#belonging poems on Hello Poetry

Saddal Diab Mar 2018

Home

The valve that holds me together
A location out of place
A thorn in the woods
The pressure of a current

A mystery worth knowing
A code worth deciphering
The blister that won’t heal
A morning that never rises

An eclipse of consciousness
A national holiday
An emotional stalemate
The stewing of celestial juices

A lapse of vision.
A tear for my forsaken stability

#home #belonging

Ineffable Soul Mar 2018

Ex-quisite

I gaze
Without notice
An anxious rush kicks in
Heart beats rapidly
Do I mind?
No
I feel alive
Her presence
An essence of the seven heavens

#exquisite #feelings #belonging #nostalgia #lost #true #love

Donald Charles Mark Keys Mar 2018

Home

I am not Wakandian.

I wish I could look at a map and say
there that’s where my people came from.
Save money, board a plane, fly
to my ancestral home, and see what made me.

But Africa is a big place
and I’m not Kenyan, Nigerian or Ethiopian.
I have no claims to their past
and no right to their future.

All I know is I have some melanin, ***** hair,
and the knowledge that my ancestors blood and bones
set the foundation for a nation
that hasn’t made its mind up about me.

So sometimes I wonder what if my ancestors
had survived sugar fields instead of cotton.
Faced whips on the islands, instead of the south.
Would I then feel at home because I could look and know.

Or would that leave me emptier since here is still not there
and a claim to there would make me less here.
I guess until I figure this out I’ll take a made-up country
to be my made-up heritage

I am Wakandian

So as black history comes to a close and i feel the blackest i have ever been. yet i am faced with more questions than answers

#wakanda #blackpanther #home #belonging #blackhistory #slavery #africa

camps Feb 2018

depression killed my creativity and it's going to take more than sunshine to get it back

.

i want to buy these mice a home so
that their presence helps keep the table clear
i think i’ll place it in the gap between the door and the floor
in the hopes of keeping the noise out and
of having at least one of us feel
a sense of being welcome

the paper bags in my hands wouldn’t feel
heavy if they knew where they were going maybe
and hitting my head against the bed again doesn’t stop me from
showing off the letters on my chest although
i’ve been known to miss the mark

if there's a spark in her eyes it’s 'cause she stole the light from mine
but i like the cold because it makes me feel alive

my favorite part comes around
when the two trains meet and for a second
i can catch a glimpse of everyone’s place in the world
before we’re whisked away to
our respective loneliness

or maybe it’s where the streets
run narrow like those in the places where
connection, if anything, tastes a bit more genuine
it's quite polarizing but this time i’ll seek
comfort in the grey of it until it
all comes rushing back

they say home is where the heart is so this probably still isn’t it
but it will do for now

.

[new york city] | [definition of home] | [pursuit of cold]

#newyorkcity #home #cold #belonging #creativity #depression #purpose #sunshine #comfort #loneliness

William A Poppen Feb 2018

Belonging

Odd standing alone
Before becoming
One of them

Their gathering looks
Warm from the outside
Will I become singed
When leaning into the
Friction they generate
Trying to hide
From each other

Being with them feels
Like I might
Shed some armor
And give up
That loneliness
Of staying outside looking in

Each one is hard to hate
Closeup,
How long must I wait
To be noticed
How shall I
safeguard myself
Without degrading another
Lean in, stay curious

#loneliness #belonging #care

kj Feb 2018

To my love

There are all these secrets
shared among full rooms
and we are in one of them
quietly awaiting our own hearts.
You were young when I met you.
Full of breath
but now age comes fast
and the air in your lungs is less than half.
I loved you most in the morning
when the sun was rising and new
but I needed you more in the darkness
when all I knew I loved
faded with the time of day.

Here we are in the middle of it all.
And you lean into my heart
to whisper in my ear
"I love you most, my dear."

#love #belonging #heart #time

FrankieM Jan 2018

Home

I’m going home
Even though supposedly
I’ve always been

I’m sure
If you search hard enough
You’ll find me

In a memory
Camouflaged as rose pedals
A gray sky perhaps

I’m going home
And when I do I will
Be a part of your world

At last

On never truly belonging

Mos Jan 2018

Ether

There was a woman who sat alone
Pondering whether or not she will fill anyone
Would each breath she takes becomes anew to another?
The glass now becomes half empty, as a pessimist would see
For fulfillment is unachieved wholly by the dependant party
There was a woman who sat alone
Trying to morph her skin to fit the vase for his flowers
An exquisite art piece made for a girl
Quite younger and prettier than her
“I’ll be anything”
“I’ll be anyone”
As long as the taste of love falls from his lips to hers
But you can’t ever look past yourself, not with the way you felt
There was a woman who sat alone
Pondering whether or not she will fill anyone
And with that a man sat next to her
Glass half full
Now this isn’t a story of romance, or desire
Rather the pursuit of self happiness
For the sun already showed itself through each others beings
But together they became a galaxy
We aren’t giving up until we’re free
We aren’t giving up until we’re free
Tis not a dream like sleep,
You’re a tangible human in an endeavor to live
And I, in an endeavor to live alongside you
“It’s a beautiful sight to see you alive”

#hope #belonging #love

Joshua Blair Jan 2018

Life and Death. Death and Life

What is life. Life is just the cycling of death. We look up to death. We look forward to death.
What is death without life. You have no death without giving yourself life. To die you need to first have a life. Contrary to belief you aren't born with life. You make life or you disappear one day. Without life that grave is just a name. Choosing to settle for less in life is choosing to rob your life. Choosing to stop it from ever being. Choose life. Make yourself something.

Just do something. Please.

#life #meaning #death #belonging #existing #questioning