"trended" poems
.
A vintage year.
Especially July.
It was the last time
one of my poems trended.
PPx
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
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!
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
*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.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC
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
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
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
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
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
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
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.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
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
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
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!!!
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
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
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
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
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
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.*
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Sally
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
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
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 6:09 PM UTC
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…………
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
Yay
My poem trended today
Yay
I'm so happy I D K what to say
Except maybe
Y A Y
So there
YAY
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
This trended on July 11, 2015. Posted by Dave...
_
Listen to each breath
Be still and appreciate
Everything you have
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
"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.
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC
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.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
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!!!!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
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
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 12:35 PM UTC
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
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
**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**
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
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.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC