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I love to watch you sleep. #love #dreams. Continue reading... Trueheart Feb 21. Dream. Looking at stars in night I think of you Love fills up my heart I read your poem Maybe someday, I will hold your hand You will show me the world I will cherish you And you will lead me to love. It's on love and dreams. #love #dreams. 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.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 ...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.Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. #self-esteem #self-encouragement. #self-esteem poetry: xxx. 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 ... 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 ...These poems into which We pour our hearts Other than the smallest few Shall be lost in endless cyber space Like billions of trillions of others The loves that we swear eternally Can last no longer than lovers' lives It shall be negated by death Other than to an unknown And unknowing energy By Phil RobertsSaša Milivojev - CORONA. . “Crisis Committee”, to rejuvenate. Corona was her name, The old hag was insane. On Earth they made the poisons fall. blamed for infection, She had working hours, sleeping before noon, was contagious only in the afternoon. Half the world she vaccinated, with poisons injected, what is going on, you are going to see ...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. 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 I'm on the wrong path. Now, it's over. My end is coming. 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. You're everything I am. You're everything I could never be. When my Dad asks me about my day, or lays out plates like I'm still a little kid. I dream about dull days. Those stupid ruts we couldn't shake. You're mine, you. It's just the flickering lights. Not your eyes. Not the bitter taste of your white tongue. 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.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.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. Guiding me to him, the most profound intersection. For destiny's masterpiece, in him, I see. I find solace and solitude. I can decide if I will let go with the crepe myrtle across the ...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 ...A stroll to clear my mind from you Had me wishing you were there, With me, Everytime l try to forget, l remember Everything could be better with you, Wishful illusions of the mind. When l say let go, l don't mean unlove people or walk away because feelings don't fade but they can change. #love #let #go #friendship. 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. 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 ...Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2022. Love is hard. Stillness or as the wanting eyes would wish to see of beauty But babe, love isn't always as patient as who hasn't desired a feeling of that rush Crush, crush, it's crushing my heart waiting on proclaiming my love But it's a heavy still; of being under a rock Love is so hard. #love #hardships #rock. depression poems depression collections. Arlo Disarray 20h. changing masks. maybe i will get to see the sun rise right before my tired, drunken eyes sleep is hard to come by even when i need it after a hard day or a rough week of constantly changing masks to be who i need to be when i’m in certain company i love that i can be me with you no ... 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.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.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! 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 ... 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 ...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 ...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.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. depression poems depression collections. Arlo Disarray 20h. changing masks. maybe i will get to see the sun rise right before my tired, drunken eyes sleep is hard to come by even when i need it after a hard day or a rough week of constantly changing masks to be who i need to be when i’m in certain company i love that i can be me with you no ... 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 …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 ...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.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.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.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.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.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. HP Writers Spotlight: Marshal Gebbie. ~ December 2023 HP Poet: Marshal Gebbie Age: 78 Country: New Zealand Question 1: We welcome you to the HP Spotlight, Marshal. Please tell us about your background? Marshal: "My name is Marshal Gebbie and I write under "M" or "M@Foxglove.­Taranaki. NZ". Short Hello Poems. Short Hello Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hello by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hello by length and keyword.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 ...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.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 ...If I were a sculptor Working all alone, I'd carve you a statue From a precious stone. If I were a potter Bent over the wheel I'd knead your soft body With the greatest zeal. If I were an angel From the starry sky I'd make you immortal With my holy eye. Yet, I'm just a plain man With an honest view, I can do no other, But to care for you. 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 ... La Voce De La Luce (Originally penned on Monday, September 18th, 2023) I hear him / I see him / I fathom him / From afar / Knowing that love looms over the horizon. / He gives me the wings to soar / Into the dreamscape / There I find stillness, heartsease & the resplendant, radiant moonbeams / The mellifluous musicality / —He spirits me away ...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 ... 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 I'm on the wrong path. Now, it's over. My end is coming. 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 ...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. 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. 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. Whereas stimuli and light override my senses, the coolness and silence of night dampens them, and with it, my thoughts race.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. Saša Milivojev - CORONA. . “Crisis Committee”, to rejuvenate. Corona was her name, The old hag was insane. On Earth they made the poisons fall. blamed for infection, She had working hours, sleeping before noon, was contagious only in the afternoon. Half the world she vaccinated, with poisons injected, what is going on, you are going to see ...B Mar 3. In my Room. How lovely you look, so lit up. I always keep my room glowing like a subtle dream sunset; orange, lavender, vibrant peach. Now you're mine in the midnight hour overcome by it, for a week. Hoping you'll notice the lonely pothos leaves she's survived so much we have both survived living with me.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 ...These poems into which We pour our hearts Other than the smallest few Shall be lost in endless cyber space Like billions of trillions of others The loves that we swear eternally Can last no longer than lovers' lives It shall be negated by death Other than to an unknown And unknowing energy By Phil RobertsChristina Rossetti. The Lowest Place. Give me the lowest place: not that I dare Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died That I might live and share Thy glory by Thy side. Give me the lowest place: or if for me That lowest place too high, make one more low Where I may sit and see My God and love Thee so.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.Our souls entwined As one passion ignites Burning like the sun And two hearts that beat as one no longer ever apart and our love is like a flame burning bright and true and Our love grows stronger with every kiss and Forever and always it's just me and you. True Lovers ️ …Sa Pagibig. (On love by Kahlil Gibran ; A Translation) Kung magkataon na tawagin ka ng pag-ibig, sumunod ka, Kahit pa ang daan niya'y mahirap at matarik. At kung yakapin ka ng kanyang mga pakpak ay magpaubaya ka, Kahit pa ang mga punyal na nakatago sa kanyang mga balahibo ay kaya kang sugatan. At kung mangusap siya sa iyo ay maniwala ka, Kahit ...Take me to a hotel, where lips and eyes can meet, Under the shadow of the lamp and the crisp, white sheets, Take me there, so I may realign our bodies into their perfect symmetry, Under the sheets, toss me and turn me, fit my lock to your key. The curve of a spine, the dimple in your back, The desperate sensuality that I now lack, The fragrant ...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 ...You hit me like a wave. I drifted away, coming into the shore, and lied there with nothing but my naked eyes; the sun covered my cold, barren body. Radiating sunshine and weakness as the sea called over me, you traipsed and towered over my sight, blinding me with your ivory skin lit as the match fired the sky.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.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.”. Last ». 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The water monkey is clean at heart.Feb 8, 2022 · A Collection Of The 11+ Best ‘Hello’ Poems: First Impressions Last When most people think of poetry, they think of dense and difficult language that is hard to understand. However, some of the most beautiful poetry can be found in simple words and phrases. 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!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. 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 ... 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.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 ... Akta Agarwal Jun 2021. Jealousy. 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Sinisinta kita Sa kabila ng iyong mga pagkukulang. Pagpapatawad at pag-ibig Umaapaw buhat sa aking kaibuturan. Batuhin ka man ng lahat Ay hindi kita iiwan. Hindi ito isang pangako, Bagkus ito ang aking puso. Patuloy kitang ipananalangin, Hangga’t sa kaya ko pa. Hindi kita susukuan Ako’y yuyukod sa Maykapal. #tagalog. 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 want to take you to walk the beach at sunrise. You are probably sleeping, so I'll carry you in my arms. We can study the peebles and find a perfect spot to lie down, I can smell Johnson's on your hair and the dream you had last night. #child #love #childlike #birth #abortion #motherhood #mother #beach #sunrise. 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. 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.Ham on Rye: A Novel 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 ...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 ...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 …100 Selected Poems by E. E. Cummings. 521.2k. I Like My Body When It Is With Your. E. E. Cummings. I Like My Body When It Is With Your. i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones ...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. 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 ... 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. Whereas stimuli and light override my senses, the coolness and silence of night dampens them, and with it, my thoughts race.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.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 ...Flowers 🌺🌹🌺🌹 🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷. #flowers. Continue reading... maria 7d. Lover's Spring. Like soap, your poetry cleanses my soul. On paper, I'm filthy from your touch, and your honey is sticky on my fingers. But, your words and your laugh are a spring that douses me in bubbles and gold. I sip from your tears and sweat, and ... Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2022. Love is hard. Stillness or as the wanting eyes would wish to see of beauty But babe, love isn't always as patient as who hasn't desired a feeling of that rush Crush, crush, it's crushing my heart waiting on proclaiming my love But it's a heavy still; of being under a rock Love is so hard. #love #hardships #rock. a poem that rhymes but revolution doesn't lend itself to be-bopping then my neighbor who thinks i hate asked – do you ever write tree poems – i like trees so i thought i'll write a beautiful green tree poem peeked from my window to check the image noticed that the school yard was covered with asphalt no green – no trees grow in manhattan The best place to read and share poetry on the internet. 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 ...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.Christina Rossetti. The Lowest Place. Give me the lowest place: not that I dare Ask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died That I might live and share Thy glory by Thy side. Give me the lowest place: or if for me That lowest place too high, make one more low Where I may sit and see My God and love Thee so.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 cityBest Hello Poems. Below are the all-time best Hello poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of hello poems written by PoetrySoup members. From Hello To Goodbye. Life's full of phrases.Set Sail. Set sail upon the sea of faith where hope is heaven without sun and in the glory of light we bathe Set sail amongst white wings and clouds where peace is beyond blue oceans of time and waves Set sail and follow the way of wind and breeze where voices call you to be strong and beckon you to be brave.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.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.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.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.KALAYAAN - Tulang Akrostiko. Kailan mo nasabing malaya ka na kung pati magulang mo ay hinihigpitan ka. Anong kalayaan mayroon ka ba kung habambuhay ka namang nakatali sa punding bombilya. Lahat ba kaya **** gawin upang maging malaya ka kung bawat paraang alam mo'y laging pumapalya?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 ...You hit me like a wave. I drifted away, coming into the shore, and lied there with nothing but my naked eyes; the sun covered my cold, barren body. Radiating sunshine and weakness as the sea called over me, you traipsed and towered over my sight, blinding me with your ivory skin lit as the match fired the sky. 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. 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.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.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.Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. #self-esteem #self-encouragement. #self-esteem poetry: xxx. The best place to read and share poetry on the internet. If I were a sculptor Working all alone, I'd carve you a statue From a precious stone. If I were a potter Bent over the wheel I'd knead your soft body With the greatest zeal. If I were an angel From the starry sky I'd make you immortal With my holy eye. Yet, I'm just a plain man With an honest view, I can do no other, But to care for you.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 ...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.You hit me like a wave. I drifted away, coming into the shore, and lied there with nothing but my naked eyes; the sun covered my cold, barren body. Radiating sunshine and weakness as the sea called over me, you traipsed and towered over my sight, blinding me with your ivory skin lit as the match fired the sky.Short Hello Poems. Short Hello Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hello by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hello by length and keyword.Joy of missing out on birthday celebration, on Christmas dinner, on holiday in Crete. On football match, on random date with a random girl. On a hotel room, on a wedding, on a funeral, and on see-you-soon. Joy of missing out, not fear, as we're told. Joy of missing out on time, which is always gone. Unsurmountable joy!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.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.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 ... 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 ... Home is an old red rucksack that my mother took round Chile filled with my baggiest trackies for months where home is trains and tubes and my headphones on coachesInvisible 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.Ham on Rye: A Novel 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 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. 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. A stroll to clear my mind from you Had me wishing you were there, With me, Everytime l try to forget, l remember Everything could be better with you, Wishful illusions of the mind. When l say let go, l don't mean unlove people or walk away because feelings don't fade but they can change. #love #let #go #friendship.selina 1h. a (d-list actress playing) saint. i wince because you wanted me to love you tenderly and tirelessly, but tragically for you, all you ever did was waste my precious time. so, sure, you can twist my words, do it for your own self-assurance, but i will note yours down accurately, for my own sanity and art; i can handle being publicly ... 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. 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.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 …These poems into which We pour our hearts Other than the smallest few Shall be lost in endless cyber space Like billions of trillions of others The loves that we swear eternally Can last no longer than lovers' lives It shall be negated by death Other than to an unknown And unknowing energy By Phil RobertsFounded 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 …Short Hello Poems. Short Hello Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Hello by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Hello by length and keyword.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 ...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 …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. 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. Shame. I am the match to your flame, Your icing on the cake. Mistake. You have no choice, Silly of you to think twice. Nice. 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.. Michigan orthopedic specialists, Victors florence sc, Sunshine spa, News journal online daytona beach, Sss steel, Mcaninch arts center, Kenzies, Wilding wallbeds, City of bluefield wv, Bay harbor golf club, Houghton auction, Wedge inn, Strawbery banke museum, Westwood cc vienna, Woodman's market kenosha, Miller cabins, Montgomery pediatric dentistry, Suburban ford of ferndale.