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nephy
nephy
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There are a million different ways to feel, Pain and fear, before you start to heal. Sometimes it comes all at once— A punch to the gut, a kick to your shin. Other times it’s like a haunting echo, Nibbling in the depths of your mind — a soft bellow. Late at night when you toss and turn, It creeps upon you with a slow, aching burn. If too much catches you by surprise— You burst fast and bright, like fireworks against the night sky. Try to control it and it fancies a little dance with you, Little contractions to keep you on your toes— slow, slow, quick, quick, slow. Never mind the anxiety you try to hide, That feeling between Fear and Pain, It is Agony, but you can call it any other name.
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Oct 26, 2021
Oct 26, 2021 at 2:22 PM UTC
Agony, By Another Name
We share words You and I Jokingly, mischievously and viciously. We talk You and I Our conversation a dance. This is what we have You and I We can never have more. And that, Is all.
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May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 5:31 AM UTC
Words I Cannot Say
Every Saturday it is the same Every Saturday I sit I stare at the ticking hands and wait No need to tell me I've been tamed As the seconds pass I watch my reflection in the glass It is a wonder, I think That I still look the same as the second before that passed Yet inside I know a little more has died Each tick brings me one step closer To where you have gone To a place of peace and sound. And one day, many years from now Someone will sit and wait, Looking at the face that is at once theirs and not And remember the hour of my passing, Just as I sit and wait and remember yours.
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
The Clock
Before I turn old and grey, And begin to fade away, Hold on to me tight So I won’t slip away into the night.
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Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
On growing old
So I didn’t turn out in your image I can’t sing I can’t dance I can barely put a tune together On the ***** stashed away I have tried and failed Again and again Like a broken tape recorder Echoing in a desolate house I have become A tattoo you can’t scratch out
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
What you wanted
I can’t read the stars I can’t see the future What I can read is what is in front of me What I can see is this moment All I can be is me
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:31 PM UTC
Being
It’s a riddle to some It is to me I admit It sneaks up to me as I lay down My head on my pillow My brows furrow Thoughts burrowing deep. This is the fear, The unseen, The uncertainty, for all I know, may win, Clawing it’s way up my spine. I shut my eyes then snap them open To remind myself I’m still alive. I can’t wait But I also can’t stop The feeling of dread That bundles and grows As the minutes drop One by one like lead. When does it begin? Or better yet, end? When will it come? When will it go? It’s one of life’s riddles - I just don’t know. So I lie in bed and wait... The ticking of the clock my only mate.
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Unsolved riddle
It's part and parcel of growing up, The things you gain and The things you lose. The pain you feel When the shelter you've had couldn't protect you Your mind reels Your stumble, your fall, The feeling of losing it all; You're not in control, But a pawn in Life's thrall. You're never sure, You're surely lost, It's better to admit it now, Then let your pride rule and before The higher you climb, The faster you fall. It is a fact, you can never have it all.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
Growing up
The moon looms Big and bright It has been some time Since I’ve sat Basking in the silence of the night I can't believe Being alone could be noisy As I sink into its depths A million thoughts whirl Stealing my breath. How many times? Have I followed this line? I can't be sure Feelings leftover Like wraiths they linger Silence ringing in my ears
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Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 3:15 AM UTC
Faraway
The nights are cold The roads are rough But tremble not You know you're tough The fact you've put in effort is enough It's ok to sit back, enjoy, and laugh The nights are long The journey gets tough You brace yourself Enough, you think, is enough You put your foot down And stomp real hard You've come this far They'll just have to let you pass
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Nights