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MicMag Feb 2019
Cien poemas
     In less than a year
Muchas palabras
     Flowing line after line
Looking back now
     Digo con confianza
La poesía
     Is the best "waste of time"
This is my 100th published poem on HP.

It's been a fantastic ride sharing in this poetry community, reading brilliant works of art, sparking new ideas, and seeing the power in our words.

Poetry and other forms of art are sometimes derided as a "waste of time." I already disagreed with that sentiment but this past half year or so has shown me again the real value in both reading and writing poetry. So thank you, fellow poets, for making this a great artistic community truly worth our time!
Mil gracias and here's to hundreds more!
joren's Jan 2019
Should of started your good bye
Right when you arrived
Cause i wasn't ready
Time wasn't steady
You we're here a minute
And gone the next
Was that 20 minutes
or a couple secs
Or wait a minute
I'm just a wreck
When you're around
time passes wack
My eyes are fountains
I want you back
It takes a long time to say bye to someone when you dont want to
underestimated Jan 2019
I'm honestly better without you
I hope this is the last poem I write about you
I feel that I have wasted all of my words on you
And I thought you were the only one who could make me truly happy
But that's not true
Because I met someone new
So much better than you
And I will not write about you anymore
Because she is the one that I adore
She is the one who deserves my words
Not you
I won't waste my words anymore...
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2019
Today my heart beats sick with shame
A million pieces I am reluctant to claim
I am losing touch with the person I am
Losing you and my life is a sham
Please crave me more than drugs
Craving you and your comforting hugs
Your heartbeat sounds slow, far away and low
I'm not ready for my crutch to go
You have ways of drawing me in
Witness devotion carved into my skin
I bleed out lost time I wasted on you
Love me how I always wanted, like I loved you
People have different ways of showing their affection
Tiger Striped Jan 2019
as i left
i set fire
to every word i ever wrote for you
so that it meant
as much to me
as it did to you
nothing at all
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2019
I wish I was able to wave a magic wand
Take all our broken pieces
Put us together perfectly
Without cracks, chips, and creases.

I wish I was an ancient shaman
Who could heal with just one touch
Caress each and every wound and fracture
Soothe pain so doesn't hurt as much.

I wish my muscles could bear both our burdens
Not falter under their weight
Peace the impossible destination
When we carry baggage we hate.

I wish we could rise high above
Small opinions of close-minded folk
It seems perfect until someone makes a comment
Reminding me our relationship is a joke.

I wish the day would come where we walk hand-in-hand
Without obstacles in our way
Across this beautiful atlas
Not stopping until far away.

I wish for a paintbrush
Large enough to paint the sky blue
Tried different shades of navy and indigo
I never could find the right hue.

I wish I had the ability to sculpt
A duplicate of your heart out of clay
Savor these wild emotions
Relive your love day after day.

I wish I was cold enough to make time freeze
But precious minutes and hours won't bend
When will I discover that love never lasts?
Time destroys all things in the end.
Everything must come to an end
Abigail Rose Jan 2019
Memorize poetry—
Wonder what you did that for—
Time is currency.
Poetic T Jan 2019
Prayers all like confetti,
  you may think there pretty
throwing them in the air.

But the reality is no ones
                      catching them.
There just cold on the floor,
                                       wasted.

Make you better
by trying, not asking.
           For only your
           listening to you.
madison Jan 2019
i feel weak
everyday another piece of me folds in
slowly
im becoming the thing you never wanted to see
im becoming to reach the point you hoped i would never

im the piece of paper in the bottom of your bag
the one you needed
you lost it and spent ages looking for it
but by the time you found it
it was torn to shreds
it was no longer useful
and you groaned and complained
but then you got another
and you were thankful that there were others
to replace the one you forgot about
until it was too late

but i couldn't forget
i laid there in pieces wondering what happened
you cared
but you realized it got bad
and then you realized it was too late
and you moved onto the next person to care about
until it was too late for them too.
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