#dont poems on Hello Poetry

Jessica Jarvis Nov 2018

I don't write to myself.
I don't write for a shelf.
I write for strangers in an electronic abyss.
I don't write to take care.
I don't write just to share.
I write to hide behind metaphorical bliss.
I don't write for my friends.
I don't write for the trends.
I write sometimes because I am just bored.
I don't write 'cause I'm good,
but maybe I should
write for me, what I want, instead of making it a chore.

11/9/18

I miss writing

#i #dont #write #why #do #miss #writing

Julia Gorrie Nov 2018

I would have left.

If I wasn't scared to do so, I would have left the world.
It has given me more pain than not.
I smile less and less each passing day.
My mind shuts down with each ticking of the clock.

My soul keeps getting picked at by the crows who remind us that death is coming with each mindless caw.
They love to scream it to the skies.
As I lie there with my essence bleeding out I think to myself "can it come any sooner?"

I would do it myself, but I'm too afraid, and who knows, maybe there will be a light that clears my path soon or that lifts this unfair burden off of my shoulders.
Despite this naive hope I have, if I was "brave" enough, I would have left this place already.

Sorry this is a little dark, but I'm sure I'm not the only one who has felt this way before.

#depression #dark #sad #burden #world #leaving #left #behind #i #dont

DancingEnt Nov 2018

Missing

I miss the love we used to share
Like autumn winds wisping the leaves
making me feel at home

#love #lost #missing #find #young #gone #dont #be

Qwn Nov 2018

Don't Say Sorry;

Don't say you love me,
And my god, Don't say that you're sorry,
Cause what happened is the past,
But you can't take it back.

#dont #say #sorry #love #past #you #thought #but #feel #back

Rabeya Tasleem Nov 2018

Yet We Don't Want To

I hope,
Yet i don't want to,
I miss,
Yet i don't want to,
I love,
Yet i don't want to,
Making me heartless again,
We left each other for good,
Yet we don't want to.

#hello #poetry #yet #we #dont #want #to #share #love #spread

Bryce Nov 2018

You are an operative

It is all fake sadness
Without cups, no sprite to collect the rains
We are an endless rolling fog
on the edge of the terrain.

We are foxes living in the suburbs
we are sneaky creatures not meant for fluorescent light-bulbs
and streetlamps
We are the oldest vulpines alive

I had been asked about symbology-- about flags and shapes and geometric plagues
I had to recollect the places in my head, London was a dime, Berlin was a teeter-totter
U.S.A was a great big long balloon snake

There wasn't anything left to say in the barbershop,
the razor blades dully buzzing,
no songs but the buzzing
of satellite radio

I got a removal done,
my deforested head could feel the wind caress it
I was a new and reemerged cocoon with a lacking self-confidence
I studied books and computers at Best Buy

You were a yet unknown quantity
you were god in the skies of San Ramon Valley High
Or perhaps the other prestige of some other village dream
You emerged and contained within the largest fib

Give me one good reason why
You deserve any more of god than the earth.

#secret #senshi #dont #be #too #sketchy

cleann98 Oct 2018

there is no deeper meaning. no hidden message. stop trying to read between the lines.

this poem is just about a bakeshop.
no allegories
no symbolisms
no idioms
no metaphors.

mother kneads the dough.
she does it so well.
pounding the white clay
with such masterful effort
her hands do not tire.
neither tires her arms.
neither her thighs tremble.
neither her smile
it charms.

mother had been standing there
untiringly since dawn.
and yet she does not stop.

it has been raining incessantly
ever since she woke up
and yet she does not stop.

not even a single costumer appeared
not a single knock on the door
and yet she does not stop.

daughter asked her out already
daughter asked her to close the shop

daughter always says
and with a lot of sense
watching mother work
simply is not worth
the miniscule sells

yet still she does not stop.

daughter asks mother
far too much.
she asks why mother is always smiling
she asks why mother works hard as such
she asks why mother why it was always raining

daughter asks mother
why no one is waiting at the counter?
daughter then followed
where is brother and father?
and finally daughter asks
why no one, for their shop, would bother?

to which mother just replied
"let us simply pray for better weather"

don't try to find an analysis
you wom't gain anything from asking anything
this is
the most blatant poem
you will read ever
just look at the title.

#dont #ask #too #many #questions

Crego Oct 2018

"Ruminate"

You just had to
go ahead and
make me remember
why I wanted to
stop talking to you
in the first place.

1230

#i #dont #want #to #overthink #about #you #again