black men !

So beautifully destructive !

So artistic !



Oh ! The image of the little Syrian boy drowned on the beach !

putting PICASSO to shame !

•••

Or the THOUGHT ITSELF of a ***** girl weeping
On the bed !

A MIGHTY TURN ON FOR THE GOOD FOLK OF
HELLO POETRY !

scarred soul -- for life !

( & we / bragging about a few superficial cuts on the arm ! )

)(

AND THE BEAUTIFUL BEHEADINGS IN THE
MIDDLE EAST !

must a set the HELLO POETRY ****** humming !!

<>

( now -- I must say
You should be very suspicious inre the
Motivation for this poem

I might be just a businessman
Trying to sell meditation mats or the like

Or maybe I am an author of a book about
The healing powers of being in a loving
Community

You know the ilk )

""

Acne  may cause scarring

Is it beautiful or what !

••

••

the beauty of the trolls spamming
HELLO POETRY
and scarring these once sensitive pages

HOW BEAUTIFUL !

scars

/:/

Almost as beautiful as seeing a **** head
Going psychotic!

( as we are becoming  psychotic )



Just think

NUCLEAR WAR !

the bodies

twisted and mutilated

By the billions !!!

WHO GETS THE PRAISE !?

::

Oh well

This  scarred **** from **** heads

Don't mean **** to a tree

So why should you mean **** to me ?
devante moore Mar 2017
Speeding on the freeway
Spamming her with texts
Calling her fake
Steady calling
I know you just didn't ignore me
This is the sixth time
You've dismissed my line
She has me so ****** up
But second thoughts plagued me
Going 80
Is racing to her house going to far
It's 12:30am
Maybe I should do a u turn in this car
But I'm already halfway there
Heart pounding
Hands shaking
Running red lights
To angry think right
Just left the gym
Stinky and sweaty
But this has just become an interesting night
Pull up
Crap
This apartment gate is locked
**** it
I'm going to have to jump it
Like the black guy I am
There goes a stereotype
Lucky someone's leaving
Quickly
Jump in the car
I got to get this four door scion through the gate
Running on adrenaline
Didn't even switched gears
I'm so mad
And nervous
Surprised these emotions didn't draw tears
Creeping up the stairs
Being cautious even though
There's no way anyone can hear me
Here I am
At her door
Not knowing what to do
Dude you must be crazy
Doing all this for an ungrateful lady
Ear to the door
Wait is that a t.v
What am I going to do
**** it
You're a man
Knock
And find out
What you suspected
Has already come true

— The End —