#beating poems on Hello Poetry

stopdoopy Jan 2019

Dangerous
Sticky red trickles down her stick
Another beating today

Oh how it's my fault
To dare speak of heart felt truth
Tempting you away from "justice"

Just remember
I may be battered and bruised behind bars
But it's you who broke the law

Ever since I wrote Eurydice and had the line "gone is the warden" I knew I'd do a piece based on it, personally to me it's about a hellish woman (as always), but upon rereading I could see it being about many things. What do you see?

#dangerous #sticky #trickles #beating #dare #truth #justice #tempting #battered #law

Kora Sani Aug 2018

still alive

if i still flinch at the things that scare me
does that mean i'm still alive?
some days i'm not sure

i'm a stencil of a body
with a beating heart in the middle
like a stick figure
only you can't guess my letters

some say i'm a mystery
they can't figure me out
i think i'm drawn to that too
that hidden sadness inside

the more i know about you
the more i make sense

when you hurt
i can feel it
when you're happy
i can feel it

the pain is still real
i'm still alive
and we're breathing
somehow together
until one of us leaves

i still flinch because this scares me

there's an end in sight

today i am sure

kiss me goodnight

#scares #me #alive #beating #heart #mystery #sadness #kiss #goodnight

Robert van Lingen Jun 2018

Soft, Squishy Hearts.

Hearts beat so softly when struck a blow from love,

Skipping their unbreakable beating,
Pumping away the times that fall behind us.

Our Softest hearts are,
Our Strongest ones.

The hearts that aren't afraid to cry,
Are the hearts,
That will never die.

~Robert van Lingen

Dumb Name, but it is what it is

#love #hearts #strong #strength #cry #never #die #soft #beating #beat

Contoured Jun 2018

Useless

It's still a functioning heart,
Motion running through it's core.
But a beating heart is useless,
When it's lying on the floor.

Forgetting what it feels like to feel feelings- you cannot provide what you don't understand

#lonely #heart #feel #loss #beating #dysfunctional #love #how #numb #death

Furey Apr 2018

Why?

Why couldn’t I be the child my parents wanted?
Did God really want me to get picked on,
The **** beat out of me
By random people
******
Gay ****
Even if I haven’t consented
Dark alley ways
Salty tears
Life never seems to change
Why me?
The only question that haunts my mind
Pain surges again and again
What have I ever done to deserve this
God I pray yet nothing good has come
Barely able to walk, slipping into the house
I refuse to call it home
Blood pours as a knife clatters to the floor
The distance starts to fade
It goes black
Now I’m staring at the same thing
Four white walls
Clean white sheets
I’m waiting for the pain to just start again
However the question lingers
Why me?
Why is it me?

I find it easier to talk about myself when it is written in poetry.

#sad #help #depresson #alone #beating #school #pain

Wicked Mar 2018

Colors

As an artist I should love all colors.
As a boy I cannot love them all.
Browns
Blues
Purples
are colors I know too well.
They're the colors of bad days
And long nights.
They lead to tear stained pillows
and sleepless nights.
They’re the imprints of his rings against my skin
and his slurred words in my ears.
They’re a reminder that my father
isn’t a dad.

#colors #abuse #beating #bruising #sadness #depression #drunk #father #dad #brown