#aching poems on Hello Poetry

ray Oct 2014

unique

I am told to believe in myself
look past the flaws
imperfections,
because all those things
define the uniqueness
within my body,
my soul
but what I see
when I take that
prolonged, aching glance
into a mirror
as cloudless as a
summer evening
is everything
I am told doesn’t matter
but
how do I ignore veins
crawling up my legs like
the spiders they're named after
or
fat under my skin
that seems to expand so widely
it is impossible for my
eyes not to trip upon it
and
wide hips
unfocused gaze
gaping pores
unshaped lips
rippling marks
etched on my skin
as a form of punishment
for being myself
sloping thighs
feet like
the twin towers
giant
tall
wide
deep
is that what I am?
uncertain
unknown
unloved
but in the end just
“unique”?
human
we’re all just human
but then
why
do I feel
so
mis
understood?

#flaws #soul #body #emotions #mirror #unique #fat #aching #marks #cloudless

David Patrick O'C Aug 2014

Heart of a Harlequin

He has the heart of a tattered harlequin
Patched and re-patched with rags of broken times that were once good.
The cloth of its chambers is worn and threadbare
Held by the shreds of borrowed nights and comical stolen mornings.

He has the heart of a battered harlequin
And regret has turned his blood to the colour of rust
Unanswered questions congeal and clog his pulse
When he is lonely and aching, time - not isolation- is his worst enemy

He has the heart of a knackered harlequin
Kept moist by whiskey and gin, and uppers and downers that he pops like candy
He has a patchwork sack of a heart
It can never be filled and often feels empty.

#love #lonely #heart #aching

Haley Tomlinson Jul 2014

Burn With Me

Those walls,
You know, the ones everyone talks about?
They're breaking.
They're breaking for a thousand reasons,
And every single one
Is your fault.

You're so untainted.
So innocent, so free of heartbreak
That it breaks my heart just to look at you.
I want to build my walls big enough for us both,
But you'll have none of it.

As fragile as the paper flower
That lays by my bed,
I am the fire that could destroy you.

And when you throw yourself,
Oh so trusting at my feet,
I don't know whether to envy your courage
Or laugh at your naivety.

All I know is I want.
Want you to take my breath away,
Tame me enough to touch.
Want you to come too close,
So we can burn together.

#love #life #aching

Manda Clement Jun 2014

HOW POETRY FEELS

Purely my opinion
But I really have to say
I often don't understand it
And I just want to convey...
I feel lost in this world of "poetry"
Often floundering and splashing
In this ocean full of words
Against the rocks I feel I'm crashing
onto the beach that is the glossary of terms
A-Z my head I'm bashing
On the poems I often "heart"
Others I end up quietly trashing
Though I get a bit excited
when my lightning sign is flashing
That's when I start to think that maybe
poetry feels...
SMASHING!
:-)

Please tell me I'm not alone

Finding some works pretentious, some confusing, some lively, some disturbing, some wonderful. It really is very subjective. Long live poetry (in all its many forms).

#and #breaking #aching

lawrence j klumas Jul 2014

Aching Bones

I started growing
     measuring each incremental inch
     in the doorway frame
     grinning as it clearly showed
     a spurt.
Although my bones were aching
     I ran as fast as I could
     to the corner and back
     time and time again
Challenging my small young frame
     to ache
     and grow
And, oh, the pleasure
     of those growing aches
     as I leaped
     to push
     upward
     taller
     older.
Those aches felt so good!

lawrence j klumas
© july 2014

#running #bones #youth #aching #taller

Jeremyeckl Jun 2014

Untitled

Familiar hands tease my throat
With japes and whistles
Like when we returned
The albatross
To it's nest and her children
Hatched violently
Forests in their eyes.
They are my hands and
The clock is heavy with guilt.
Long since he and I acquainted
He knows when I falter, when I ache.
The clock chimes out many times
Each and apology for raising
His hands and so he raised mine too
We match yet
He is guilty, the clock
And I am empty, the envelope
Sealed right with a kiss
A long hairy lick from a muscle
Wet with power and rage.
They are my hands but still
The clock feels guilty.

#lonely #thoughts #night #late #longing #tired #sore #wanting #aching

Yoni Sav Jun 2014

phone talks

Talking on the phone
together, yet alone.
Hearing your voice
is nothing like
watching your lips move
seeing the look in your eyes
hearing you body talk
feeling your breath on my skin
I'm aching for your presence
and your voice on the phone
merely numbs the pain.

I feel like it came out a bit creepy, rather than romantic. ShR

#love #pain #longing #aching

the boy that cried over you Jun 2014

aching

Whenever you are in my eyesight,
Whenever you're near me,
Whenever you make an unexpected appearance in my dreams,
Whenever you say something stupid,
Whenever you laugh at my corny jokes,
Whenever you do something adorable,
Whenever you touch me,
Whenever you just smile at me,
Whenever you fawn over your crush,
Whenever you frown,
Whenever you cry,
Whenever you do anything,

My heart *aches

#love #heart #aching

Martin Feussner May 2014

Waiting

Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
That's all I have been doing
For what?
I don't really know
Maybe it's a girl
Probably the girl of my dreams
Dreams if written
Could take your last breath away

But of what use is this wait?
She is taken...
Forever out of my grasp
But yet
What I do is that I keep
Waiting...
For what?
I don't really know

#love #life #girl #confused #unknown #dreams #forever #waiting #aching #unwritten #puzzled