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Ilaria Hobbs Poem
My poems don’t really ever rhyme
I’m never good with words
I’ve never studied poetry
or lessons to be learned
But that can’t stop my needing
My desire to be heard
To scream and shout into the void
When my heart feels burned
So instead of rhyming like I am
I only write free verse
And usually my final draft
Is really just my first
I say what comes into my mind
Launch it free like a bird
And pray the words that I set free
Will show me to the world
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2023
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My dear eagle,
I do not abhor you, though I may have spat your name with bitter curses
We are bound in the same chains
Just because you do not struggle
Because you cannot feel them bite against your neck
Does not mean they are not there
You think you are like them because you fly
You think you are closer to a god on Olympus
Than a man, chained forever to the ground
But we men see, and so to do the gods, that you are more mortal than those you rip each day to pieces
You say you are free,
But do you choose each day to consume me?
To tear my liver from my body,
to decimate your own brother
Do you do this out of love for your uncaring master?
Or because you know, deep in your chest, that if you do not it will be you who lies in my place
Limbs splayed in agony
Gut a grotesque display for those who watch from below
A cautionary tale
But let me tell you, my dear eagle
Though I suffer, still I smile
For the spark I stole cannot be extinguished
The wisdom I shared cannot be forgotten
It spreads across the earth, a quiet blaze
The people’s rage
Is not for you, but for your master
He who clips your wings with your pitiful consent
Though you, like so many, masquerade as a god you can never be
Harm your people as the gods do to protect from their own wrath
I, like so many, despite this futility, raise my chin
And spite the gods with undying breath
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2025
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Ilaria Hobbs Poem
Media mania floods our screens with state certified hysteria.
Pushing panic to the top so it can reach the most vulnerable area
Every day I open my phone I’m faced with something scarier
They’re raising me for slaughter, grown to pick, agraria.
This burial of free thought is scarier than we thought
Cause they’re teaching us to think not, trying to make us all hot
Under the collar and my mom says
It’s just making my brain rot
And she might be right, I get caught
Up in this tangled knotted
around all my problems
I can’t see past my damned phone screen.
Every day it’s harder to reach the people around me
I thought it was supposed to be
easier with all of this
social technology, but all these fears and problems just keep piling up on me.
Trying to keep us hooked,
Taking advantage of our fears
Maybe I need to take some time to myself?
Read a book, close my ears
DON’T STOP, the algorithm says listen! Cause this “alpha male” says women belong kitchen
And this famous artists ex boyfriend is dissin
And every word I say gives them more ammunition
Look I don’t care!
I just wanna let the world keep spinning!
Spinning? Our world is frying and people are crying, and animals and dying even ones we don’t reap but WAIT!
Don’t go to sleep, I know you want to just keep sinking deep
Down further in the rabbit hole, no escape in sight, protesters and rallies and least someone’s trying to fight but even though they’re trying to shed a light, instead it’s making guilt that’s eating me alive
GOOD! That guilt will keep you here, don’t go outside,
here’s another thing to fear.
We’ll keep you locked up, your own mind is a jail
If they keep us all separated
Of course we’re going to fail
They wriggle inside our minds,
Feast on our insides like Taenia.
But I’m so tired, it’s so easy to sink
Down into this media mania.
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2023
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I want his warmth and broad shoulders,
I’ve cried on them so many times
but tonight I don’t reach out to him
asking to dry my eyes.
I want his bellied laugh,
and the gentle way he breathes
I want his arms around me
as he helps me drift to sleep
I want his playful comments,
cause they’re funny and they’re kind
I want to hear him talk for hours,
to help relax my mind.
I want to eat too many cookies
have some hot chocolate or some tea
I want to build a pillow fort
and watch some dumb movie
I’m not looking for romance,
I don’t want kisses just to spend
a tired night of cuddles
with my closest, dearest friend
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2023
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I think I hate writing poems about you
They stack up so fast, 1,2,3 this is 4 now
And they used to be a blast, I couldn’t wait to write you more. Now,
The warm, strong arms around me have been replaced with warm, wet tears
And God no I could never hate you
But I used to think I could see you at any hour, any time
Now to see you it’s like I have to scour for any dime
The comfort that I used to know has been replaced with only fears
I feel like I’ve been betrayed by you
That one night when I needed you the most I was alone
I ended up in the hospital and you say you’re trying to atone
We used to talk for hours, I’ve watched as your longing slowly disappears
At the end of the day, I love you
But my love feels so pathetic and one sided
My poems feel so sloppy and misguided
I used to cherish writing out our love for just our ears
Now I don’t know if any of it is true
And that’s why I hate writing poems about you.
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2024
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Hot water feels like heaven rolling down my back
And even in the dead of winter sweet citrus reminds me of the sun
Sweeter still my mom presents me with my favourite snack
My best friend’s phone is always on for me
I know that he always has my back
My icy breaths give thanks to every growing tree
My grandfather’s piano rings with charming sound
Although the nights are long, dark and black
I will always be grateful for these little corners of life that I’ve found
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2023
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Cracked lips and dry skin
Why does the winter treat me,
Like a corpse long dead on ice?
Perhaps not for hate
But trying to save my life
Seeing me through until spring
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2024
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Just like the countdown before Christmas
I’ve experienced these things a hundred times
15, 14, 13, 12, 11,
Giddy bubbles rise through my stomach
at the thought of a movie I’ve seen twice before.
My legs tremble as I walk
the same path I take to school each morning.
10, 9, 8, 7, 6,
Always counting down to moments of bliss.
A thousand flavours in the market,
but all I want to taste is you.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0
And then it starts all over again.
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2023
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It’s satisfying
Red drops spilling onto white tile
Ruining the beautiful innocence of happiness I once had,
stains on the pristine floor of an expensive bathroom in an expensive house
It’s satisfying because it’s damage I did to myself
Because I’m supposed to be expensive too,
perfect, crystal clean white
But this time the red isn’t from ink marking an A+
It’s satisfying because the red on the floor I can clean
I mop it up with toilet paper, press a button and it’s gone down the drain
If no one ever sees, then was it even there at all?
It’s satisfying because it never leaves
Even if I mopped it all up, my skin will never be the same
The lines and marks and imperfections, I’m damaged now
Who wants damaged goods?
It’s no fun to thrift for a new child
It’s satisfying because it leaves me full
Full of shattered glass carving through my lungs
Because I can hear my heartbeat in the burning space the knife ran hours after I folded it closed
It’s satisfying because it leaves me empty
Like I’m caving into my chest cavity
Cold and dark and alone, no matter how hot and full the room
Most of all it’s satisfying because I can’t stop
Because after 8 months
8 months of yoga in the morning
8 months of tea and reading at night
8 months without touching a blade to my skin
I’m right back where I started.
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2023
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I want to be hot
I want to smell sweat and cheep vodka
Cigarettes and Victoria secret perfume
Cheeks burning red
I want to be known
Sit with a stranger on the roof
Talk for hours, fall in love
I’ll never see her again
I want to be reckless
Lose my favourite lipstick
Scream too loud and not regret it
Not care about tomorrow
Hot, fiery, heard
Free, loud, crazy
Loved, raw, true
I want to be young
I want to be me
Copyright © Ilaria Hobbs | Year Posted 2024
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