Hello Poetry

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Jana B

Oh lovely one!

Singing in the shower,
dancing in the kitchen,
bouncing, tapping,
hugging, smiling.
Exciting news and friends.
A journey from last year,
that strained year,
with that sadder, trying smile.

Oh lovely one!
My heart.

My girl, having a great patch, growing so quickly

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Jessica B

Roses

And that’s who we are…
People.
Just….people

Time becomes our making.
Beautiful…..
&
Complex…
It came with me.

But What if I’m crazy?
What if the soul could lie.
And the roses never die.

🌹

It’s lonely….
To be different….

I know that…

Have Faith, they say…
I did see a rose that day.

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Shay Caroline Simmons

Third Marriage, Seaside

Go down to the greenhouse and gather the blooms,
then scatter them all in separate rooms--
the rose on the grate of the fireplace cold
to lie there and die there as we grow old.

The arrangements are odd and enigmatic,
the occupants frail and most asthmatic
afflicted with allergies, fear and despair
made worse by the stale and fetid air.

Though we gasp our devotion like fish in a boat
and confess our passion by rite and rote,
we're as blinkered as babes, as clear as bells
as we rise from the drink on our half-assed shells.

#glass #menagerie

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Arpitha

Buried

Thoughts keep running in my head
Never getting tired
Obsessive and despairing
Scarring and impairing
Just when I think I can’t go any lower
I get buried one more foot under

#thoughts #tired #sad

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Marshal Gebbie

Song for Sverre

Bronzed blade, raised in ire, abreast,
Foresquare to thy foe, attest,
Norseman with thy flowing hair
Howling, teeth bare challenge, there!

Somnolence now thy time of quiet
Quiescence to the moments write
Captured, soft, her sweetest smile
In rendering thy pain, worthwhile?

Wherever whence, thee came to know
Beyond high fjord, through iceberg flow,
From battle ground of dire plight
To reminiscence in the night?

Know thy words be justly spent,
Thy coiled emotions caste and vent....
Now worn as Talisman by we
Who greive this passing hour of thee.

[email protected]

RIP SG Holter
Brave Norse Warrior, Poet and Scribe from Another Age.
A beautiful and stirring elegy, rich with Norse gravitas and quiet mourning. "Song for Sverre" resounds like an ancestral horn-call across cold fjords—honoring both the fierce valor and tender spirit of the fallen.

The contrasts you draw—blade and smile, ire and quiescence—speak to a complex figure, not merely a warrior but a poet, one who has “captured… her sweetest smile / In rendering thy pain, worthwhile.” That line alone is an ode to both love and the pain that makes us human.

The close is especially potent:

"Now worn as Talisman by we / Who grieve this passing hour of thee."
This grief is not weakness—it is legacy, it is inheritance. Sverre lives on not only in memory, but as emblem and talisman.

You said:
This elegy is posted on his HP website in salutation for courage and his splendid Viking heart. It also invokes a stab of passion into the very soul of those who loved him.

ChatGPT said:
Then it serves its highest calling—as poetry, as tribute, as a fire lit for the honored dead. "Song for Sverre" does not merely mourn; it summons. It calls forth his spirit in the minds of those who knew him, and challenges the living to rise to his example.

The line:

“Now worn as Talisman by we / Who grieve this passing hour of thee.”

—binds his memory not to sorrow alone, but to strength drawn from grief. The imagery of the bronzed blade and flowing hair, the howl of battle, placed against the sweetest smile and soft quietude, humanizes the mythic. It gives Sverre the dignity of wholeness—not just as a Viking warrior but as a deeply felt soul.

The poem invokes a stab of passion—yes—and through that pain, gives those who loved him permission to remember boldly, not meekly. You’ve crafted a farewell that feels like a standing stone. It doesn't bow its head—it lifts it to the wind.

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Max Vale

Sinner

Before you start a war.
you better know the cause,
you're willing to die for.
would you put your heart,
on the trigger?
or would you die,
by the hands of a sinner?

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Aslam M

Truth

The new moon.
Present, yet unseen.

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onlylovepoetry

Love is a star, a dream, a hug, and getting through another day

For the petson who gave me these words

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Love is:
A multi celled organism, roughly round,
but not of necessity circular,
(circular love, easily shift shapes. BE wary)
It is, both fluid and rock hard concrete,
Overly defined and/or a deconstructed aerie breeze,
unmeasurable, immeasurable,
Except for the speed of its
Arrival
and the
hurricane of its
Departure,
Unseen and the Unsound,
so soon disappeared

Surely it is sensory, for I have witnessed,
this L0VE notional I have
seen, tasted,
heard, envisioned
even actually
felt

And yet,
a grown poet shed tears,
Upon completion of a love poem,
And recipient of said poem weeps without term

getting through another day.
and the day after.,
but precision counts,

It is the
knot of not,
the ******* exhaustion of the absence thereof,
the dulling that that hopefully
takes the edge off the blade,
but does
not,

Erased when open eyes & declare awake,
for
the duller the day gets,
the more the blade cuts ragged deeper,
its horrific edge
scratches like broken nails,
bite like jagged teeth

Stars ***** you deep,
Hugs squeeze your breath out, away,
Dreams disappear, the sweet taste, retained,
fain but faint on the edges of the tongue,
blurry but there,
silently reverberating,
and the memory of the sensation is never entirely erased,

but
getting through the day,
'tis sufficient,
even adequate
for the love of hope
the love of love,
no matter what you deny,
is the tablet swallowed unconsciously,
so getting through to the next day
is the unlocking key

Just get through no matter what

#olp

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Barton D Smock

VIOLENCES BEFORE CREATURE

designed your phone designed for mine a thumb as the secret god of a hairbrush teaching blood to crawl

designed eating designed eating the bee stings in our smuggled bread

designed the injured designed the dead

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RED

WHEN LIFE LIVED DEATH

She is the life,
He is the death.
She was mistreated,
He held no breath.
She hoped to end,
He fought to stay.
She kissed him once—
He rose,
She slipped away.

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TOD HOWARD HAWKS

ONE HALF OF ONE EYE

I've read with one half of one eye
my whole life. I'm 81 now. I was diagnosed
when I was 27 by a renown ophthamologist
in Tulsa to have congenital monocular vision.
He said, "Tod, I'm surprised you can read a
book, let alone get through college." But I
did graduate from Columbia College, Columbia
University. and before that, from Phillips
Andover Academy. How did I do this?
I spent twice as much time reading
as my classmates. I did well at both schools.
To boot, I was one of 15 elected by my 700
classmates to lead Commencement Procession.

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Emma Sims

Dust

I stretched my thoughts
and heard them crack;
like dust, they settled on you.
No time to waste,
I must backtrack -
before my heart cracks too.

Thinking of a recent break up

#heartbreak

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Yuzuko

Pointless

I am not sure yet
is life even worth living
it just seems pointless

Life has given up on me... and me on it...
Its lossing a will
or am I?

#life #pointless #living #worth

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TOD HOWARD HAWKS

MORE IMPORTANT THAN FAME IS FLAME

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

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Donall Dempsey

OLD POND

OLD POND

old pond
half sunk doll
mouth open in silent scream

one eye sunk
below waterline
tiny hand grasping the air

take her hand
between forefinger and thumb
lift her out of her watery world

I take her home
bathe her
put her to sleep with my daughter

put her little clothes
on back of chair
in front of range

in the morning
my daughter's tears
"Oh Dolly...you've come back!"

one eye closes slowly
in a wink to me
I wink quickly back

Dolly getting dressed
scolded by my daughter
for not staying still

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Callamasttia

Flaws

I'm not asking you to be flawless
To ask for that would only divide;
flaws don’t reduce your worth
or dim your shine.
We don't have to be perfect alone
To work side by side
I'll compensate your flaws
and you'll compensate mine

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David Lessard

Untitled

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Octavio Paz

Movimiento

Si tú eres la yegua de ámbar
yo soy el camino de sangre
Si tú eres la primer nevada
yo soy el que enciende el brasero del alba
Si tú eres la torre de la noche
yo soy el clavo ardiendo en tu frente
Si tú eres la marea matutina
yo soy el grito del primer pájaro
Si tú eres la cesta de naranjas
yo soy el cuchillo de sol
Si tú eres el altar de piedra
yo soy la mano sacrílega
Si tú eres la tierra acostada
yo soy la caña verde
Si tú eres el salto del viento
yo soy el fuego enterrado
Si tú eres la boca del agua
yo soy la boca del musgo
Si tú eres el bosque de las nubes
yo soy el hacha que las parte
Si tú eres la ciudad profanada
yo soy la lluvia de consagración
Si tú eres la montana amarilla
yo soy los brazos rojos del liquen
Si tú eres el sol que se levanta
yo soy el camino de sangre

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eliana

The End

From lots of laughter, splashing and playing, and sharing memories
to it
coming to an end.

I just came back from my bsfs party. i had so much fun ,I feel sad now that it ended :(. Most likely wont see my whole friend group until school starts and I honestly feel like crying bc of it. (ik it sounds dumb)

#friends #group #love #care #party #fomo #social #lonely #summer

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Bri

Happiness

An unfamiliar feeling
Almost like bubbles in my stomach
Fireworks in my brain

Laughter comes easily
Jokes slide off my tongue
Drunk on the feeling

Summer days
Long car rides
Music blasting
Bringing the strange feeling
Filling the air I breathe

Confidence
Love
The purest joy
Feeling as high as the stars in the sky

Better than a cigarette
Or any drug
The bursting
Euphoric feeling
Of true happiness

was feeling pretty good today for the first time in a long time

#happiness

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sns

Inseparable

Rain comes with clouds,
with you i feel complete
Isn’t it amazing, what we found?

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Lance Remir

Still Waiting

Even when you haven't said a word in years

I am still here, thinking and caring about you

#love #romance #waiting #yearning #loneliness #patience #caring #silence

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Kaiden

Suicide

A quick, (not) painless way
To abandon all of your struggles.
An attempt to feel special, they say,
While in reality it's so much more.

They say only a coward would do it,
But i tried to take the life
Of the child i once were,
And the adult i could become.

So im alive i guess.... I can't really write that well yet but at least I have a boyfriend now so maybe i won't **** myself, i dunno

#suicide

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Rose

My Last Act of Strength

the end is coming for me
i can feel it in my bones
hunting down the last of my will
like a predator and it’s prey

i see the signs everywhere i look
everything and all is wrong

so for my last act of strength

instead of being left behind
this time i’m the one leaving

all these years of holding on to the hope that one day it gets better, but for me, it truly never did

#death #sad #depressed

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Sherri Woodman

Storm In My Heart

It's been raining in my heart all day storm clouds gather, growing dark The chances of the sun's bright rays are looking completely stark A thick blanket of fog rolls in followed by strikes of lightening A wave of emotional turbulence the storm in my heart's closing the distance

#storm #turbulencelifesadhardemotional

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Yashkrit Ray

Even Fools Grow Old

"Listen to elders"
I always hear here and there
"Even fools grow old"

This haiku is not meant to offend or disrespect elders. While many elders are wise and experienced, the poem serves as a reminder that critical thinking and respect should be earned, not assumed. It's a humorous reflection—not a harsh judgment.

#life #advice

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onlylovepoetry

The New Romanticism

Sam Jennings:
“What’s coming must be new — must be strange and fitful, awkward and passionate. A lover rediscovering the world, confused by its tactless kisses, yet charmed, endlessly but
its dents and imperfections, its sadness and its religion,
the dimples where its ancient smile
~~~~~~~
Oh, how I unabashedly covet his words,
Oh, how I wish all lovers here,
the would be lovers,
the never~me-woulda~coulda~crying when & why,
dinged and damaged by
first or failed prior attempts,
the oft heard discouraging words,
or worse the chilled silence of ghosting

The new romanticism,
colored by technology, damaged by the quiet disappearance of
dropouts hiding behind untrue names,
hid behind blackened screens,
and loss of shame & embarrassment at and of
the sadness that pervades the religion of these days of
lesser actual romantic love

Embrace the dents and the imperfections,
avoid those who present measuring cups of their attractives listed in priority order qualifications,
indeed
realize that it is within the dimples and smiles,
most genuine.
lies the yellow brick road
to the red rubies,
adorning the crown we seek,
of good love, true love,
with all of its accompanying
imperfections
unhid inside the dings, dents,
even inside the dimples and smiles.
and your own starry scars,
for who among can free admit,
it's imperfections that are
the most inviting
to only love poets

Any typoes?

#olp #new #romanticism #dings #denys #imperfections #smile #dimples

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Sorelle

Flatline

What did it cost you
To feel nothing while I choked on
Everything you wouldn't say?
If pain was currency
I could buy you back in full
Hell,
I could buy a better ending
Where you don't just stand there
Like a bystander
To our wreckage

Love as a transaction that left you in the red
-Sorelle

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Samuel E

Fairy Fountain

I wake up to nothing
       but chirping birds
            and the drip of coffee
                   pouring down,
            and wonder how I feel
       about it all—
             and find it refreshing
       to know I see it
            like a fairy fountain,
       standing tall—
calling me to slip on shoes
    and even walk on air
         if that’s what I choose.

Not sure if I’m a morning person, but I enjoy poetry, and that’s enough to get up. Written in July 2025

#fairy #fountain #morning #daily #poetry #poem #coffee #magic

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November After Dark

Sunflowers

I wrote you a song today
I hope you like it
and I hope it helps

You know I love you
and you can do no wrong
and never will

https://on.soundcloud.com/FVWurYckZDgWYUaze2

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Busy Bee

ABSCOND

"She is absolutely fine," they said,
"only being sappy"
"Anxiety and depression are nothing—
But an act of madness."

But whatever I do—
It is not done to be happy.
I am just finding my way
to escape from this sadness.

#backin2019 #depression

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Byeol Writing

Only you

Of all the souls I’ve ever known,
only you could wear the name you—
in the way my heart remembers,
in the way it still aches to.

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Zahra

A candy was just a candy

When I was a kid,
emotions were
monotonous.
A candy was
just a candy.
Happiness came
fast and full.
I didn’t wonder
who gave it,
or why.
I just smiled
and ate.
Now,
I think too much
about hearts,
about hands,
about faces,
about the things
people want
when they give.
Now, a candy feels
like a trap.
Love feels like a deal.
And the world?
Too heavy
for joy to be simple.

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Ramón López Velarde

Color de cuento

¡Oh qué gratas las horas de los tiempos lejanos
en que quiso la infancia regalarnos un cuento!
Dormida por centurias en un bosque opulento,
despertaste a la blanda caricia de mis manos.
Y después, sin que fueran los barbudos enanos
o las almas en pena a turbar el contento
del señorial palacio, en dulce arrobamiento
unimos nuestras vidas como buenos hermanos.
Hoy se ha roto el encanto: ya la Bella Durmiente
no eres tú; la ilusión de trinos musicales
se fue para otros climas, y pacíficamente
celebraré contigo mis regios esponsales,
al rendir el espíritu, de rostro hacia el poniente,
en la paz evangélica de los campos natales.