#and poems on Hello Poetry

AdahY 1d

Last night I longed for the morning sun.
   I wished for its warmth; I prayed for its light.
Coz the night felt so cold; seemed so dark; stabbed so blunt.
   Indignant, why can't the morning sun brightens my sorrowed night?

At dawn, the morning sun was delivered to me.
   With its glow and radiance, its glory and beauty.
O Morning Sun, the desired one; how I wish I could stare.
   But I was humbled by your glare; shamed by your flare.

So I hid myself in the shadow of a tree.
   Peeking through the branches,
      marvelling at what I can't see.
I closed my eyes, seeking the stillness in me,
   Through my eyes it dances,
      and my heart beholding its beauty.

O Morning Sun; your love - so mighty and abundant.
   You were there through the night, in my tears and my despondent.
O Morning Sun; your love - illuminates and enlightens.
   Through the soft breeze, the sweet chirps, the elegant *****,
      the dewy grass and the earthly fragrance.
I opened my eyes as a flower abscised fell on me,
   Instantly astonished by the sight of the dancing light,
      on the leaves of the tree.
Through the lake, the sky, and millions of miles
   - yet your reflection is all I can see.
How could have I aggrieved through the night
   - when the darkness set alight in me.

Your presence is too bright, so glorious and beautiful.
   Your absence is to be felt, as guidance for the fool.
As I slipped and I fell, coz the darkness felt so cruel,
   Let the cut goes deeper, feel the pain in wakeful.

O Morning sun, ease me of my worry.
   Look up to the proud moon, reflecting your beauty.

My aching heart, my yearning soul,
A deeper cut, and weary role.
Fill me in, let me grow,
Help me out, let me flow. ❤️

A realization that what is for me has been with me all along. However, it is too bright, so I need to grow to be able to see it within me.
I accept that I need to learn, and grow. I acknowledge that all that I had to go through is a process for me to realize what is truly mine, truly me.

#light #and #dark

Cadmus 2d

Your Move

🎭

I’m the fire that craves,
and the frost that forgets.

Love me well,
and I’ll burn eternal.

Cross me once,
and I’ll silence the sun.

Your move.

This piece expresses emotional duality… the ability to feel deeply while remaining capable of complete detachment. It’s not a contradiction, but a warning: intensity flows both ways.

#emotional #extremes #poetic #duality #love #and #detachment #intimacy #distance #fierce

Cadmus 5d

Heartless

🖤

Just pray
you don’t push me far enough
to show you
how heartless I can be.

I’ve buried mercy
for those who went too deep.

I’ve smiled
while walking away from flames
I used to feed.

There’s a silence in me
darker than rage,
a calm
that doesn’t beg,
warn,
or explain.

🖤

This poem is a quiet warning cloaked in composure. It speaks to the stillness that comes not from indifference, but from practiced restraint, the kind that’s capable of cruelty, but chooses silence. Until silence becomes the sharpest answer of all.

#dark #poetry #inner #strength #emotional #boundaries #poetic #threat #silence #and

Cadmus May 20

The Fox’s Glory

🦊

Even a fox
has heroic tales to tell
Epic chases, Narrow escapes,
Bravery under Moonlight.

But,
every victory
was won
against chicken.

🐓

A satirical reflection on how those who boast the loudest often choose the weakest opponents. It mocks false bravado and the way predators dress up their predation as valor.

#satire #false #heroism #fox #and #chicken #ironic #poetry #inflated #ego

Cadmus May 21

Between Stations

🚂

We board with desire.

We return with clarity.

And somewhere between the stations,

we learn

What was attainable.

And what was worth carrying.

🚊

This poem captures the quiet transformation that time brings. We begin our journey burdened with ambition, desire, and expectation—only to return tempered by experience, having shed what we once thought essential. It’s a meditation on simplicity, loss, and wisdom.

#life #journey #aging #wisdom #dreams #and #reality #poetic #metaphor #minimalist

Junne Kimokoti May 7

CRACKS ON CLEAN FLOORS

We are smiling aren't we?We are happy,look at us!
We are walking with so much gait and grace,we certainly love our lives don't you see?
But.... you don't know what happens inside our smiles.Smiling is a strenuous exercise for me,and laughing is an act.
Yet,.....there you are.... you would **** to be me.You say you would do anything.
Oh! Poor naive you, you don't know what it's like to be me,do you? You don't know how it feels to have to pretend all your life ,and all for what,.... being born into nobility?Being married into riches,.. being related to power and influence?
My feet are exhausted from walking this life,they are swollen because I always have to step on thorns and still keep a straight face,.....to smile.You don't want that.
I am a ticking time bomb,am on edge and I feel like ..no, I know,I will snap and be gone.I am eagerly waiting for that day,weird huh? You expect me to be proud and grateful don't you? You expect me to live life to the fullest yet all I feel is emptiness,a hollow haunting echo inside of me.
Oh! I forgot,... you don't know anything, that's why am still your idle......let me just laugh to myself, for I don't think you can ever understand.

Dangers of blind admiration
What goes on for some of our idles' lives

#mystery #and #pain

Garima May 1

You made me hate tickles

you made me hate tickles
hated how you'd slid your fingers onto me and touch
and all I ever could do was laugh
hated how no-one noticed
how I was gasping for air
kicking you back hoping you'd stop

but no you continued
and you tickled me some more

my liver began to crumble
I wanted to scream " pls don't do it "
but there was no room for my words
none noticed the screams
they assumed it was just laughter

its not the tickles i hate
just the fact that now when someone touches
I flinch every time
just the fact how hugs are enlisted as
injustice crimes in my mind

no, its not the tickles I hate
just the mnemonic memory that plays in my brain
just the fact whenever its dark I somehow see your face
just that you robbed all of my innocence
with none of my consent

trying to convey one of the most traumatic thing that happened into smth pretty

#sad #songs #and #moon

Garima Apr 25

The drain

sometimes I just want it to stop
not for it to end
just enough for me to catch a little breath
just enough to keep up with the rest
just enough to laugh so hard my tummy starts to ache
just enough to enjoy those little moments, without worrying what's coming next
just enough to find myself again
just to know what I'm living for
before everything is too late

everyone is a little behind in the clock of life. don't worry love

#drained #messy #buns #and #poems

Nat Lipstadt Apr 22

Time and Poetry (Spring Cleaning)

intrguing, this global web site,
when you post at your "odd" hours,
somewhere it is early morn, or the
dreading deading of night,
late afternoon, lunchtime, and the,
this poem slow falls to the bottom of
the front page, into a Found, but Lost,
maybe, some die almost, totally untouched,
some shockingly reveberate, some holy revered,
others, break & brate, forlornly, of unlimited loneliness

this mystery I have studied, and freely admit,
after 15 years, under-the-ladder-stand, and
wisdom goes from zero to less and lesser;
it is time for spring cleaning, amidst the chaos,
in/of a turmoiled world, soiled, cleansing the
palate this year, is harder than ever, and the more
I ponder our exploding litany, I swallow acceptance
whole, pre~forgive most sins, and submit to the burden
and know this:
of time and poetry, the poetry of time,
now, more than ever, is the time for poetry

and the time is:
5:44AM
Tue 22 2025
nyc, usa
and the poem is now!

#time #and #poetry #spring #cleaning #lipstadt

Nat Lipstadt Apr 20

Gasp and Grasp and Asp: Closing Thoughts...

a little

r,

that's all I have,
a hook upon to hang my spirits,
hoping these pre~sleep morbidiities
be by gravity,
sleep drained, and my
heart restored to wholeness

<>

a tiny single letter separating,
us from them,
it is a handhold, a lifeline,
grasping something for all of us
to hold onto for balance,,
when thinking bout the
hurt we exert,
rendering me near inert:

what we do,
what we let happen,
permit, allow
the world to afflict our
children

gasp at the horrors, inflicted,
grasp the enormity of all of it,
curse my brain for this self inflicted pain,
the most vulnerable exposed
to our failures to protect
them from infections
inward and outward<
desirous of infecting

and you claim
"did your best"
with reddened gilded~guilt edged letters
a illegitimized excuse.
knowing you cannot protect them from the
evils already contained
within,
and the without,
so well hidden,
the bullying torturers,
who are their parents
who go unpunished!

who cares
whose the guit moreover,
all needy for a No, no, No!
the visiuons implanted in my brain,
beg sleep to banish them
from under my drooping eyelids,
but the lightning screams overheard,
infect my eyes,
and the sleep slowed
from
my hopeless prayers of remorse, restitution,
laying bed flat, supplicating
anyone who hears this total body cri,
and no one answers
for the guilt is widespread, broadly shared,
anyone who is parenting,
knows,
the answer will not be forthcoming
and forgiveness will not be granted
by yourself
to yourself
from yourself
for forgiveness
for this
one on the list of multicipity of sins
committed,
is not attainable...

and to sleep,
bit by an asp.
who delivers a certain kind of respite,
perchance, not to dream,
is my only hope...

Saturday,
2/19/25
10:00PM

#gasp #and #grasp #closing #thoughts #lipstadt