#answer poems on Hello Poetry

Jasper Sep 22

The end is not the answer:
Spit in the wind.
Do you think to overtake
A hurricane
With a martyr drop
Of rain?

Answer me.

The end is not the answer:
When you say that
Deafeningly, I'll
Enjoy the quiet
Softness of
Thunder.

Answer me.

The end is not the answer:
Drink tea and await
A knock on your door
At 1'n the afternoon:
[knock knock]
Will you come with me?

The end is not the answer:
But when that rejection
Breaks my heart, and it
Casts the future to shadow -
My question's false premise
Was that it was open-ended.

The end is not the answer?
What part of the poem is this?

Answer me.

Three Days Grace gave me the idea for this poem

#answer #question #contemplation #riddle #thoughts #4thwall #death

Parisha Sep 3

Unexplainable

Last time,
with lost grief,
I kept thinking of something,
that never found an answer.

The day I asked the universe:
Why? Why do you never let the world drive by itself—
without your rules, without its taste?
But silence whispered, unexplainably,
Or maybe.. I just didn’t hear.

I see people moaning,
“Oh God! Please call me to yourself!”
But you never call them.

I see people crying,
“Oh God! Please forgive my mistakes, spare my life!”
But I guess... they are your favourites.

From here, from there,
I wonder...
Why do they both ends the same way?
Both cries, only perspectives apart :
one wants to stay, while other wishes to leave.

I asked the universe again:
Why? Why do those who wish to live, eventually leaves...
while those who wish to leave, eventually stays?

Guess what? These questions covered up in the silence again..

It’s been months, unanswered...
Or maybe it’s just unexplainable.

Maybe the universe breathes in paradox.
And that itself is the answer.

—Parisha

Something that i wondered in these past days.. maybe my brain grown old.. 🤧

#disappear #sad #depressed #question #life #questions #answer #universe #paradox

Nyx Velora Jul 15

Sepulchre

Your voice, a lullaby
to my restless nights—
an embrace from
someone I’ve never known.

It lays down with me
here in my tomb,
awaiting ascension.
It knocks at the sepulchre
of my subconscious.

I yearn to know you.
Your rituals are devotions.
I long to learn from the gods.
Divinity has graced this sepulchre,
tapping the hard walls of this tomb.

Is this the voice of salvation,
or an echo of loss?
Am I ascending to heaven,
or are you descending with me to hell?

Your voice digs deep into my core,
down to my stone-cold being.
My flesh has rotted—
bled down to the marrow—
yet the feathers of your wings
have graced my lost soul.

In this sepulchre,
you knocked at my tomb.
You offered no redemption—
yet your presence is a confession.

A siren with feathers,
your presence lingers,
even without knowing you.

Your soul echoes within me.
Your songs, are sacred runes—
they cry and bleed,
like the river that flows through me.

Something ancient awakes,
knocking on these sepulchre walls.
It transcends heaven, hell, and earth—
an otherworldly communion,
carved out beyond mortal flesh.

Your voice lies beside me in this tomb.
A lingering presence,
keeping me grounded
as I await ascension.

- N.V. 🥀

An answer to a calling.

#sacred #religion #divine #prayer #calling #liturgy #devotion #poem #poetry #answer

Lostling Jun 27

What is the meaning of life?

From young, we play--
Tiny hands, big dreams

Then they hand us books,
And say, study hard.
Why?
So we can work in the future.

Why work? To enjoy.
Then work more
To enjoy a little more.

A loop,
Endless and spinning

So I say good riddance!
I denounce this life and laugh in its face.
It has no meaning.
Not unless you give it one.

The world can give you a hundred reasons.
But none of them are yours
Write your own answer.

Life is a tool. What will you do with it?

#life #philosophy #questions #answer #purpose #meaning #answets

Bri Jun 9

How are you, really?

A weighted question.
A right answer,
And a true answer.

I would say-
I’m doing great.
I have friends and family.
I have a home.
I have security.

But honestly?
I’m doing horrible.

My mind creates demons-
Ones I can’t face, even in daylight.

The simple joys of childhood are no more.
My friends are fading.
My family hurts me-
Words slicing deep into my heart.

I have a broken home.
Only half my family ever there.

I feel alone.
I feel scared.
The allure of death
Waits at every corner.

Life is desolate.
My heart, my brain, my soul-
They just can’t take it anymore.

But I will never answer honestly.
“I’m doing great”

#question #horrible #great #answer

lacre 𐙚 Jun 6

to my beloved overthinkers;

though i abide to reason,
for it answers my confusion.
but at times it’s an oblivion,
in some worlds unexplained.

the man with unexplained hunger
for that feeling is devastatingly ******
the owner said just eat the bread
but the men insisted to be a threat
so for bread and an overture was dealt

weirdly, He referenced the hollow,
with an underwater volcano.
whilst intellects tried to argue and reason,
He simply said it’s no symbol,
wickedly leaving everyone dumbfounded.

or about the girl falling down
into a deep but surreal void
cakes devoured and hot tea spilled
a place where roses are smeared
gladly she came back polished

masses of reading were conducted,
ideas that were intriguing but conflicting,
yet amidst all assumption and reason,
we may have been blinded,
there may be no secret to hide.

though inexplicable through reason,
i can still explain it with one reason,
for it is the art of nonsensical whimsicality!

04.06.25
questions i have for literature readers...

#questions #reason #answer

Ejiro Mar 24

Question with no answer

Back in elementary school
the teacher will give you a piece of paper and you have to write 3 things
that describe who you are
Usually kids would just scribble down the first 3 sentences that pop up in their heads
“I’m a funny person ” said the unfunny one
“I’m super friendly” said the mean girl
“I’m a good person” said the ****
etc… etc… etc…
but whenever that paper appears upon her
she would go numb
with my pencil glued to her hand
confused eyes staring at the paper
usually she would just peak at someone else’s paper and copy what they say
and just go on with her day
with that question clinging onto her with utter annoyance
Yet now that she’s older it’s different
That question doesn’t come up on her high school homework packets and yet
and yet it still lingers somehow
Now her mind goes to a daydream state
where she sees herself sitting in an empty elementary classroom
with the paper with that question on there
and once again she’s numb
no one to peak at their shoulder
no teacher to ask for help
and not a single sound that can distract her
With only a pencil in my hand
she wrote her name and the date
with only a question mark as her answer
even though she already knew
but couldn’t bear to write it

#question #answer

Archer Mar 23

(Timber)

Don’t ask me
Because I don’t know
Which way the tree leans
When the wind blows

#answer #ignorance #tired

Christopher Westra Mar 15

Unit of Wealth (Problems/Solutions 042), Bitcoin Poem 130

Fiat money consists of units of debt,
   With its creation tied to borrowing, to
      Repay with interest. Yet as debt grows,
         The value of each dollar shrinks, eroding
            Savings, distorting markets, stealing time.
               Debt-money rewards few, but hurts many.
                  Therefore
               We need a money that is not debt-based.
            This money would be an actual unit of
         Wealth that has a verified finite supply.
      A transparent ledger that can be openly
   Checked, but cannot be manipulated
Or controlled.  Bitcoin is the Answer!

You can see this poem on a background here - https://www.bitcoinpoems.pro/delivery130UnitOfWealth.html

#bitcoin #crypto #answer #finance #free #freedom #wealth #money #westra