effy - Hello Poetry

effy Apr 2018

Untitled

The stars are too beautiful to be seen in the dark
And just like the stars we can also be beautiful
Even in our darkest hours

Jun 2016

ryn

Basslines

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The soundtrack to life deserves the most wicked of baselines.
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#life #concretepoetry #hellopoetry107 #baselines #basslines #bassclef

May 2016

Michael Blonski

Note to Self

Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars

wow! I'm so honored to have been selected for the daily. I feel like there are far more deserving writers than I!
Thank you everyone for reading my work and all the lovely comments.
Please use the tags below to read some great works from great people :)
-MB

#poetfreak #poetfreaks

May 2016

XIII

Unseen-zoned

I write poems
that are dedicated
to people
who will never read it.

..or appreciate it.

effy Apr 2016

Untitled

Her voice sounds light yet mourning
Her rosy cheeks faded
As the huge amount of rain falls for days
She has black bright eyes
That can tell you a hundred stories
Her dark red velvet lips
That bleeds words of empathy is shut open
Her lanky carved body
is filled with scars of storms
and hurricane that she had survived.

Feb 2016

Juan Minaaaaaa

Breathe In

I like to look
out the window
and count how
many rooms stay
lit
after midnight,
on a sunday night.
how many souls
breathe
despair & anxiety.
how many people
lay
and execrate their
following morning shift.
how many people's
child keeps them
zombified
at night.
how many people
just
don't care...
it's 2 in the morning,
and it's
nice being me.

#poem #night #**** #writing

effy Aug 2015

Untitled

I reckon staring vividly
In your none expression
carve of perfectness
And as you gaze back
You leave an awe
of mélange misery

It's cringe, cliche and stupid
To fancy you this much
But I am trapped here
Here, in the universe
You've created
And only I could see,
Only I would feel,
Only I would ever know
How this galaxies
and stars will revolve
repeatedly into nothingness...

/J