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"trended" poems
. A vintage year. Especially July. It was the last time one of my poems trended. PPx
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May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
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SweetPea! she put my poem "The Rain Unseen" (which was posted a long time ago) on a few of the collection sites she went back into my archives to find it! it happens to be one of my favorite poems! there are many people who do this. SweetPea just gave me an inspiration what if we did this: rather than ♥ing a recent poem go back into a poet's ARCHIVE and look for a worthy buried treasure? (a good poem which never trended) like, and REPOST and put on the appropriate collections I had a wonderful response because a lovely poet reposted a write I'm very proud of Thanks to all who have done this for me in the past also YOU ARE ALL WONDERFUL!
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
thank you
*A little nod to Joseph Seamon Cotter, Jr.* *As I lie in bed, Flat on my back; There passes across my ceiling Last year’s thoughts and flashing lights of passing cars* Three hundred and sixty days of things: clusters: Horrifying stories of battered women and abuse children Sickening parents with mental issues trended across the globe: And a new seasons of Law-in order special Victim’s unit on Netflix Teenagers and adult on a summer cruise: party hard: Sunday church goers grasping the holy bible so tight to their ***** like a stick of dynamite golden heirloom Girls under twenty in their fashion nova curves club outfits Leaving nothing to the imaginations: the old men will live longer: According to National Statistics estimates: without their pacemakers As I lie in bed, Flat on my back; There passes across my ceiling, Last year’s thoughts and flashing days of Mishaps and misery on my job As this coming year draws nearer, I pray That I will find a way Out of this path I have chosen.
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Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
Ceiling Thoughts
To all those that were reading my last piece,'Split personality' I had to take it down sadly after it had trended to a hundred reads in 3 hrs. But I wrote quickly and used the word 'cohabit' without realizing what it implied... you throw that in with 'brotherly loyalty' and the whole piece just reads a lot gay... now, I'm not hating on gay people... I just don't swing that way, wouldn't want my poems to give off the wrong impression... all said and done... I have just had a good laugh at my own expense hahahahaha
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Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
hahahahahaha... the difference one word can make
Path trended and passed In silence they weep and act Aisle after aisle a memory sung Trespassed as eventful melody Spears of death sink inwards Body trembles as it fades away A belong to the bare soiled ground As the whispers of the wind evaporate I lost my shoes, my clothes all torn Blended in moulded formed horns Knees crashed on the pebbles I recite my said and unsaid repentance The bricks, blocks and boxes boast Rising above the past I long lost As the heat rise, they make passion A traction, the subtractions,a surmise The sunrise once bright disappears The lens clogged in blurry vision A bird within flutters and mutters Drifty as the phone once held slide Out of reach, out of touch, outer tours Over sensed danger, the blackened day Liberated in clear skies,unclouded reforms The pounded bells echoes lullabies of calm
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
The Said and The Unsaid
I been writing like a mad man and had my works passport get stamped in multiple countries . Australia,  Italy , Germany , England, Indiana . Okay Indiana was more a state run mental institution but I was published there none the less and I liked finger painting graham crackers and crazy women so probs to them. I mean I didn't want to visit there or anything no offense but im not a big fan off fields and chainsaw art . I stayed busy flask in pocket and my mind constantly towards the page . I had gained respect but still I always found my way home . For better or worse Hello has been the house that me and few other writers built I was here from day one i'm the flaw you just can't hide . Everyone's favorite black sheep and all around lovable train wreck. My place was permanent . Like me or hate me you couldn't ignore me . Well you could try but I usually won people over or annoyed them to the point of blocking me and joining the witness relocation program but enough about my past relationships . I was taking some time off from three months straight of chasing publication. I posted a write at this place I called home for so many years . It was solid as a brick **** house . Then some kid posted a write that was total **** but had a pic of her cleavage in the restroom mirror . It trended in two seconds had a bunch of ***** ******** telling lies in vague hopes to see more . I knew the ship wasn't sinking it long since met its demise on the icy dark oceans floor . You just can't compete with ******* I set my sails to the closest port . I would share some drinks and maybe see some familiar faces . I believe a pirate is better suited to roam than be food for the ***** . My future is in the wind not lost within the depths . Stay crazy hope are ships pass in the night . And if ever we find ourselves in the same port . First rounds on you . Never sit and wait for decay on any level will consume you . Stay crazy Gonz
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
The Future Of Me Here
I been writing like a mad man and had my works passport get stamped in multiple countries . Australia,  Italy , Germany , England, Indiana . Okay Indiana was more a state run mental institution but I was published there none the less and I liked finger painting graham crackers and crazy women so probs to them. I mean I didn't want to visit there or anything no offense but im not a big fan off fields and chainsaw art . I stayed busy flask in pocket and my mind constantly towards the page . I had gained respect but still I always found my way home . For better or worse Hello has been the house that me and few other writers built I was here from day one i'm the flaw you just can't hide . Everyone's favorite black sheep and all around lovable train wreck. My place was permanent . Like me or hate me you couldn't ignore me . Well you could try but I usually won people over or annoyed them to the point of blocking me and joining the witness relocation program but enough about my past relationships . I was taking some time off from three months straight of chasing publication. I posted a write at this place I called home for so many years . It was solid as a brick **** house . Then some kid posted a write that was total **** but had a pic of her cleavage in the restroom mirror . It trended in two seconds had a bunch of ***** ******** telling lies in vague hopes to see more . I knew the ship wasn't sinking it long since met its demise on the icy dark oceans floor . You just can't compete with ******* I set my sails to the closest port . I would share some drinks and maybe see some familiar faces . I believe a pirate is better suited to roam than be food for the ***** . My future is in the wind not lost within the depths . Stay crazy hope are ships pass in the night . And if ever we find ourselves in the same port . First rounds on you . Never sit and wait for decay on any level will consume you . Stay crazy Gonz
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Water ebbs and flows like the gentle breeze Tourists lounge in chairs, watching with practiced ease Bright blue skies dotted with clouds roll by *** in hand, I sit and let out a contented sigh Flashing back to the times of years long past When wiffleball, sleepovers, and cookouts trended; not the latest reality cast When movies, delivered pizza , and cake felt like the perfect day And no one obsessed  over what social media had to say Let’s bring back the joy of those  pure summer days With nothing to do but let them pass in a daze A fog over my mind, past worries but a whisper Looking forward to good memories  with my brother and sister Whether school-age or not, what a great time of year Visits await with friends and relatives; vacation is drawing near Take a moment just to savor it and let that feeling stay For life will roll in like the tide and try to take it all away.
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Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
Ocean
I want to pour my soul into your mouth, until you gag it is my shame that stops me, I am ashamed of my own longing the still pink part of my heart that beats for you my water- logged lungs, the legs that have trended water for so long, kicked from under me and I do not know the difference, between riding out the waves, or drowning anymore
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Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
Fluid Intake
I wanted to thank you all for reading, commenting and enjoying my poems. This site mean the absolute world to me. A year ago ago today, I was told to deal with my metal illness myself. I decided to sign up for this website Hello Poetry. I sent in a crabby poem (My Friend Fear) and within hours I was accepted. I then wrote Depression is my Soulmate ( on my mothers birthday.... Happy Birthday Mom) That was the first poem I wrote just for this site. I thought it was too sad and went to delete it. To my surprise it trended and had so many amazing comment. Now that poem is at 8.5k views! Although that sad depressed little girl had no idea how worse things would get. You all helped me build myself back up. Through my eating disorder or suicide note you all have given me so much love and support. Thank you!! I cant forget "It" I wrote that while having a panic attack outside of a store that my mind wouldnt let me go in. To have that poem reach so many people makes me tear up ...just thank you. I couldn't write this without mentioning the greatest part of my Hello Poetry experience. I met my rock, my other half, my favorite person, my bestest of friends.... Jules You will here this whole speech all over again because its soon our one year anniversary too. Thank you Hello Poetry for letting me met the best person I've ever known. I couldn't have survived last year without all of you... thank you!!!
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Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Thank you Hello Poetry... (not a poem)
I really don't get Why my poem WOAHIFOUNDAGRAPE trended because it was so INSANELY weird... But I mean, not to complain... It's just a little strange and it makes me concerned about the human race... Anyway. I have made it to 50 followers Plus an odd (and worrisome) amount of my poems have trended And most of them make literally NO SENSE Seriously. It was like I was high on grapes when I wrote them That brings tears to my eyes Just a little small-tree-adhesive-sloth like me And I feel so accepted in the human world And all of your likes, comments, follows and reposts mean the world to a little furry adhesified animal like me :') So thank you for that I love you all! <3 -LOVE THE ADHESIVE SLOTH
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Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
I don't understand
You're right Apologies are too late What makes you think You can just cone back like this I remember it alright If I had it It'd be smoldering ashes I don't play around You messed up You lied You don't love me You don't treat someone you love The way you treated me I wish I had never found your poems Never started reading But not always Just when I'm angry And it's been a while I almost forgot Remembered you for a second Tried to tell you I trended Hot dog I trended And I remembered Being so excited to tell you I was so ridiculous You were just that guy Who wrote me love poems A long time ago I used to want to say Hey. I miss you
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Apologies Died Long Ago
by KARL SIMON S. CHUA Not telling you How many years 187 followers Following back 144 125 total works posted here 19 persons collaborated 57 works trended (45.6%) 1 work as a daily (0.8%) So what? I hope I inspired I hope I made you smile I hope I made your days As you all made mine Going away Thanks for everything.... ©Karl Simon S. Chua 2015 *A farewell piece from Karl Simon Chua....a fellow Filipino I am so proud of. His decision to leave HP has saddened me, but he has his reasons. I am sorry I could no longer persuade him to do otherwise. He is a fine, talented poet, versatile, very promising, armed with a good sense of humor. He definitely, will be missed.* --------------------------- -------------- Sally
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Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
STATISTICS
There is a Gaping Chasm between The Popular and the Artistic... I have many Popular Pieces That have trended in the end Just as many Aesthetics, passed by But if you take the Time you Find Amazing things upon my mind So Take the time to View as you Peruse To Places, and Faces, All totally New With. a new eye to see when you do All the Work here is licensed under the Name ®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
Poetic Perusals
I want to write a poem as long as California Nope, I want to write a poem as short as his ***** As short as a stump: When we think of bravery Right away we think of the soldier, the hero: When we think of his behavior its reflects on His upbringing that influenced his character The mouth that eats salt and pepper Would thirst for water: it craves the attention When I think of eating some fishcakes, I immediately think of the bones That sensation of something stuck in my throat, then sudden death They is an action, and a reaction I want to write a poem that is going to outlive the pecker But as trended as hate crimes…………
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
A Poem As Short As The Pecker
Yay My poem trended today Yay I'm so happy I D K what to say Except maybe Y A Y So there YAY
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
YAY
This trended on July 11, 2015. Posted by Dave... _ Listen to each breath Be still and appreciate Everything you have
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Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Stillness
"A little water clears us of this deed." We wait and we wonder If he will show. He trended too soon, perhaps. A sinus rhythm about to plateau. "I have a score to settle," He said with his last dying breath. Nevermind the hearsay, We witnessed with our own eyes, He dripped like blood. And now we'll sleepwalk With Lady Macbeth, Looking over our shoulder For any sound of his return. A time of iniquity, Reckoners by proxy. Put them to bed, Now they are dreams Descending into madness.
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
The Whether Man
I've been seven months I've posted Forty-Two poems here Forty-Two pieces of me Thirty-Four of those have trended. I have had ten-thousand-sixty-five views and three-hundred reactions In only seven months thank you, every one.
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Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
Seven Months Later
Dying to be born/ by me...such longing, unbearable bonding you seek yet none to be had!!! Miserably happy, intensively sad! A freak to be alive. All motivational gatherer's gather to one drum, where day meets thy sun in snow tatted sty's. Where the wind gets heavy, your souls longing stays abliged... The weathering of rainbow colors comes politely to what one shall meet, these beings seen as if actors, not your typical doctors and lawyers. These cuddled ways not your atypical streets! Soo/many Starer's, none farer than that blossoming I miss the most! Is it Me or they who have gone over trotted? I guess its all I suppose... The smallest things to make man appreciate what he had, the child born to his fatherless widow, or unpopulaters from the trended fad! What a loss we all were when it came to finding our other half's, when light meets the darkness, between thine good and thy bad!!!!
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
dying to be born
When every night becomes a lullaby On the trail down the trended woods under the conifer tree that withers euphoria overlooks inside the trance a transverse of the crossed distance When summer surrenders at the eclipse and the embers of your light ignite I feel your breathe nearer, closer to thee where our souls speak and puts the world to rest lost under the treasures of undiscovered seas These days I stay at the same point drenched, lost in the subsidized slide Searching your heart ohh my love the whispers burnt out in the cold together with unsaid words and mysteries
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Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
Surrender at the eclipse
doubt creeps into me it's been months since one of my poems have trended why is my writing no longer resonating with people? does hello poetry hate me? should I just stop writing on this site? irrational questions flurry trough my mind. i take a deep breath and listen to my heart. I write because it's what I do, and I share my writing so that I may be helpful to someone else which includes me helpful to me. I write because my heart to ease my doubt I write to connect with the Creator I write, so I do not drown in my words I breathe more deeply and let go of comapiring  myself to others I do not need outside validation to experience that I am a child of the Beloved so I "let go and let God" I'll keep coming back to Hello Poetry and keep writing to be true to my own heart thanks for letting me share
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
creeping in
**Okay, so this isn't really a poem. I just thought I should say thank you because SOCIETY TRENDED! How is that even possible? I know some of you make think it's not a big deal, but to me it is. I've always been a person in the shadows, I was bullied and taunted for the things I liked because they were different. Things a kid normally doesn't like. Society (heheh word play) puts up these walls and only lets us in if we have a VIP pass. Well, I didn't. I was asked to choose a stereotype and I choose none because stereotypes aren't real. They're just illusions from society that we created to make ourselves less confused. I'll most likely have a poem about stereotypes some time soon, but that's not what I'm here for. Thank you for making 'Society' trend and thank you for your lovely comments! They're so amazing to read and I love you all! <3 I came on this site only to follow some people who's poems inspired me, I didn't know that when I put my own poems out for the world to see that I'd get this feedback! Thank you so much and keep doing you, boo! <3**
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
This isn't a poem
Every time I go onto my page on Hello Poetry I get nothing but love and encouragement. Sometimes the kind things people say to me on there are enough to make me cry because it is nothing but love on there. I give love. I receive love. I have gotten to know a lot of people on that site through words. Me and all of the people that I talk to have a love for words. We just let our hearts free without any fear of judgement because everyone understands you. Most of us writers can only reveal ourselves through words. We share our demons, our secrets and our pain to total strangers and instead of being torn down, we are being encouraged to rise up. That is such a beautiful, powerful thing. Whenever I share a poem, it doesn't have to make sense, it can be just a bundle of confused words full of emotions I can't get out and there is always someone who reads it and says "Mandie, I hear you. You are going to be okay and you may not think people get you but we do. We got your back." I am never afraid to let myself get personal on my page because I know that whether people agree with me or not, I won't get any hate for how I feel. It's so nice to be able to do what I love and be loved for who I truly am on the inside. To be around other writers who see the world the way I do, who have the same goal and they have a huge love for people who are different, it's just wonderful. I don't know how long I have been searching for a place to just be without anxiety or fear of being bashed. I have finally found my safe place and I am so grateful. There are no words to describe my love for Hello Poetry and the people who have chosen to come into my life and just love me. It's not about the number of followers or the number of poems that have trended, it's more than that. It's an appreciation for a part of myself no one wants to get the chance to know. It just feels so good to be accepted by amazing people and know that I have a safe place to go to when things get too intense and crazy for me to handle.
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Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Hello Poetry, I Love You
Every time I go onto my page on Hello Poetry I get nothing but love and encouragement. Sometimes the kind things people say to me on there are enough to make me cry because it is nothing but love on there. I give love. I receive love. I have gotten to know a lot of people on that site through words. Me and all of the people that I talk to have a love for words. We just let our hearts free without any fear of judgement because everyone understands you. Most of us writers can only reveal ourselves through words. We share our demons, our secrets and our pain to total strangers and instead of being torn down, we are being encouraged to rise up. That is such a beautiful, powerful thing. Whenever I share a poem, it doesn't have to make sense, it can be just a bundle of confused words full of emotions I can't get out and there is always someone who reads it and says "Mandie, I hear you. You are going to be okay and you may not think people get you but we do. We got your back." I am never afraid to let myself get personal on my page because I know that whether people agree with me or not, I won't get any hate for how I feel. It's so nice to be able to do what I love and be loved for who I truly am on the inside. To be around other writers who see the world the way I do, who have the same goal and they have a huge love for people who are different, it's just wonderful. I don't know how long I have been searching for a place to just be without anxiety or fear of being bashed. I have finally found my safe place and I am so grateful. There are no words to describe my love for Hello Poetry and the people who have chosen to come into my life and just love me. It's not about the number of followers or the number of poems that have trended, it's more than that. It's an appreciation for a part of myself no one wants to get the chance to know. It just feels so good to be accepted by amazing people and know that I have a safe place to go to when things get too intense and crazy for me to handle.
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