nim - Hello Poetry

Jan 2019

Abhijeeth

Blue

Do you know about the color blue?
It is in the sky and in me too.
Disguising itself as the color of calm,
in the river held back by a dam,
always in the background, in neglect,
blue hits me when I least expect.

The color of calm has a hidden side,
waiting for me to get tongue tied.
Silence is blue's favorite pastime,
tried to fight him with music and a rhyme,
blue is good in color only,
he haunts me whenever I am lonely.

A bit of advice from me to you,
advice about the demon blue.
Don't listen to the voices in your head,
don't let the color tie you to your bed,
I know it's tough to fight the blue,
I want you to know I believe in you,
don't let this story be about blue,
take it back, it's time you flew,
don't let this blue color define you,
look in the mirror and say f*ck you blue.

This poem is about depression and my fight with it. I compare it to a river waiting to burst through a dam, always lurking in the background, waiting for a chance to make me feel miserable. Music and poems have been my release from it. I end the poem by asking the reader to fight it with all their strength if he/she ever faces it, because the only way to survive this demon is by not giving into it.

#feelings #introspection #depression #sadness #healing #fighting #struggle #blue

nim Jan 2019

Nö:#2

constant aching in my chest
and i can't seem to help it
constant pain, physically felt
brought from the inside of my head
days feel long, days feel short
it's a sand hourglass constantly twisted
but each of them brings pain,
indecisiveness;
each of them is always
the same
in the unique,
painful
way

#sadness #life #death #depression #melancholy

Jan 2019

Adolph Hamilton

Here I am

When your looking for peace, Iam easily found.

On the beach, where the waves make that lovely sound.

In the darkness on the edge of town

When you walk alone, your feet in the sand.

Just think of me and youll feel my hand.

Ive left so much of myself on that beach,

That there Ill be forever, always within reach.

nim Nov 2018

poem Nō.#

The borderline of chaos, the imaginary bliss of hell.
I sit in my garden with the wind speaking in my ear, ever so softly;
The leaves are waving and dancing on the wind, following an endless masquerade.
And I am a part of it as well - the mask
I'm wearing grew in on my face, and
I can't seem to take it off.
Just like them, I'm following the seemingly meaningless parade.

The sun has hit low bottom and the day is no more, all to be seen is the flashback of the better days,
with the same orange sky.
Sitting under the same tree.
Yet with every second, the leaves are closer to crumbling and stumbling across an obstacle.
But not you.
You've already hit rock bottom.
And your end is coming near.
But for the first time, after so many tries because you've been convinced otherwise, you catch a glimpse of something.
A light in this melancholy and agony.
The end is near, yet there is more to come.
For you, you've tried your best.

And it's the only thing that ever counts.

#summer #tree #light #life #battle #autumn #death

Nov 2018

David Lessard

To an unread poet.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Nov 2018

Ciel Noir

Light

The Moon and stars
They shine so bright
Deep in the night
I keep their light
How beautiful they seem to me
I wish that everyone could see

Oct 2018

Edmund black

Silence Is Deadly

Knowledge is knowing
I can write beautiful poetry
Say all the right words
To motivate you
and
To tell you all will be fine
Stay strong
Show up for yourself
And
focus on the things
that really matter
You’re perfectly perfect
In every way

But
Wisdom is knowing
No matter how many
Beautiful poetry I’ve written
To motivate you
I still may not reach
Your inner soul

Because wisdom
Is knowing that
Too many people
Are forever stuck
At the age of their
Worst trauma

Wisdom is knowing
The voices inside
Your head will always
Be the loudest

Philosophy is knowing
And
wondering if I too
May be a victim of this
Beautiful world called life

PTST= post traumatic stress disorder ,
Popular among Veterans but not exclusive to Veterans
Don’t minimize someone’s else’s trauma
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