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A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices ... Request an invite - Hello Poetry. Eliot. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Request an invite to join. Request an invite to join. We're invite-only to keep our community of writers small. Please submit a piece of your own and our moderators will review it as soon as possible. Starving Artist Nov 2020. Self-Medicating. Tightly closed eyes spark imagination Finding some place that is safe Safe from broken glass and shattered hearts A place that is not so fragile Trembling hands go numb They search for something familiar Hoping to stumble upon comfort Something to give them feeling Holding back venomous secrets My lips ...Resilient, despite the scars etched upon our souls. As he raises his vibrational frequency, inch by sacred inch. 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We'll drink too much coffee, smoke too many cigarettes, stay ...I'll never be the same. You could take my clothes and, before I froze, I'd feel no less ashamed Still I chase the winter breeze on passed the candle lit windows and tall Oak trees.. And at the tail end of the wind, I roam where nowhere feels like home.. It's cold out here. #mentally #sick.My nights are crying. Mom, my tomorrow is darker than yesterday. Mom, my dreams are a nightmare today. Mom, I'm still Alone. Mom, my voice is the moan of my nights. Mom, when you went, I drowned in this swamp. Mom, you are not, and …Dear lord, Lead me away. Hurt still greets me In the hours of day. My loss of love Was extraordinary pain. And all that’s left is Your ghostly remains. #breakup #loss #love #relationships. Continue reading... Chelsea Quigley 5d. …Become a member. The Bitcoin Serenity Prayer (Bitcoin Poem 080) Parody of The Serenity Prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr. At the threshold of forever, together with you. 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Now you lie, Wet in your tears. Trying to hide away from your fears. As your fear, Is you and I. Fine. I guess i'll keep you with me, For life.Insomnia. Come sleep do not avoid me I am not your mortal enemy as you are not mine let us shake on it in darkness and meet again when it is light without this constant restless fight of turning pillows in endless night visit me, comfort me, set me yawning we can talk some more, tomorrow morning. #sleep #insomnia.Lorelei 7d. Spring's secret. The rain pipes whisper The spring’s secret in the wind Let me catch it in my wings And flutter it in the world So everybody learns how to blossom. #spring #rain. Continue reading... MsTruth Mar 3.Mar 6, 2024 · Hello Poetry. Since May 2009, Hello Poetry has offered an uncluttered aesthetic to readers and writers of poetry. This peaceful community provides a space for writers to share their poems, gain feedback, and read others’ work without the clutter of ads or destructive comments. Members can leave constructive criticism, praise, or even “give ...The Big Range, of Harms. With lurid eyes, of sunken white. My hollow heart, empty veins A shade of black, within me: Colors dark as night. And the flame I have been kindling, #lurid #sunken #hollow #empty #shade #flame #kindling #sad #nihilistic #aching. haiku 23/1/8b.In the silence of my being, I find my peace. Like butterflies, free and light, my soul flies far and wide. The peace within me, so tender and beautiful, like the wings of a butterfly in the sunshine. My heart beats gently, in harmony with the world, my … betrayal poems betrayal collections. Ingrid Angelica Custodio 47m. The Arsonist. I wandered back to the scene of the crime. I remember all that transpired from that night. As I was making my way across, the bridge went up in flames. And the smoke still lingered even after all the tomorrows came. I saw the match from your hand. Sylvia Plath. The Moon And The Yew Tree. This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their … And fare thee weel, my only luve! // And fare you well, my only love! And fare thee weel a while! // And fare you well, awhile! And I will come again, my luve, // And I will come again, my love, Tho' it were ten thousand mile! // though it were ten thousand miles! Keywords/Tags: Scot, Scotland, Scottish poem, modern English translation ... The Big Range, of Harms. With lurid eyes, of sunken white. My hollow heart, empty veins A shade of black, within me: Colors dark as night. And the flame I have been kindling, #lurid #sunken #hollow #empty #shade #flame #kindling #sad #nihilistic #aching. haiku 23/1/8b. Malia 5d. Daffodil. Hello yellow Daffodil, as you scatter Like the sun. 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So many pages stained with black coffee, so many poems limned with doting prose. I've dreamt the fragrance of warm linens, your patterned quilt and sleepy eyes. Ever so slowly, the pink-clad nimbus wheels across lavender skies.Poems about Saying hello at the world's largest poetry site. Ranked poetry on Saying hello, by famous & modern poets. Learn how to write a poem about Saying hello and share it! HOMELESS POETRY These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless. Epitaph for a Homeless Child by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Homeless Us by Michael R. Burch The coldest night I ever knew the wind out of the arctic blew long frigid blasts; and I was you. I saw a cloud One lonely whispy cloud In the very blue sky The edge was on fire...it was blushed Peach I looked again... I saw a cloud On fire...for just a moment The sun had kissed the cloud Goodbye for the day On the right edge of it lips On the edge of its smile The clouds smile Then I looked away And pretended not to notice. I couldn't see you, for the fences and walls surrounding me. The truth is I wouldn't have been able to, it didn't matter As hard as you tried to love me, I had to love me too. I had never learned how unfortunately So when I said "I love you" I loved you the same way I loved me, so conditionally.HP Writers Spotlight: Lori Jones McCaffery. ~ November 2023 HP Poet: Lori Jones McCaffery Age: 84 Country: USA Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Lori. Please tell us about your background? Lori: "I was born Loretta Yvonne Spring in a tarpaper shack on Lone Oak Road, Longview Washington, on New Years Day in 1939.ZT Jun 2015. Alam Ko (Tagalog) Kung alam ko lang na mamimiss kita nang ganito, Hindi na sana ako umalis. Kung alam ko lang na ganito pala kasakit, Hindi na sana kita binitiwan. Kung alam ko lang na mahuhulog ako sayo nang ganito ka lalim, Hindi na sana kita minahal Pero ang totoo ay, Alam ko... Matagal ko nang alam, Alam na alam ko Pero..HP Writers Spotlight: Lori Jones McCaffery. ~ November 2023 HP Poet: Lori Jones McCaffery Age: 84 Country: USA Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Lori. Please tell us about your background? Lori: "I was born Loretta Yvonne Spring in a tarpaper shack on Lone Oak Road, Longview Washington, on New Years Day in 1939.The sun's warmth seeps through my skin while my tears grow heavy and fall, first a drop, then a release while the humidity billows up. In this suspended moment, I see gold lining the buildings and the leaves sparkle below. I start to dissolve as I see the warm, gilded picture of everything, all at once.Otherwise, you may send us email at @hellopoetry.com . We aim to respond to all messages.ALL ARE HEAVEN'S DOVES. TOD HOWARD HAWKS May 2023. ALL ARE HEAVEN'S DOVES. One strand of your hair, one kiss of your neck, one whiff of your fragrance, one touch of your cheek-- all make me meek. One brush of your lips, one moment in your arms, one moan of your arousal, one cry of your pleasure-- all are my treasures.Anne Sexton. ******* at Forty. I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its life I feel the November of the body as well as of the calendar. In two days it will be my birthday and as always the earth is done with its harvest. This time I hunt for death, the night I lean toward, the night ...Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. #self-esteem #self-encouragement. #self-esteem poetry: xxx.Aa Harvey May 2019. Water monkeys. Water monkeys Monkeys jump on all the rocks And as the water flows, neither can stop Because like water, the monkey knows, That if it stops, it will be gone. The water would evaporate And if the monkey slips, it would be too late. The water monkey is clean at heart.Ahh, but when the sun sets and I know I'll soon find sleep, in the face of the moon and the stars above me, it never seems to fail memories of you return to me. Because I don't really think of you anymore, unless I'm dreaming. Just a sweet little poem I wrote this morning. #love #sweet #missing #longings.Become the balefire that lights their map home. Put an end to their aimless roam. The lost ones have all become lanterns with you. The veils melt away as the collective light shines true. The map of my hands was never for one. The paths and roads intertwined us together to become the sun. Heaven. #heaven #lantern.Aa Harvey May 2019. Water monkeys. Water monkeys Monkeys jump on all the rocks And as the water flows, neither can stop Because like water, the monkey knows, That if it stops, it will be gone. The water would evaporate And if the monkey slips, it would be too late. The water monkey is clean at heart. The best place to read and share poetry on the internet Maghahanda ako, Ihahanda ko ang sarili ko, Na ang puso ko'y tatayuan ko ng pader, Na papalibot dito, Dahil pagod na kong masaktan, At nahahapo na ang aking katawan. Maghahanda ako, Na ibaon ang bawat alaala. Ang tamis nang bawat halik, Ang kuryenteng dumadaloy sa aking katawan, Mga labing bumubuhay nang aking kamalayan.Anne Sexton. ******* at Forty. I was thinking of a son. The womb is not a clock nor a bell tolling, but in the eleventh month of its life I feel the November of the body as well as of the calendar. In two days it will be my birthday and as always the earth is done with its harvest. This time I hunt for death, the night I lean toward, the night ...She won't be Gatsby because I'll never be a Daisy. She won't be the moon because I'll never shine as bright as the sun. I won't be Caulfield, but she won't be a phony. I won't be Gatsby, but I'll fall madly in love with her. I won't be the moon, but she'll shine brighter then the sun. We'll drink too much coffee, smoke too many cigarettes, stay ...I stay up past three in the morning Counting the rings of Saturn While crying to the moon I try to pray to you But I get lost searching In the veins of the sky Where the colors fade from Orange to gold to purple to blue For the perfect star That could possibly hold you. #cosmic #stars #colors #sky #moon. Hiko zeRo-oNe Jun 2014. i feel alone (Hira Akhtar) When morning wears crown, with white light of early dawn When the sun goes down, and day removes its gown When night shows frown, and stars brighten up their town i feel alone i feel alone When quaking eve arrives, i bemoan there in no one of my own When tantalizing spring, glamorizes the lawn ... betrayal poems betrayal collections. Ingrid Angelica Custodio 47m. The Arsonist. I wandered back to the scene of the crime. I remember all that transpired from that night. As I was making my way across, the bridge went up in flames. And the smoke still lingered even after all the tomorrows came. I saw the match from your hand. I stay up past three in the morning Counting the rings of Saturn While crying to the moon I try to pray to you But I get lost searching In the veins of the sky Where the colors fade from Orange to gold to purple to blue For the perfect star That could possibly hold you. #cosmic #stars #colors #sky #moon. I wish, I was a Rainbow Colour. That defined My Life, at Night. One that made Me look, a lot more Fuller. One with which, I'd shine Bright. Yellow is a Colour, that's Contagious, It has a Smile, that's on a Boil. It's the centre of Joy and Happiness. A Life without Work and Toil. In Red, I would look Bold and Handsome. al tirah, little mother. be not afraid as you sink into the void for it holds no danger to you now. the darkness that threatened is your enemy no more. out from the void comes a sparkling light you have made it. you have done the impossible and now you may rest. #death #peace #fear. Continue reading... Piotr Balkus 5d. I'm at the sea shore: here are my lips, my palms (both of them facing up), here are my legs (twine and all), my torso, and my head shooting sideways. I'm at the seashore and this is my grave, this is my purposeful calotype, my hide and go seek, my …I'm hidden by barriers That you cannot see I'm trapped and alone But you can see me I'm muted by noise That you cannot hear My screams fall silent I'm frozen in fear The pressure builds My mind is racing You fail to see The struggles I'm facing The room is spinning My heart's beating fast Thoughts creeping in How long will they last? I sit here ... Our Secret Language. Eyes searching eyes In a crowded room When your smiling eyes meets mine People disappear And time stands still Hypnotize me with your eyes Craving that drug you give me When you look at me Nobody knows Our secret language Our fascination And our fantasies never revealed. Hindi dahil sa may mahal ng iba. Kundi ako'y na tatakot na. Hindi ko alam ngunit sa tuwing kapiling ka, ako'y hindi makahinga. Puro pag-aalala ang nadarama. Daladala sa mga minutong kasama ka sa gabing malamig, sa mga tanghaling mainit. sa muling pag-luhat pag-iyak. Sa pananabik sa iyong mga halik.A being who can ponder Who can think beyond the concrete. The vast expanse of ideas in one mind Makes the body seem obsolete. The depth of all reality, Something immeasurable, Is captured in the inner workings Of this thing that is a soul. A person who was just someone Can become much more than “he,” or “she.”. Make me wow - Hello Poetry. 400°. Vale Luna. A Backwards ****** (Reversible Poem) ( read forward, then backward, line by line) I ran. Not knowing what else to do There was so much blood on my hands It was mine The kitchen knife Caught in my chest Guilt Consumed by Fear I was heightened by Adrenaline But running on Wasn’t enough While trying ... Persephone Dagenhart Feb 15. A chance I'm not willing to take. Maybe if I am perfectly still Til' the silence rings through my ears If I don't even speak it If it doesn't slip through the cracks of my tongue You will never know And it will never exist So maybe I can exchange this dullness in my chest To spend the rest of my life with you by my ...Os últimos tweets de @hellopoetryInsomnia. Come sleep do not avoid me I am not your mortal enemy as you are not mine let us shake on it in darkness and meet again when it is light without this constant restless fight of turning pillows in endless night visit me, comfort me, set me yawning we can talk some more, tomorrow morning. #sleep #insomnia.No need to cry another tear My love She forced me cold So that I know she'll never want to visit me again. I'm alone again And it feels like heaven I'm not afraid to die Nor afraid of tomorrow Cause my love left me worthless And though developmentally-stunted I know I did not deserve it But my love She's free to rot out of the corner Of my eyes ...Sylvia Plath. The Moon And The Yew Tree. This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place. Spring's secret. The rain pipes whisper The spring’s secret in the wind Let me catch it in my wings And flutter it in the world So everybody learns how to blossom. #spring #rain. Continue reading... MsTruth Mar 3. Under a blooming miracle. I bleed to produce seed for my flower bed of creed yet the flowers I need didn’t grow, instead unwanted weeds flourish as it dirtied my deeds upon deeds of neglect, I heed. It started to be play with words, that eventually evolved into what you read. words: Bleed, Seed, ****, Creed, Deed, Heed. #bleed #seed #**** #creed #deed #heed #pax. Request an invite - Hello Poetry. Eliot. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Request an invite to join. Request an invite to join. We're invite-only to keep our community of writers small. Please submit a piece of your own and our moderators will review it as soon as possible. The breeze runs through my hair. I hear the crashing of waves, and smell salt in the air. I walk slowly to the waters edge, ankle deep in the tide. The waters wash against my skin and send chills down my spine It’s but gentle reminder, of what is to come - and my only escape, from the things that I’ve done.Mosquito bite. A summernight in Mid-July We'd talk and talk until my skin Was covered in mosquito bites I didn't mind, I let it sting Those bites they kept me company In the days you weren't around I itched and scratched so angrily They could stay forever on my account. #crush #love #life #friendship #loss #depression #poetry.Love is a Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski. Roll the Dice. if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park ...The Bhagavad Gita 4. The Holy Science by Sri Swami Yukteswar - the guru of Yogananda 5. The Science Of Breath by Yogi Ramacharaka 6. Discourses by Meher Baba 7. God Speaks by Meher Baba 8. Play Of Consciousness by Swami Muktananda (also Siddha Meditation by the same author) 9. The Tao Of Physics by Fridjof Capra 10.80.5k. Boa Constrictor. Shel Silverstein. Boa Constrictor. Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it--one bit. Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe. Oh, gee, It's up to my knee. Oh my, It's up to my thigh. Awake. Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy The music and voices ... Take with you my spirit. I brought it with me when I visited; Tasting of apples, smelling of cheap perfume: Happy to see you. With no key, no schedule, I was the Prince, you were Repunzel: Smiling at me out your window. Your arms were my favourite place in the world. Take with you the picture Of my sad eyes: heavy and puffed. Holding my own hand.80.5k. Boa Constrictor. Shel Silverstein. Boa Constrictor. Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it--one bit. Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe. Oh, gee, It's up to my knee. Oh my, It's up to my thigh.See also bullying poems bullying collections. Chelsea Quigley 6d. Mocking Bird. My pain, Makes you smile. Nothing better Then hurting a child. Your scolded, Yet you resume. Torturous Each day at school. And you continue , Until shame greets you. But you pretend , And offend, Until you find someone new. Too soon I realise the dreamlike nature Of my steps on native soil The horror of my nightmares a reality For those in foreign lands Where once, they said, a saviour was born; And I sing about this time of year When others sing of £1.20 wrapping paper And candy-cane romance - dreams Cost money, but hope costs kindness. When they reached the top of the stairs, bats began to fly overhead. The girl didn’t flinch, they kept walking down the cobwebbed hallway. The witch led the girl into her bedroom and told her to open the closet. The girl did as she was told, and opened the closet. Old skeletons started to fall, piling at her feet. Hello Poetry hosts hundreds of, well-known to obscure, poets and the work of amateur writers from around the world. Readers can explore poems and brief biographical snippets about the associated poets, saving, sharing, and reacting with various emojis to each. Hello Poetry chooses to keep its community small, meaning that new members must ... Maybe if I am perfectly still Til' the silence rings through my ears If I don't even speak it If it doesn't slip through the cracks of my tongue You will never know And it will never exist So maybe I can exchange this dullness in my chest To spend the rest of my life with you by my side For if the world even realizes for a second The things I ...In this poetry collection explores poems all about saying hello. From sweet and romantic to funny and light-hearted, all these poems are sure to put a smile on your face. So let’s Jump right in!Mar 12, 2024 · Hello - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets. ... “‘Hello’ is one of those occasional gifts, an unexpected poem that comes out as a fluent spill. After going to the first ultrasound with my wife, I returned to my ... al tirah, little mother. be not afraid as you sink into the void for it holds no danger to you now. the darkness that threatened is your enemy no more. out from the void comes a sparkling light you have made it. you have done the impossible and now you may rest. #death #peace #fear. Continue reading... Piotr Balkus 5d. This is just a quick note to hellopoetry site: ©Lonesome poets poetry. "Happy Diwali". Hello friends & wishing you all a very An auspicious & prosperous DIWALI. "You aim always for a new glow for a whole year; Hard work glows your day for the time Likewise Light is a glowing nature It is a hope, faith and light shine in your life, A Candle ...The Big Range, of Harms. With lurid eyes, of sunken white. My hollow heart, empty veins A shade of black, within me: Colors dark as night. And the flame I have been kindling, #lurid #sunken #hollow #empty #shade #flame #kindling #sad #nihilistic #aching. haiku 23/1/8b.Love is a Dog From Hell by Charles Bukowski. Roll the Dice. if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way. this could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs and maybe your mind. go all the way. it could mean not eating for 3 or 4 days. it could mean freezing on a park ...Saranghae. I've dreamt your hands painting the twilight and folding my epistle into a rose. So many pages stained with black coffee, so many poems limned with doting prose. I've dreamt the fragrance of warm linens, your patterned quilt and sleepy eyes. Ever so slowly, the pink-clad nimbus wheels across lavender skies.This journal specializes in pop culture poetry, publishing anything inspired by modern media, making it a unique place to submit poetry online. 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dental associates of delawareMy nights are crying. Mom, my tomorrow is darker than yesterday. Mom, my dreams are a nightmare today. Mom, I'm still Alone. Mom, my voice is the moan of my nights. Mom, when you went, I drowned in this swamp. Mom, you are not, and I'm on the wrong path. Now, it's over. My end is coming. Maybe if I am perfectly still Til' the silence rings through my ears If I don't even speak it If it doesn't slip through the cracks of my tongue You will never know And it will never exist So maybe I can exchange this dullness in my chest To spend the rest of my life with you by my side For if the world even realizes for a second The things I ...James 52s. Lost. The weight of sorrow, heavy on my chest, In shadows deep, my mind finds no rest. Echoes of silence, haunting and stark, As I navigate through the labyrinth of the dark. Each passing hour feels like a century, Lost in the depths of my own solitary reverie. Tangled in the threads of memories old, As the night unfolds, its ...In Her Heart, there's warmth beyond the Sun. She will Love U, till the World stops spinning. She's worth the Gold, weighing more than a Ton. U will find Her Love, wrapped....around U and in Her Voice, U will sense a Mystical Charm. In Winter U will find yourself, Warm and Cozy. As She has wrapped U, in both Her Arms.I couldn't see you, for the fences and walls surrounding me. The truth is I wouldn't have been able to, it didn't matter As hard as you tried to love me, I had to love me too. I had never learned how unfortunately So when I said "I love you" I loved you the same way I loved me, so conditionally. See also bullying poems bullying collections. Chelsea Quigley 6d. Mocking Bird. My pain, Makes you smile. Nothing better Then hurting a child. Your scolded, Yet you resume. Torturous Each day at school. And you continue , Until shame greets you. But you pretend , And offend, Until you find someone new. I'll never be the same. You could take my clothes and, before I froze, I'd feel no less ashamed Still I chase the winter breeze on passed the candle lit windows and tall Oak trees.. And at the tail end of the wind, I roam where nowhere feels like home.. It's cold out here. #mentally #sick.The air is sweet And free of smog. The faintest fog Is draped on the trees. The empty street beckons And freely I obey. I have things I need to do Before the commencement of the day. I pass the playground on the corner, Where I wasted time as a child. Where many a battle was fought And we had adventures in the wild.This poem is dedicated to myself and those like me. The wanderers. The hermits. The wise ones who choose to discard the monotony of society in exchange for the chance to experience true life on their own terms. This is dedicated to the Tribes, Still out there, living as we should be, as one and at peace. --Kris Fireheart, Wolfpack tribe, second ... cheerful love that we both experience, the comfort and love that I received from you was the best experience ever. Calmness, boldness and a bad *** stree. Just gave a thought to pieces of a woman on Women's day. #cellulite #miscarriage #unfulfilled #desires. [ A circle of pink ] personality poems personality collections. Jeremy Betts Feb 7. ~•§•~ 333 ~•§•~. There's a darkness in me I mean, probably only figuratively We'll have to wait and see Seven masks of sin but one entity All splitting a single fractured personality Head spins wildly I've searched quietly I've asked loudly I've had to cry and scream ... Akta Agarwal Jun 2021. Jealousy. Jealousy make you envious It's do block your mind It's stop your mind from thinking It's make you greedy It's make you feel You are not pretty It's make you become crepy You just lost yourself In the hands of jealousy And at that only time You have looses your pretty side. Jim Morrison. Awake. Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see. A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side And we laugh like soft, mad children Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy The ... al tirah, little mother. be not afraid as you sink into the void for it holds no danger to you now. the darkness that threatened is your enemy no more. out from the void comes a sparkling light you have made it. you have done the impossible and now you may rest. #death #peace #fear. Continue reading... Piotr Balkus 5d. Famous Hello Poems by Famous Poets. These are examples of famous Hello poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous hello poems.ALL ARE HEAVEN'S DOVES. TOD HOWARD HAWKS May 2023. ALL ARE HEAVEN'S DOVES. One strand of your hair, one kiss of your neck, one whiff of your fragrance, one touch of your cheek-- all make me meek. One brush of your lips, one moment in your arms, one moan of your arousal, one cry of your pleasure-- all are my treasures.In Her Heart, there's warmth beyond the Sun. She will Love U, till the World stops spinning. She's worth the Gold, weighing more than a Ton. U will find Her Love, wrapped....around U and in Her Voice, U will sense a Mystical Charm. In Winter U will find yourself, Warm and Cozy. As She has wrapped U, in both Her Arms. Jealousy changes you—it completely shifts your mind and paradigm and way of thinking and way of seeing things. Jealousy makes your brain cloudy with anger, unable to think clear. Mar 12, 2024 · Hello - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets. ... “‘Hello’ is one of those occasional gifts, an unexpected poem that comes out as a fluent spill. After going to the first ultrasound with my wife, I returned to my ...Without further ado, here is my list of favorite places to post (ordered by my posting frequency) 1. Commaful. This site is quite different than most poetry sites on this list. All the poems on...WoeBegone Feb 29. For Mary. Long is the time which went by, Mary. Long like a river dark. And there remains no single story For us to cross The pure seas, or spark A light into our ancient glory Of days we were alive, Holy. Of days before the spot Turned lone, sullen and dreary.Sanders Maurice Foulke III AAS Feb 17. Dreaming of You (Written on Wednesday, February 14th, 2024) I dream of you / As I slumber / Knowing that sequestration / Is not the eternal fate of this starry-eyed vagrant. / I believe, in the power of love, / I know that faith is my redeemer; / Therefore, I beseech the aethers, / That you will one day be ...Ahh, but when the sun sets and I know I'll soon find sleep, in the face of the moon and the stars above me, it never seems to fail memories of you return to me. Because I don't really think of you anymore, unless I'm dreaming. Just a sweet little poem I wrote this morning. #love #sweet #missing #longings. Waking up beside you was like waking up in Heaven. I felt nothing but bliss and all the happiness in the world was held in your eyes. Those galaxies of wonder. You held the sun in your smile and I always enjoyed how I could stare at the sun without getting burnt. But one day came where I got burnt. HOMELESS POETRY These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless. Epitaph for a Homeless Child by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Homeless Us by Michael R. Burch The coldest night I ever knew the wind out of the arctic blew long frigid blasts; and I was you.You’re tired and everything’s heavy.”. I tried to close my eyes Where it’s just me and You — You who always believed in me. You say, “I see your scars and yet I love you…. I know you’re tired but I have you.”. When I try to quit, You say, “Quitting is not an option.”. Your love is enough; at the Cross, I surrender. HOMELESS POETRY These are poems about the homeless and poems for the homeless. Epitaph for a Homeless Child by Michael R. Burch I lived as best I could, and then I died. Be careful where you step: the grave is wide. Homeless Us by Michael R. Burch The coldest night I ever knew the wind out of the arctic blew long frigid blasts; and I was you. Hello Again. Years away A pen put down A dream lost A friend forgotten Now I find them And lift them up Life ongoing World spirling Love returning Like rewriting Hello old friend And welcome home. #helloagain #welcome. Continue reading... Ifeanyichuku Okoro II Nov 2023. "Leaving, Entering" - 11.11.23.Island Rain. I wait for you to wash over me, pour your storms all onto me, spoil me with heavy showers, open my starry sky anew. I watch you as my waterfalls are trickling, my northern current ever swelling, shower me with your marvelous monsoon and kiss me calm with your ocean's blue.Invisible Child. A little girl sits unheard unseen She watches the others play laugh compete Their voices fill the air in the distance a dog barks Beneath her cool grass She doesn't have friends. She doesn't know how to be one. They don't include her. They try not to glance her way. She is different, She is weird. So, they pretend she's not there.Founded in 2009, Hello Poetry is one of the most established websites online to share your poetry. There are more than a million people visiting the site every month, and many of those have posted their poems on it. It is a …The air is sweet And free of smog. The faintest fog Is draped on the trees. The empty street beckons And freely I obey. I have things I need to do Before the commencement of the day. I pass the playground on the corner, Where I wasted time as a child. Where many a battle was fought And we had adventures in the wild.Resilient, despite the scars etched upon our souls. As he raises his vibrational frequency, inch by sacred inch. For love, once kindled, burns eternal. And forgiveness, a beacon guiding us home. Third time's a charm, they say, For in this Dublin twilight, hearts entwined, We rewrite our story—a symphony of grace.I charge it is living, Senseless pained observations which we must make So as to live another day, so as not to perish early And die before a just time; The degrees of life are right. Man must stand *****, stiffen your spine, But remain relaxed. Straighten out your ethics, your morals; Never forget from where you came. Your ancestors, this planet.tonight. We both lie awake waiting for you. The last thought before. falling asleep. If it seemed I never missed you. you're sadly mistaken &. everything in between. #everythinginbetweenpillows #latenight #sensual #love #blacklove #blacklovepoemforher #lovenote #kewaynewadleypoetry #kewaynewadley #asheeplostitsway. I saw a cloud One lonely whispy cloud In the very blue sky The edge was on fire...it was blushed Peach I looked again... I saw a cloud On fire...for just a moment The sun had kissed the cloud Goodbye for the day On the right edge of it lips On the edge of its smile The clouds smile Then I looked away And pretended not to notice. I saw a cloud One lonely whispy cloud In the very blue sky The edge was on fire...it was blushed Peach I looked again... I saw a cloud On fire...for just a moment The sun had kissed the cloud Goodbye for the day On the right edge of it lips On the edge of its smile The clouds smile Then I looked away And pretended not to notice. Joshua Jackson Dec 2023. "If you want me honeybaby I'll be here." You're my best friend I love you so so much No matter the distance time marks, your touch Will always feel like home, How I live I'm better alone But you refuse to let me go. I'm taking you wherever I go.Lorelei 7d. Spring's secret. The rain pipes whisper The spring’s secret in the wind Let me catch it in my wings And flutter it in the world So everybody learns how to blossom. #spring #rain. Continue reading... MsTruth Mar 3.Take with you my spirit. I brought it with me when I visited; Tasting of apples, smelling of cheap perfume: Happy to see you. With no key, no schedule, I was the Prince, you were Repunzel: Smiling at me out your window. Your arms were my favourite place in the world. Take with you the picture Of my sad eyes: heavy and puffed.Hello Poetry. Since May 2009, Hello Poetry has offered an uncluttered aesthetic to readers and writers of poetry. This peaceful community provides a space for writers to share their poems, gain …Hello Poetry is a poetry website that publishes poems from people all over the world. The site’s creators wanted a space where people could share their thoughts without having any boundaries or limitations. It is one of the most popular sites for writers worldwide, with more than 40 million visitors each year!Monkey, Monkey : Part Three. Monkey, Monkey : Part Two. I'm Not One To Point Fingers But... (Somebody Stole My Monkey) MrDrProffesor Murly. if u read this whole thing u get a million bucks. Hello, everyone! This is one of the weirdest sites: or your money back! We have ZIM, neopets, music, and much, much, more.You’re tired and everything’s heavy.”. I tried to close my eyes Where it’s just me and You — You who always believed in me. You say, “I see your scars and yet I love you…. I know you’re tired but I have you.”. When I try to quit, You say, “Quitting is not an option.”. Your love is enough; at the Cross, I surrender.I stay up past three in the morning Counting the rings of Saturn While crying to the moon I try to pray to you But I get lost searching In the veins of the sky Where the colors fade from Orange to gold to purple to blue For the perfect star That could possibly hold you. #cosmic #stars #colors #sky #moon. Akta Agarwal Jun 2021. Jealousy. Jealousy make you envious It's do block your mind It's stop your mind from thinking It's make you greedy It's make you feel You are not pretty It's make you become crepy You just lost yourself In the hands of jealousy And at that only time You have looses your pretty side. 315. boscage- thick foliage or woodland extremely elegant prose or aureate poetry 316. boschveldt- bush country, wilderness of the intellectual imagination with acatalepsy challenged 317. bourasque- a tempest or stormy situation 318. boursocrat- a stock exchange official 319. bowery- a seedy or run-down district of a cityFounded in 2009, Hello Poetry is one of the most established websites online to share your poetry. There are more than a million people visiting the site every month, and many of those have posted their poems on it. It is a … Ander Stone. her carapace of promises broken. witnessing the cracks tears a whole through a heavy heart. I can feel the scars upon your broken coil and the salt flats below your eyes. he spilled the blood of his bitter fists upon that cardboard frame the world calls your body. yet you still carry yourself upon the winter winds. yet you hold on ... You’re tired and everything’s heavy.”. I tried to close my eyes Where it’s just me and You — You who always believed in me. You say, “I see your scars and yet I love you…. I know you’re tired but I have you.”. When I try to quit, You say, “Quitting is not an option.”. Your love is enough; at the Cross, I surrender.My nights are crying. Mom, my tomorrow is darker than yesterday. Mom, my dreams are a nightmare today. Mom, I'm still Alone. Mom, my voice is the moan of my nights. Mom, when you went, I drowned in this swamp. Mom, you are not, and … Two Little Turtle Dove's. Your love fills My heart with everlasting peace And love and Passion ignites like the setting sun A love that touch's my heart And soul to the core A bond that holds me close to you and Together we'll soar on wings of love Like two little turtle dove's Kissing in the sky And this love is So special and true And forever ... Request an invite - Hello Poetry. Eliot. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Request an invite to join. Request an invite to join. We're invite-only to keep our community of writers small. Please submit a piece of your own and our moderators will review it as soon as possible. Hello Poetry hosts hundreds of, well-known to obscure, poets and the work of amateur writers from around the world. Readers can explore poems and brief biographical snippets about the associated poets, saving, sharing, and reacting with various emojis to each. Hello Poetry chooses to keep its community small, meaning that new members must ... Famous Hello Poems by Famous Poets. These are examples of famous Hello poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous hello poems.Persephone Dagenhart Feb 15. A chance I'm not willing to take. Maybe if I am perfectly still Til' the silence rings through my ears If I don't even speak it If it doesn't slip through the cracks of my tongue You will never know And it will never exist So maybe I can exchange this dullness in my chest To spend the rest of my life with you by my ... al tirah, little mother. be not afraid as you sink into the void for it holds no danger to you now. the darkness that threatened is your enemy no more. out from the void comes a sparkling light you have made it. you have done the impossible and now you may rest. #death #peace #fear. Continue reading... Piotr Balkus 5d. Make me wow - Hello Poetry. 400°. Vale Luna. A Backwards ****** (Reversible Poem) ( read forward, then backward, line by line) I ran. Not knowing what else to do There was so much blood on my hands It was mine The kitchen knife Caught in my chest Guilt Consumed by Fear I was heightened by Adrenaline But running on Wasn’t enough While trying ... Even in the darkest of the night, I can still remember those lips finding their way towards mine. We can barely see what's in front of us, But yet our bodies are gravitating towards each other. I'll let you guide my body into the night. The darkness brings us together. The darkness holds no fear.You will rise again You have been beaten down You have been abused You have been torn down You have been told you were nothing You have been told you can’t do it You are plagued by residuals You are tormented by demons You are tortured by nightmares You are attacked by PTSD daily You are reminded of it all by your scares You are so tired of ...80.5k. Boa Constrictor. Shel Silverstein. Boa Constrictor. Oh, I'm being eaten By a boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, A boa constrictor, I'm being eaten by a boa constrictor, And I don't like it--one bit. Well, what do you know? It's nibblin' my toe. Oh, gee, It's up to my knee. Oh my, It's up to my thigh.The Bhagavad Gita 4. The Holy Science by Sri Swami Yukteswar - the guru of Yogananda 5. The Science Of Breath by Yogi Ramacharaka 6. Discourses by Meher Baba 7. God Speaks by Meher Baba 8. Play Of Consciousness by Swami Muktananda (also Siddha Meditation by the same author) 9. The Tao Of Physics by Fridjof Capra 10.Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. #self-esteem #self-encouragement. #self-esteem poetry: xxx.Shadow of the Mangoes. In her dreams, she walks in a mango orchard. She picks one, only to find its skin is puckered and bruised. She bites it only to taste bitterness. She pours the gallon of gasoline on the ground. She sets the orchard on fire and smiles. #short #story #prose #fiction. Continue reading... Peach Salsa.Little ocean. I grew into you like vines, delicately covering a brutalist form with a love I only know. My heart is submerged in a little ocean, its depth grew in me as I carried the weight upon my soul. The waves painted me blue, reminding me of all my sad lullabies. Your name is a possession and embodies all that you are (it's the only way to ...I'm hidden by barriers That you cannot see I'm trapped and alone But you can see me I'm muted by noise That you cannot hear My screams fall silent I'm frozen in fear The pressure builds My mind is racing You fail to see The struggles I'm facing The room is spinning My heart's beating fast Thoughts creeping in How long will they last? I sit here ...I know it hasn't been that long. Well I know that ideally I am supposed to say that. And I always want to be around you. I always want to kiss you. I always want to hear you laugh. To watch you smile and to watch your eyes sparkle whenever we spoke. I want to be in your presence. No but for real. I miss you.A poem about the moment of seeing a baby for the first time at an ultrasound, and the poet's prayer for his child's life and future. The poem uses the word "hello" as a symbol of connection and communication, and expresses the …What is Hello Poetry? Hello Poetry (HePo) is for the poetry in your life; a place to belong; a place to practice expression, play, reflection, vulnerability, exposure, forgiveness; a place to be unfinished, unpolished, works in progress; a safe space for your expression, creativity and chaos; a tight-knit online community; whatever you want it ...Sylvia Plath. The Moon And The Yew Tree. This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their …. 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