Hello Poetry

1310°

Raven Kuhn

Perception

For the first time,
I hold
and
I see you.

Originally a blackout poem.

#love #perception

658°

Twisted Poet

Blue eyed boy

I used to think blue eyes were pretty,
his were not.
his were not cornflower, sapphire, baby, indigo, azure,
or cloudy sky blue.
His were midnight where the light pollution from the city blocks the stars.
Iceberg, squall, hypothermia, eventual death

399°

lizie

poem no. 303

it’s selfish,
but i love
that every word i give you
turns into poetry.

350°

Cazzie

The Abdication of Man

He reclines in his brittle chair carved from his own grief,
Not very regal, but heavily resigned to the aches.
The weight of silence cleanly cuts through the air.
His hands, now mapless, no longer seek.
Memories he left behind in clouds, were few and brief.

Books cradle their breath upon the shelf.
Never once a glance as he knows their unchanging tone.
The windows screech with tempered light
As regret drips down the pale pane of ivory bones.
His posture reflects the weight of years notched in his belt.
The leather groans, stretched too thin like his sense of self.

The hour never bows a whim to beg his name.
Dust circles, never sure as to where to fall.
His suit of choice is a reliquary of loss.
Each button, a distant memory hard pressed in shame.
The air is stained
The room too small.
A silent gasp
The last breath falls.

239°

Jimmy silker

Salted through with Lenny.

It's that heavy happiness
When you're listening to Leonard
So simply expressed
Though you know he knows the big words
He'd rather talk to many
Than the cognoscenti
See there I just did it
Shame on me
Get salted through with Cohen
the beauty elementary.

218°

𝗦𝘂𝘇𝘆 𝗕𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝘆

WHY DO SOME PEOPLE

TURN INTO ZOMBIES
WHILE OTHERS JUST
ROT IN THEIR GRAVES?

Zombies are just like you and me: they crave understanding and
physical displays of love. Many ex-lesbians report that their form-
er lovers often become "zombified" before jumping off the top of
the Washington Monument (obelisk). These jilted lovers are
like ice cream that doesn't get hard or Walmart cashiers
with large **** cysts that make squatting painful.

217°

CyberInk

Cosmic Randomness

Weariness infects my soul
Randomness deflects my struggle
Years of sacrifice and compromise
Yet met by a cosmic probability
Where time and place have the final say
Whereas I was yielding in the air
The train for the lucky has departed

206°

A Vryghter

Lovesick

“I’m getting sick of it, Darling.
Poems meant for you, I mean.
I want to grow, yet my heart doesn’t.
And that’s your fault.

I want to write the forest dry,
but my head doesn’t wander.
I try to forget, will I regret it?
But the trees keep sprouting.

I’m feeling ill, my love.
‘Cause you forget my name.
I’m stuck, the trees closing me in.
I don’t have an axe. I stay.

I want to throw up words.
Get sick of paper in my mouth.
But my heart seems glued,
Repeating the same.”

A.V.

when you love someone who doesn’t love you.

#love #lovesick #darling

160°

Rose

I Will Wait

if roots can wait,
beneath the earth,
for a rain they cannot live without.

and if the stars wait,
lingering in dusk,
just to see the moon once more.

then i,
full of burning ache,
can wait too.

I will wait for you.

I'd wait for him in every lifetime

#yearning #aching #waiting #longing

156°

sonja benskin mesher

☆

if you stop writing

about me , will i

disappear?

will we be so quiet

no one will notice us,

any more?

the bear considered, thought

it may be nice.

153°

Soul-in-poetry

Blossoming death

Flower petals fall
A sweet reminder of death
Of how a flower–
Is slowly rotting away,
The second it grows petals

#tanka

145°

Zahra Ali

🌿

Breath finds its
way to the ribs.
How do we draw
love near?

proximity ♡

141°

Poetato

Such is Life

Some parts of your journey
Are only temporary
And maybe, this is one of them.

It teaches you a lesson
About losing, accepting
And at last, letting go.

It might feel heavy and dark
Yet that's where the light begins to seep in,
Slowly bringing you back home
To yourself.

Well, such is life. Imperfect, yet ours.

139°

morallygray

simple

It's as simple
as splinters in a finger
or ripples in water
feeling her fingerprints
etching her
on the back of my eyelids
the suffering of millions
condensed in a compound word
goodbye
a tear escape as she walks away
and carries itself across every terrain
hoping she'll caress it with soft hands
simply following

139°

souletry

Awfully Small.

I suffer from the chronic consequences of elongating my own obstinacy.
Every single coordinated action rises from fear
So my heart can drive in the name of patience.

something short

#time

137°

RMatheson

Ridges and Borderlines of a Suicide

Over the ridges of kettle corn chips
as some sort of enduring
piece mail attempt at balance.

It's never possible.
You are unlovable.

And if fault may lay,
it lay in me.
When I die,
early of my years,
I've gladly gone,
and am listening to music
with Noni
and Tim.

133°

Spilled little things

Doubts

Can you hear them?
They whisper,
you don’t deserve it, run, you’ll never deserve it

Or are they just in my head?
you’re going to f••• this up, run now, don’t let him catch you

You must hear them too.
Please.
Please tell me you hear them.
he only wants you because he doesn’t know you, run, before it’s too late

Or are they just in my head?
push him away, build the barricade, run, run faster than ever before, he doesn’t want you, he could never want you.

127°

Muhammad Sami Sadiq

Don't Call me Light!

You lied with grace.
I bowed with love.

You took my fire,
left me ash.

I saw your face,
and lost my faith.

You left.
Still,
you called me
light.

#light #grace #loyalty #loyal #ash #fire #love

126°

Riri

Whispers of Nature

Beneath the boughs where twilight spills its gold,
The whispering winds through blooming meadows glide.
A river sings where silent secrets fold,
And daisies nod with grace the hills can't hide.

The sky, a canvas brushed in fading flame,
Reflects in pools where dragonflies alight.
The lark ascends and calls the sun by name,
While shadows dance beneath the birch’s light.

In Nature’s hush, the soul is softly stirred—
A truth more pure than ever man has heard.

#nature #poetry #whispers #sky #truth #humankind #sun #moon #envrinoment #twilight

122°

Lawrence Hall

"I am Going to Call for a Major Investigation"

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                   “I am Going to Call for a Major Investigation…”

                             -Our Red Queen on Truth [sic] Social

In Wonderland a new oppressive conjuration -
His name is Major Investigation
Sent at our screaming queen’s instigation
To drag us all down to her police station

Beginning with Kamala, Oprah, and Bono
For somewhat disapproving of him – oh, no!
The Major will punish their laissez-majesto -
In the name of freedom their heads must go!

(But of course the irony in all this biz
Is that their heads are even larger than his)

118°

Carlo C Gomez

Day of the Bayonet

Affixed to the Lee–Enfield,
this blade, this trigger point,
stricken by ambush,
enters the melee
along the false edge,
cuts to the core,
like sympathizers of
William of Orange.

There are no daggers
apart from war,
just an ocean of
death and defeat,
its water,
its ever rising water,
swallows us whole.

#war #conflict #futility #death #victims #history #lose #trauma

115°

Nastia

Beetle

A tiny beetle
Shimmering in the sun
All the colors of the rainbow.
Like benzine spilled in the rain.

#beetle #sun #nature #rain #rainbow

115°

Asuka

Elegy Of Trust

I drank the lullabies of serpents,
Each note laced in honeyed deceit.
They slithered through the cracks of need,
Whispering warmth with daggered teeth.

I bowed to beasts with broken tongues,
Their barks were sermons in the dark.
I lit my soul to guide their way—
They left me stranded, cold and marked.

Beneath a quilt of dying wool,
I watched the hearth devour its kin.
The logs wept smoke and split in grief,
Still burning, just to warm my skin.

113°

Santiago

reflexiones en el 60

para no estar solo un rato
vine a estar con un yo
débil y quebrado
que no sabe como moverse
ni como pararse
ni que decir
a veces me sorprende
pero casi siempre me hace sentir
ganas de decirle
todo lo que me dijeron a mi
y cuando vengo de estar solo
y vuelvo a estar solo
agradezco
que todo haya terminado,
que la niebla se haya disipado,
y mis oídos ya no estén tapados
ni mis brazos dormidos.
Mi espalda lentamente deja de doler
quizás en vez de acercarme
tenga que irme lejos
y nunca
volver

112°

Shaun Yee

Lost Soul

lost soul screams into the night
filled with silent fear and ghoulish fright
waiting for a miracle for it to save
from descent to a gruesome grave

fear

111°

Cadmus Elissa

Don’t Open

🚪

If your past knocks,
don’t answer.

It’s not here to talk

it’s here to wreck
what took you years
to rebuild.

Let it knock.
Let it rot.
Let it wait.

Just don’t forget:
some doors
are better sealed
forever.

This piece is a reminder that not every return deserves a welcome. The past, especially the parts you’ve outgrown, often carries the power to unravel healing. Strength lies not in revisiting, but in refusing to regress.

#past #wounds #healing #emotional #relapse #poetic #truth #personal #growth #boundaries

110°

Amisha priya

Life

If you feel
Life is a rejection
Just thank god
You just
Escaped from
Life injection! ....

109°

Will

Wired

This skull whines in its
sagging baggage;

            toot toot toot

goes the rabble,
moving their thought
packages along

           the neural airwaves.

electrostatic convulsions
take the heart,

turning it into a neat
neon abyss

                    full of radio top 40s
and cardiological indigestion.

spectral oracles deliver their
diabetic sermons
near the kidneys--
                     It will happen soon,
             they say


and in the brain a dreamer
kicks an unpinned grenade
around and
says:

what has happened
tomorrow
was
happening today and
will happen yesterday;

and on and on
it goes.

105°

Sia Harms

out of glue

An arm's length
Of distance--
A question on
Hesistant lips.
A shake of a head,
An answer tinted
With resignation--

Because he is a fragile soul
Formed of glass and passion—
The pieces lay on their sides
—already broken.

100°

Viktoriia

touch starved

you know you're touch starved
when you start having dreams
of hugging someone
and of being hugged.

i have one at least once a week.

#connection #people #touch #life #love #compassion #emotions #understanding #relationships

95°

Kim Seul

.

I held the seashells,
sang the songs,
let the waves pull me in,
pretending I belonged.

But the tide went out,
and so did I,
footsteps fading,
hidden in the sand.

87°

shadowedsilhouette

my heart yearns for yours

he didn’t simply hold my hand
instead he cradled it between
both of his as if I was made
to be handled with care.
I didn’t dare tell him
I’ve been broken
so many times
It’s too late
to be gentle

85°

Velvet Dusk

Feelings of a SHADOW

I admired you
I always loved you
I was always grateful to you
I became your shadow
Everyone loves you
You love everyone
Except me
We share the same blood
Yet you see my like a project
Am i that unloveable
I want to be seen
To be loved
To be cared for
At least once

A shadow can feel too.Check up on your siblings never treat them like they are trash. A simple text from you can brighten up their day.

83°

abstractembarrassment

Untitled

just tell me what i mean to you

83°

hannah

Untitled

if all the creatures in the world
blinked at once
would i still exist?

81°

bleedingink

maybe

What if,
one day,
you just can't
anymore.

80°

Mia

Fingers Crossed

Hold—then take,
a stove will broil,
begging for a break.

Mask—and fake,
a dime in a fountain—
more time for you to waste.

Gift—wrapped, taped,
presently presentable,
wrecked in wake.

Task—but pace.
Asking for a pardon:
isolate.

Disconnect—show face.

If bearing teeth feels instinctual,
wishing won’t help—
it’s still not safe.

I used to have time for it.

80°

Nak

Power Creep

First came the declaration
But we were too busy clapping
Second came the rules
But we were too busy living
Third came the action
But we were too busy fighting
Last came control
And we loved the chains
We loved the silence
Let freedom ring.

79°

Shahriar Hosen

Despair

Oh gentle breeze!
don't touch me, I'm cursed.
Oh gentle breeze—
I'm not sacred enough,
I'm guilty, I'm abandoned,
I'm like a pile of trash in the holy land!
Oh gentle breeze, never touch me.
I don't want to leave you tainted!
Oh gentle breeze,
sweet gentle breeze—
Don't touch me!