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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.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.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... 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It is one of the most popular sites for writers worldwide, with more than 40 million visitors each year!a dog with a bellyache (& related metaphors) i sit and watch you and wait like a dog always just two steps behind you and always just begging you for scraps as if two seconds of your attention would be enough to fill my empty, empty stomach as if two mere seconds would ever be enough but you can't even give that- my friends say i'm too nice and ...a poem for Christina-Taylor Green, who was born. on September 11, 2001 and died at age nine, shot to death ... Child of 9-11, beloved, I bring this lily, lay it down. here at your feet, and eiderdown, and all soft things, for your gentle spirit. I bring this psalm — I hope you hear it.When the sky touches down and up rises the moon, it is only its reflective glow that we have to light our walks. Night comes for us all. 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Your love is enough; at the Cross, I surrender.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.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.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? 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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 ... 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.I think you know, Or perhaps, you think you know. Men are always O.K., Even when not. We expect the worse, Accept the worse, Nonetheless, We are forever unprepared. Wearily, we cry, In the bathroom, in private, Lest sighs slip by, We be …In your absence’s silence, I discover, A melody sweet, like no other. If memories fade, close to my heart I’ll keep them, In our love’s symphony, emotions run deep. So here’s to us, to another year of delight, In life’s symphony, you’re my moonlight. I love you, today and always, my dear, In our love’s symphony, I hold you near.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.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 ...State your wish, and I'll comply, I would fetch the moon for you. When I look into your eyes, Every wound I have is soothed, And my soul is purified. Every inch of me is true. We've no sins left to deny, Everything we have been through. Every scar our joy and pride, Hands caressing black and blue.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.for our children's small bodies lie broken; let us gather them up, as we may, that the truth of our Love may be spoken; then, when we have put them away. to nevermore dream, or be woken, let us think of the living, and pray. for true Love, not some miserable token, to command us, for strength to obey.Something New. I am yours, as you are mine, Guide me gently, love me do. State your wish, and I'll comply, I would fetch the moon for you. When I look into your eyes, Every wound I have is soothed, And my soul is purified. Every inch of me is true. We've no sins left to deny, Everything we have been through.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 ...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.Soft saccharine kisses and the way you held my hand—the gleam of the sun were clenched by the wistful glamour of your lips; and I stare at you, my dawn in the midnight sky. Your countless palaver I can hear, forever lost in the starry eyes of yours—a nest of novice thoughts—I smile at you, my rather gauche.1. Commaful. This site is quite different than most poetry sites on this list. All the poems on the site are accompanied with images and you can do really unique tricks with the structure and ...vi. astraphobia; fear of thunder and lightning, fear of being alone in a house that always sounded like both, the stormclouds of your histories always brewing behind flimsy doors. fear of finding her there and having her kiss you in the rain. fear she’d never come back to you again. vii.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 ... 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 ... 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.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.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 ...for our children's small bodies lie broken; let us gather them up, as we may, that the truth of our Love may be spoken; then, when we have put them away. to nevermore dream, or be woken, let us think of the living, and pray. for true Love, not some miserable token, to command us, for strength to obey.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. 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 ... 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 ...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 …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 …lined with little shadows, things we never wanted to be, or meet, and all the rats are waving hello. Naomi Shihab Nye, “Hello” from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995). Copyright © 1995 by Naomi Shihab Nye.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.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. Malia 5d. Daffodil. Hello yellow Daffodil, as you scatter Like the sun. I see you spread Your daylight ‘round But still, your petals Fall to the ground, And I think to myself, “I wish I were you, I wish I were you but happy.”. we all have that person don’t we. #daffodil #happy #petals #daylight #happiness #life. 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.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!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 ...Tags - Hello Poetry. Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. #love #life #sad #poetry #depression #pain #poem #death #heart #heartbreak #thoughts #hope #you #sadness #hurt #broken #lost #haiku #loss #time #happy #anxiety #nature #romance #alone #relationship #hate #feelings #dark #beauty #fear #night #relationships …aldo kraas Feb 14. Revive us again. Father we have died A couple days ago And we want you Father you to revive us again Because we want to live again Yes we had died very young Our family And friends needs us Because they can't live without us And we belong to their lives Also without us they feel hopeless.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 … 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. jǫrð Nov 2023. Stump. Speak As though you've Learned anything You little stump Of a man When I confide In you, just Cut me off and Talk about The elements again Listen As though you've Got any other Motive but ******* Me someday And I'll pretend You're a friend Until you do it Again and then I'm walking away.Hello Poetry is a website where you can read and share poetry from hundreds of poets, both famous and amateur. You can also find analyses of themes, messages, and literary devices in poems, as well as biographies of the poets and their work. You can also comment, ask questions, and donate to Alzheimer's Research.Break my bones; cut my throat. Pull me open, learn the ropes. Breath me in; taste the fear. Shank my skin; stand and cheer. Kick my head; let me bleed. Unbolt my veins; enjoy the read. Gouge my eyes; punch my face. Wrap me up in your embrace. Get to know me like I do you; inside and out. 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 own peace that rests and illuminates within me. you love i. One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very ... 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. 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. 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.jǫrð Nov 2023. Stump. Speak As though you've Learned anything You little stump Of a man When I confide In you, just Cut me off and Talk about The elements again Listen As though you've Got any other Motive but ******* Me someday And I'll pretend You're a friend Until you do it Again and then I'm walking away.Hello Poetry. Since May 2009, Hello Poetry has offered an uncluttered aesthetic to readers and writers of poetry. 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