#me poems on Hello Poetry

Nat Lipstadt 4d

I always check tomorrow's weather,
so I can better plan the upcoming day,
and rearrange my
empty day's activities
better:
nobody tole me
they usually get it w~rong

no need to watch sports no more,
cause when I do, somebody wins
in the last second with a buzzer beater and so far, sports media still reports the "actual truth" about who won...
Save myself three hours!!!

but nobody tole me

my debits ate somebody else's credits; confusing, but not my fault

cause nobody tole me

guess I'm a mess,
but it's ok nonetheless,

hehehe, yup
be cause
nobody tole me

June 2025

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Henryk Jun 4

Just give in (adult)

Oh god, yes I hear you say with a grin.
"Dont stop at all, just please give in".

I hold your wrists, tighter and tighter
A thought through my head says "kiss, caress and bite her".

With a touch and a whisper beside your ear
It sends you into a frenzy, that much is clear.

My hands, they move further down your skin
I then hear you whisper ,"Oh god, oh please just put it in".

Harder and faster between your hips,
The air, it's warm as it escapes your lips.

Your touch, your body, I crave it all
Be careful whilst on top, you wouldn't want to fall.

You feel me losing all control, the dimensions between us are so very thin

You body moves on it's own, pure ecstasy it is. You grab hard and scream "just give in"

If this is too spicey please let me know. 😅

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Rebecca May 30

I try

It speaks to me
hold your breath
feel my skin
underneath.
It speaks to me
hold your neck
feel my sweat
underneath.

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Molly May 27

Chill Guy

Its September, just kitten!
Did I Mistake you for a cat?!
Its okay, dont worry.

I am a human.
Chill Guy, If you will.

Shout-out to XiaoLongBao for inspiring this poem.

#me

Dorothea Daisy May 27

Daisy

In a world full of trees, I'm a daisy.
I don't understand trees--what they see.

Yet I whisper secrets to the trees,
Make sure that nobody sees.

Then I dream of words like falling rain,
They wash me clean, but don't end the pain.

My teacher asked us to draw ourselves as trees. There were kids who drew: trunks, branches, willows and leaves. But I drew a Daisy. Surrounded by trees.

#me #daisy #flower #trees #tree

Dorothea Daisy May 25

A Failure, a Ghost, and Me

I haven’t written for so long,
I guess too many things are wrong.

There’s a voice telling me to quit,
and one repeating I’d hate myself if I did.

I’m a failure. I failed. Then I failed again,
It’s driving me crazy. I’m insane.

That exam, the mark I haven’t yet seen,
It doesn’t matter—I’m just fourteen.

IF I am a failure, and let everyone down,
My friends will still live in this town.

Kids on playgrounds will still laugh,
They won’t realise ALL of this is tough.

And I will still turn fifteen then sixteen,
No matter how I am being seen.

Perceived by the little girl in me,
By all the things I can never be.

I’ll still walk past mirrors and see the scars,
Still look at the sky in hope I find stars.

So I can be a failure and not give up,
And therefore I award myself a gold cup.

I can feel my sadness from within,
Because I never ever ever win.

That doesn’t mean I’m a failure tho,
I hope my thoughts don’t show.

I wear noise cancelling headphones,
Just to hear the voice in my bones.

But it isn’t real—This voice is a ghost,
It can’t tell me what I value most.

I used to hate ghosts—I was scared,
Is that why me and my ghost got paired?

Now could I have, my dear—
Become the thing you used to fear?

Accepting change and failure

#failure #ghost #me

Sam S May 2

Before The Body

Before the body,
there was only light…
two sparks circling the same sky,
whispering across the night
without names, without form.
Only memory waiting to return.

No promises of peace were made.
Only one truth:
When the time comes, shake me awake.
Break me, if that’s what it takes.

It was never meant to be easy.
Only real.

So when the fire comes…
eyes that know too much,
hands carrying a mirror
no one else dares to hold…
something ancient stirs.

Not a fairytale reunion.
Not soft edges,
but friction that strips illusions clean.

Some connections aren’t meant to soothe.
They arrive to undo.
To pull up what was buried,
to tap the nerves no one else could reach.
A mirror that doesn’t flatter,
but reveals.

The kind that doesn’t offer safety…
but demands truth.

And through the ache,
a quiet remembering:
this has happened before.

Maybe not in this skin,
but in some echo of a life
where recognition wasn’t a feeling…
it was a force.

Not everyone would see it.
But for those who’ve made the pact…
the soul knows.

#recognition #wake #me

Cynthia Apr 17

Dear Mirror

I still can’t see myself in the mirror.

I am afraid that when I look at my reflection,
I wouldn’t bear seeing what I’ve become.
My eyes would still carry the same weight they did so many years ago.
Physically growth is evident,
most of my wounds had scarred,
my hair grew a couple inches.

I am most afraid of what I see beyond the surface.
I mean the most minute and insignificant details that shape who I am hidden to be.
I lack the “shine” in my eyes.
The slump in my shoulders from the heavy burden I’ve carried through life.

The mirror is my most intimate friend,
and that scares me even more.
It’s seen my most vulnerable moments.
Moments that my own mind tries to erase through sleepless nights,
yet when I see mirror
it all floods back like a hurricane I wasn’t warned of.

When I look in the mirror I see myself from my perspective,
and I drown in my self hatred.
I have to face myself,
someone I despise so much.
To the point it almost physically aches.

I can’t look at myself because in me I see her,
a girl I once was… I once knew.
Would she have ever forgiven me?
For what I turned out to be.
I want to know how she did it,
I used to think growth brought healing yet honestly I envy her more than I think she’d envy me.
How did she manage to deal with it?
And why did I loose that?
Where did it all go to hell?

“I’m sorry”
Is all I’m able to say.

I look back up at the mirror.
I still hate it,
can’t stand it.
I don’t think I’ll ever come to terms with the person I turned out to be.

#sad #hate #depressing #grief #me #unfiltered

Caden Apr 23

Cracked mirror

Woke up with a war in my head,
Fighting the mirror 'til everything’s red.
I pull at my skin like it's something to fix,
But nothing I do ever seems to stick.
Grades slipping like sand through my hands,
Chasing perfection that I can’t withstand.
They say “You’ve got time,” but it feels like a lie,
I’m drowning in pressure, I don’t even try.
I hate what I see and I hate who I am,
A tangled-up mess that they’ll never understand.
Lost in the static, I’m breaking apart,
Cracks in the mirror, scars on my heart.
They tell me to smile like I should be fine,
But I'm tangled in thorns on a delicate vine.
I hate being me, hate being her,
Lost in a world that feels like a blur.
Can’t figure out life when I’m failing at me,
Can’t be who they want or who I wanna be.
Everything’s heavy, it’s crushing my chest,
I can’t catch a breath, I can’t get any rest.
I hate what I see and I hate who I am,
A tangled-up mess that they’ll never understand.
Lost in the static, I’m breaking apart,
Cracks in the mirror, scars on my heart.
Maybe I’m hopeless or maybe I’m weak,
Maybe I’m lost in the words I can’t speak.
Maybe I’m trapped in a life I can’t mold,
Maybe I’m young but I feel so **** old.
I hate what I see and I hate who I am,
A tangled-up mess that they’ll never understand.
Lost in the static, I’m breaking apart,
Cracks in the mirror, scars on my heart.

#depression #me