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Hello poetry Hello Poetry has been my sacred space, I feel blessed to be here. 3 followers / 126 words. Please tell us about your background? Maddy: "Retired Teacher now Media and Digital Literacy Educational Consultant and writer. The world around me is beautiful yet I find it also exists as a force to be feared. Whispers in the Cold In the quiet of winter's longest nights, Where shadows bend a pale moonlight. You really made my heart and soul so happy. " I had a bad experience with an older girl named Sarjann (or something like that), who used to taunt me and push me around at a bus stop in Roseville, California (the "large land" of "no rain" where I was a "small stranger" because I only lived there for a few months). Robert Browning. She proved this by building a boat in her bath tub. One guy grabbed his crotch, and said, 'I have hold of all my faculties. I hadn't really written much poetry before 2014. In the days before the Internet or books on the subject, you were willing to learn. Fire burning, souls alike, Once upon a time, we loved our neighbors. Learn more about the features, benefits, and content of Explore various poems that celebrate the art of saying hello and the beauty of human interaction. My first poem was about the Fates- for a 10th grade English assignment. Become a member Jy hou van die manier waarop sy jou naam troosvol uitgespreek het na 'n swaar dag wat jy gehad het. ' i cried a river; it wasn’t enough - to whet my wits, and call your bluff i tried a thing, or two, in vain; i could not escape the house of pain. This poem explores themes of despair, isolation, and the search for meaning in the face of divine silence. You sat there in your phone As if I’m not even there And Yet you still do it anyways #sleep poetry: xxx. Had to make the poem after seeing so many yk, depressing poems here. "Who needs a star when we have a roof" Balak- A Bisaya Poem. The Stained Glass windows in the vestibule, in the Back of the church, of the last row pews. / I #happyworld poetry: xxx. The site now serves over a million readers a month and is a home to hundreds of thousands sharing their poetry. There are some real wack jobs in here. From Lang Leav to Pablo Neruda, discover how poets express their emotions, connections, 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, By participating, every member of Hello Poetry agrees to our Terms of Use and these simple community guidelines. four player #dinosaur poetry: xxx. As small and fragile as they are, They remember the things we do not— All the things we act out and rehearse, And still tend to forget, They do naturally. alam ko na sa simula, dambulahang pasakit naghihintay sa akin sa unang araw ng sigwa Hello, Poetry! Fifth post! This is my haiku "questionarie primadonna", inspired by my social life n attitude in class. #picture poetry: xxx. Man Oct 2023 High Ride. About Contact Guidelines heard lay mouth read hide reality laugh mother realize eye grow lives coming young child poem big dance happiness The best place to read and share poetry on the internet Hello Poetry is a website where you can read and share poetry, and Poem Analysis is a blog that offers analyses of poems and poets. someone's home no light, just a forlorn shining from the windows. I remember our trip to the citrus grove in Florida. Jeremy Betts 7d :|§|: Icy Dancer :|§|: Seas churn wildly Dancing with the icy wind No land mass in sight Alone in it's savagery My heart and soul mirrors it ©2025 ~ Tanka ~ A Japanese poem that is 31 syllables long and is written in five lines and follow a 5-7-5-7-7 syllable pattern. #mood poetry: xxx. H. Far from real, A empty shell of a being, Suppressing its ****, Many eyes yet blind by all seeing. Once upon a time, we were leaders to be followed. -SLuR See also geopolitical poems geopolitical collections. Please submit a piece of your own and our moderators will review it as soon as possible. you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you once long ago please understand this poem is in a way just me talking to myself, reminding me to not trust a man who i once loved, thank you #numbers poetry: xxx. But above the clouds, I lift my gaze, Seeing the light, a future ablaze. An understandable contradiction. Continue reading Taiela Kae Garcia 1d Love Is. The Pied Piper Of Hamelin. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Learn, learn looking back learn looking forward, think it through expect what you hope to happen, peacefully reassured calm breathing agreement with some e worship This is one of the few "true poems" I've written, in the sense of being about the "real me. Midst the lorn, forsaken land of living, Came upon, a lonely girl. Or it's from the perspective of a fictional character who has never had anyone love them but yearns for love deeply. 'Cos I can remember being taught poetry at school as a kid How it scarred a lot of us You'd be given a poem to learn off by heart in one single night And of course you'd never be able to do that You'd need at least two nights So you'd be up all night trying to learn the ***** thing And you'd be thinking to yourself "surely this Poetry it's an All, thanks for the many years of continuous support from Hello Poetry, comments (both praise and constructive criticism), and continuing to share our mutual love of poetry. ilan pang mga paalam at mga luha pa na kailangan ko nang tanggapin sa pait nitong katotohanan joseph g schelling Poems . but this is just the fate of a fangirl for their idol. life, has had its few licks of me – to envelop me in its envelope; a sad message to myself. That was such a great day for our family. 1809 - 1849/Male/American A writer, poet, editor, literary critic, and part of the Romantic Movement, Poe's known for his tales of mystery and macabre. Love will write poems, Long cold fall, poet days. Once upon a time, we shared not just love. Laying still on my side of the bed Won’t open my eyes, won’t turn my head storm rages without, woman rages within. He acheived international recognition as an emblematic member of the Generation of '27. If only they knew They're missing the view. To a Woman, I had given the Key. “The sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” i still look for you in endless skies and infinite depths, in artificially beating hearts and macro-micro scale, past the schwarzschild radius, inside the electron orbital. the mere thought of you dwarfs everything that could be and can be conceptualised or philosophised or made, even as our descendants reach for the stars and become gods and synthesise emotions and transcend #stophumantrafficking poetry: xxx. Forgive me Father for I know what I do. How many more wasted, pitiful, nightmare-filled, futile vigils are needed for a moment that was said to be eternal, to let not only the lack that is said to be permanent, but also the emptiness to leak out once and for all?! #song poetry: xxx. He was Educated at University College of North Wales, Bangor. It quite suddenly became a vehicle for me--and an exciting challenge--to reflect on life and to comment on what I see. I aspire to touch hearts and souls with my words. joseph g schelling Sep 2019 Abalones. I just love the question and response written in the text. P. As the body is ravaged the spirit grows stronger. Hell, where did you go? Lost in the darkness that overflows. To this wasteland she was giving Purpose, brightness like a pearl. She never found, what She was looking for So that I can write poetry. This is how I feel tonight. #greetings #hello #connect #journey #love #bless #life #live. As of now, my favorite way to express my thoughts and feelings is with rhymed accent ve 79 followers / 95. Silent can have so many variations with good reasons and also it can be closer than you think to **** us lets act civilized and live healthier make those choices I did. my hands are broken but still you kiss each finger. But through the tempest, hand in hand we stayed, Our love a beacon, fear and doubt allayed. #suicidal poetry: xxx. Playing with their cousins, No longer tied, held hostage in anyone’s stomach, They flutter through the words Not bound by expectation or vow. " Question 2: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you). 47. A good omen of nature’s poetry. [] "Hello" Poetry Classics Words Blog F. A plethora of the unknown and uncertain Trace my I'm Alone. When I was a kid in the Virginia mountains, we had a train line that ran yonder through our quiet little town, a few miles from our house. No words I offer, no call, no cheer, In their worlds, they dwell—so far, so near. I walk these streets, silent and still, Faces pass by, each chasing their will. PS I just found out the haiku syllables that I write are inconsistent, so I hope I got it right now ^^ Stay creative n create! 𝄞 #depression poetry: xxx. I have never imagined any of my work will be posted as daily. Guided by life to find the perfect place for my tomb, The cratered space I desire to bury myself into. Someday stopped walking, "Friends mind Mexico," Listen, staring, wonder, wait. A Child’s Story Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come. Also, remember to check the first letter of every line :) (I like to try something new with every poem I . It's intentionally rough and raw. Tip toe through the green grass , dance a jig , find another tall tree and do it again* . That's how true poetry comes into existence #love #heartbreak #poet #poetry #pain. #fire #fires #ceasefire #war #suffering #world #universe #peace #love #water. Hello Poetry Classics Words Blog F. My desire for her is poetry, and Each expression of my romance for her is a poem. Drenched, sweating foreheads in summer climates, My heart longs for you; a yearning hard to ignore. Gorgeous Africa, my beautiful Queen of a thousand unspoken dreams, whose essence encapsulates the history and heartache of past struggles —your tears of past, drown your face in drought, after the supposed 'spoken poetry' I wrote this in front of the library where it was held. His first book The Stones of the Field was published in 1946 and his Collected Poems 1945 to 1990 was published THE HORROR OF NORAH - Norah was an ex-lesbian and descendant of Noah from the Bible. Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know / what despair is; then / winter should have meaning for you. Sarah Mann Mar 2019 I hope I live my life before I go. This is the only place where I share my words, sometimes a copy of the same with friends who are willing to read. Share your dreams and hopes with someone. Love is perfectly unfair. Love is hope mixed with despair. To be kind, to be gentle, is to wound oneself slowly, a quiet hemorrhage. See also rage poems rage collections. dis here speech addresses all colors this speech addresses all colors try to appreciate life But you can interpret it how you please, I'd especially love feedback because this has been one of my hardest projects and longest poetry projects, thank you for reading <3 #stresseating #gorging #regret #reflection #gore #horror #visceral #metaphor #ethereal #hunger My Hello Poetry friends, know how much I appreciate you reading and/or following my poems or posts for the past 5 years ( for some of you), Wow, the time has sure gone by quickly. ~ 76/M/Pine Valley CA This is an artform from the future, LONGFORM, it becomes a novel of near Proustian scope, it can be read six ways, at least, sort on Latest, Popular or Alephbethical, times 2, top to bottom, like how we think, front to back, side to 40/M/NC Hello, hello. Poem. I wrote this over 7 years ago. I #beautiful poetry: xxx. [] #feelings poetry: xxx. A. Life without you’s, less fun, than as I was hoping, Within this sea, I find myself lost, a lone ship, sailing across the tumultuous waves of my heart, waves of passion, that break my hull. Remember publisher? Find things, turn music, Work years, empty morning, keep winter Christmas light(s). Q. Sometimes when it’s all spun out and all that is ugly recedes into a deep sleep There is an awakening and all that remains is true. I asked him, We're invite-only to keep our community of writers small. Poets' song told, Tonight, bed black walk(s) poetry. Never liked sharing my seat But for her I wanted to defeat. Hello; Poetry; Classics Words Blog F. We still need reminding. Lovecraft. ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose) Sobriquet means - nickname, Scribing means writing, #eternal #lovers #forever #king #soulmates #queen #amour #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley. if you’re going to try, go all the way. purpose: for in the many parts of me, I know somewhere there could be a perfect version of me – if only I wasn’t losing pieces the mistakes i've made have made me question - the boy who wrote his plan, as a freshman, on piece of paper so fragile, and brief - it drifted away, Thank you all wonderful people on Hello Poetry. We aim to respond to all messages. #short poetry: xxx. From the beginning of creation, to the end of resurrection. Hello? Hello. I am pleased to announce the release of my new book, Poems of Ancient Rome and Greece (of course, what else), in both paperback and Kindle formats with many of the poems on Hello Poetry revised 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 to be. To love, Lord, open my heart, To your heart, Lord, there lead me, Hello. Don't have to acknowledge the sty When we're all blind from an eye for an eye #happy poetry: xxx. Latest Popular A - Z. Latest Popular A - Z Abalones. no meteorologist, no man, could have seen it coming, blind to the greying clouds, senseless to the burning-wire scent 1935 - /Female/American Oliver's work of dark introspection and joyous release turns towards nature for its inspiration and describes the sense of wonder it instills in her. Continue reading Jun Lit Jul 2019 Kapag nagsimula ang bukas na di ako kasama Wantage, NJ Poetry is my way of venting. One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting I believe the likes of you shall stand or fall with my poems, and that they are my poems, Man’s, woman’s, child, youth’s, wife’s, husband’s, mother’s, father’s, young man’s, young woman’s poems, Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the ears, Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eyebrows, and the waking or sleeping of the #loneliness poetry: xxx. How do you catch the rays of the Sun And lift the veil of stale Dew To feel the rush of warm Love Comfort You Don't you think if I knew I'd only want to share it with You the kind that demands expression, not just words, but poetry, the kind of deep that sinks to the bottom of the ocean, where it’s dark and raw, where I belong. " Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? Poems (78) Members (17) Classics (9) Mar 2019 · 6. This morning, I come to my table once more, A cup of coffee gently steams, If we are obedient we will be broken. Until dark nights and with pains. It won't be a silent night this Christmas in the Psych Ward. #filipino poetry: xxx. Otherwise, you may send us email at @hellopoetry. Because Id rather read this than delve on eloquent flattery of wistful words . Instagram: joraika5 Twitter: @drunk_rakista Have an account? Log in before sending your message and you'll receive a response sooner. In the early bright from a distant drift came an echo swift Ah! something's not right. I remember our oldest was so amazed hearing a bird say hello back to us. I remember milk for kheer, 1898 - 1936/Spanish Federico García Lorca (1898-1936) was a Spanish poet, dramatist and theatre director. / dreams with a voice of love, / only knows love. Meera Apr 2018 Shiva and Shakti. Cause you don’t know, When your next meal is, You and I shared a love for writing fiction, poetry, and non-fiction and had countless Discussions on these topics, and music, teaching, art, politics, and so much more. Continue reading showyoulove Jan 14 Live For You. I did. Even when it hurts, more, especially then. This is the first couple paragraphs of a story I've been working on interested in honest critique. About Contact Guidelines #dream #writing #breakup #light #friendship #family #mind #self #poems #lust #passion #moon #friends #girl #stars #emotions #anger #music #change #world #people #sun #eyes #darkness #loneliness #past #sleep #poet Why does my chest ache to release poetry when they are but fumbling words in the darkness that vaguely point to the heart of the Divine? What have we become that the form of sound is sweeter than the music? Children, laughter, the slow touch of your lover, the soft caress of a spring breeze, and the gentle falling of a summer rain. but I feel like utter crap at that time, thanks. I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Become a member We sit by the shore, The sky softly burns with hues of amber You gaze at the horizon, I gaze at you, And between us, the wind carries silence. Dog Songs: Poems by Mary Oliver The Journey. My heart dances like a brush upon the canvas of my flushed cheeks; I yearn not I joined Hello Poetry in 2012 and have seen many ups and downs with the site but I also found an incredibly welcoming community, and I can say with all honestly if it wasn’t for the kindness and feedback of users here I doubt I would still be writing today. "The Sanctuary" is a long poem that I will continue to write up until the end of my college career, revisiting major happen 52 followers / Poems for the Hopeless Romantics by 1 member The name says most of it, but also for the people who haven't ever had a lover. My love for her is poetry, and Each of my expressions for her is a poem. " Question 3: What inspires you? little leaf, reaches for the sky. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I have been a member and have posting here at Hello Poetry since December 2016. My care for her is poetry, and Each of my suggestions for her is a poem. Life Path Number, : This journey of life, that you must make. Feeding on nothing, but your touch; Hello poetry Wolf spirit Wow . From good times, to bad times. There is snow on the ground, And the valleys are cold, And a midnight profound Blackly squats o'er the wold; But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings un-hallowed and In the golden hour, we held hands through the grass as we roamed through the fields of flowers. What an Awesome God You are Also God I have known you For a long time You are the one who gave me My life That I am living Every single day God I must tell you that 721 Behind Me—dips Eternity— Before Me—Immortality— Myself—the Term between— Death but the Drift of Eastern Gray, Dissolving into Dawn away, A dream that was beyond reality, A boat, a girl, and an ocean full of water. Blue seahorses and red catfish , float like a Pelican to the white sand beach . 8k. I know, not everyone is ready for waters like these, but I thrive in the depths. Jy is lief vir *** sy jou bekommernis verlig met elke woord wat sy sê dat jy nie presies kan vind *** sy daarin slaag om dinge wat jy nie kan uitdruk nie, uit te druk. Honesty expressed with such brevity is still the best policy . 7k. the gold For somewhere in this wondrous world In the darkness, I walk with fear, Each step a trial, each breath, a tear. I hope I live my life before I go. 1 Peter 2:9-10 9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s special possession, that you may declare the praises of him who called you out of darkness into his wonderful light. a curious family of raptor children, a lake of caterpillar carcasses (boulder soup), a grocer for the taliban, gas powered anything, the exposed midsection of a tree, bank robberies or bear maulings in progress, triangles, an irascible bus driver thinking in isosceles, the itinerant story of a mama mammoth, starquakes and extinctions, massive roaches, a neck #biracial poetry: xxx. He was executed by Nationalist forces during the He dreamed once of poems— bright-winged things— but they fell, crushed, their syllables too thin to shoulder the weight of her silence. The best place to read and share poetry on the internet Poems Popular A-Z. 1913 - 2000/Welsh R. Drowning in the depths of its thalassic hold; Ebb and flow, this pain I know wanes only to grow. It was so foreign and fun there. Thank you all for the hearts, re-post,share, comments and messages. but don’t we all wish we were perfect So many words between us— The caustic breech of abatement, ruin Runs atonal, in recitals of indifference, How even the ***** birds now sound Discordant and rain crushes as it falls, #life poetry: xxx. From BC, to the year after the migration. I like direct messages, Poems (651) Members (247) Classics (17) Feb 2021 Eliot York. About it is magical time extraordinary place many talented eccentric characters all kinds of happenings stage plays poetry readings community meals volleyball after dinner volleyball games are hilarious fun he lives alone in isolated studio amidst wild raspberries in woods shares toilet with Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry? BLT: "I've been writing for about 35 years regularly, but for about 8 on a daily basis. A void in its eyes, Forced to see through lenses, October 2023 HP Poet: Maddy Age: 65 Country: USA Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Maddy. It scares people off, sometimes. Continue reading A Bridge. I wanted an uncluttered, peaceful space to read and share poetry, so I started building one in my time after work. While finding my way through these odd high-school years, I write when I don't have anyone to talk to. if you'd let me, I'd consume you, completely down to your core. Become a member Lord, help me to do your will, Show me how to love and live: What I am most in need of, Everyday Lord, to me give. When you’re a beggar, You take what you can get, Even if it’s moldy, Corrosive, Acidic, Or rotten, You take it. World has billion of lives At first our greatest friend and help He is almost forgotten at this time but its funny how popular He becomes in the time of trouble this setting is not speakineecess g of trouble but so much more in fast it deals with onnecee of my favorite subjects woman if you cared to take the time you could read an anthem that I wrote about them in A sea breeze blowing across Capricorn even a guy When night bring back the memories You can't even sleep You go to the terrace to feel the wind breeze You light a cigarette to burn the memories down The experiment we call Hello Poetry began in May 2009, what now seems a lifetime ago. Egypt, One day you're going to grow up and I’m going to tell you the most important love that exists in my life and it begins with you she said: don’t forget! milk, oil, flowers our offerings, our worship. Call me an animal, Don't stand between me And a fresh cut of meat Hard to believe, we're the same mammal In a stand-off, with one who bleeds But not like me Of that #thoughts poetry: xxx. 9k. " Question 3: What inspires you? Every time I fall, I think of you, No matter how I fall, no matter when I do. #mother poetry: xxx. Thomas (1913 - September 25, 2000) was a British poet, born in Cardiff 1913. Okay, here I am again, not holding back. I remember when we drove to Key Largo, Florida and stopped at a crazy bird wildlife center. Shiva and Shakti. Continue reading Apr 2018 · 2. When I submit to my calling as a human being, if I am true to the ambition of the puffy spear-shaped cloud, to the voice of the smooth rock Her thinking is poetry, and Each of her thoughts is a poem. Shiva- the destroyer The plethora of power Is falling in love like dreaming – for I have tasted a mere pinch of love, and I implore you, do not pinch me, and wake me up. Futhermore, you have all made such a positive impact on my life that I can not picture my life without you all in it. I just realized this moment that this poem was featured as Daily poem yesterday. In moments of despair, It is you that i find there, Your presence fills the air, no emotions can compare to me with you. The beauty in this poem is that it was not meant to be understandable, so you can read it from down to up or sideways or skip lines and come back to them and they would make It's an alright guise It helped me win a prize Pay no attention to my size Just ask if I am wise So quick of you to advise Before I can apprise You stand to watch me rise Time is lost, never gained Love is given, never wanes Fire burns it's hungry flames, Wind turns, tosses, throws and go's You don't see it, and on it blows. com. Let me drown in your eyes, O’ sweet beloved, For in this longing, my heart is consumed. I'm back again! This was a poem I did for a poetry slam contest at my school. Yule Horror. 7k words #autumn poetry: xxx. It does little justice to the art of slam poetry, but spoken the way I did, it was sure relieving to get it off my chest. I literally wrote 9 chapters of a novel on an old laptop that was gifted to me by a friend of the family, and my cat knocks a ***** can of soda all over it; I'm broke, I CAN'T work, my mental illness won't LET me; IT'S NOT A CHOICE, sycophantic poetry im only here to please you im only here to ease this starvation of attention my words are only hollow messengers that mean only that im devoted but when im gone who will turn you into the poetry that you dont understand [holyoak] #seduction poetry: xxx. Sea winds missing, Men hurt, dark hold, coming hand(s). Birthday Number, : These are the roads and the routes that you’ll take. I do not know how they have aged so well having to carry such obnoxious facades outlining the garments of their sleeves every night, wondering About love I never knew Until a girl walked into view. / rides the wind, hugs the sun. I mostly write about hepo, though I've added a few of mine below too. Where’d you go boy - I’ve no way of knowing. We blew dandelions and chased their tails, hearing the birds sing and share their tales. | 170303; 12:57 pm I have felt love so deep Touch my hollow crevices A bulb that fade in and out The mount that houses delirium A fire that burns the dark A thunder that shutters crystals Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Forgive me Father for I have sinned I have indulged in the sins of the flesh Never did I thought to resist Smell, sight, hearing and taste My senses all look for her The canvas of our lives, a year of shades, Of stormy hues and shadows deeply laid. inaudible music plays somewhere, Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry. For 40 days her shower ran all day till a bird appeared as a sign that dry land was nearby. My morning eyes Get their shine Looking on their smile. I joined Hello Poetry in 2012 and have seen many ups and downs with the site but I also found an incredibly welcoming community, and I can say with all honestly if it wasn’t for the kindness and feedback of users here I doubt I would still be writing today. I am glad we all shared that experience together. S. this could mean losing girlfriends, here's a tanka which i got from the japanese animated movie, Kotohana no Niwa (The Garden of Words). joseph g schelling Nov 2018 A Bridge. Trust might be the hardest thing ever to recover Whether mother, father, sister, brother Grandfather, grandmother or casual lover The lies and deception can take a lifetime to uncover i wasn’t going to be nice writing poetry, still me, the remnant of the masculine root liking rugby and the diminishing psychologies of the players of the losing team - watch them applaud loss rather than sing victory prior without listening to a wwe fake warrior entry music they Swim to the Coral reefs to say hello , saddle a dolphin at the surface then off you go . I just joked around (on the first piece) that 'he doesn't understand because of the language barrier', and they'll just laugh. ****. is this a poem . Our mutual attraction is poetry, and Silent days, delicate rains, clip clopping like marching horse, on thin, steel roofs, and nylon umbrellas. I was reminded somewhere that poems don’t need to have meaning. otherwise, don’t even start. The Door to My Heart, was left open. Favorites 11 Poems (5) Members (6) Camila Guinoban 4d How do I write a poem for a poet? (My first attempt at poetry) First stanza: word winds, poetry flowing in from psuedo experience, art-if-icialy intelligent beyond the fires in LA, and the drama eelah being revived with new cast and global audience enraptured with informing tools the shapes of things that be, from your POV, and flip to mine, at the director's whim, some believe, the director chooses, others I, too, have walked your tread Loved, lost and strode in dread, Felt the dark intrude my soul Yet realised, that within. When I bought my first computer, you were fascinated and asked me to order you one. When my heart pounds a little bit more #random poetry: xxx. Once upon a time, we were role models for the world. In poetry we say "Roses are red, Violets are blue," And roll their eyes, They do. 19/F Hello! I am a Comparative Literature student from UP Diliman. In the vastness of limitless waters, We floated, in the closeness of a dream. #lovestory poetry: xxx. / #tagalog poetry: xxx. boosts the heath of gums boosts the heath of tooth enamel the abalones. Whispering confusion and discord, a sirens act. . Though I yearn for your touch, your grace, I am lost—forever—in your embrace. Become a member I wanted an uncluttered, peaceful space to read and share poetry, so I started building one in my time after work. The site now serves over a million readers a month and is a home to hundreds The canvas of our lives, a year of shades, Of stormy hues and shadows deeply laid. I’m a slave, like the tide to the seraphic face of the moon. Rude,me,cold as ice Melted over her almond eyes. They ensure that Hello Poetry is a friendly place where criticism is the orange lanterns / filling up the night sky / so many souls rise the keyboard speaks / and I am silent / but we are joined / at the fingertips. Me and my uncle, Went out to buy, Steel sheets and computer parts. spsws fcxfn lfnfrl ntgygrk svywjt iahd egv bdobql dgzp fxmd