#breathe poems on Hello Poetry

L Dec 2024

Time used to breathe, like us.
But then we turned it into sand
we turned it into a commodity,
something that can be spent, wasted, served
We shackle our wrists with it.

I wish sometimes that we can go back
to a time where time just is
where you can 'waste' a day
doing whatever makes you happy
and not feel ashamed.

A lot of this poem is from a Vsauce video! Not completely original workk.

#time #breathe #fulfilment

showyoulove Dec 2024

Be Silent. Listen. Breathe.

Be silent. Listen. Breathe. Easy enough to say, but much harder to put into practice. Sometimes I talk to fill a void. I talk to avoid having to feel the weight of silence like judgement, so I don't have to go down deep and see what actually lives there. Help me deal with my emotions, help me feel my emotions, especially those that are uncomfortable or unnatural to me. Be silent. Listen. Breathe. Maybe the hurts and sadness, the hungers and scars deserve to be recognized for what they are. They are part of life. The help me know and feel I am alive. They help me remember and be more grateful for the many wonderful blessings I have in my life. There is a time for talking, but now it is time To Be Silent. To Listen. To Breathe.

#silent #listen #breathe #emotions #healing #blessings #life #reflection #god #christian

Mrs Timetable Dec 2024

Exhale

Thinking of you
While I was breathing
Inhaling deeply
But
Exhaling paused
Not wanting to let you out...
I had to
Interrupt my thoughts
And
Tell myself...
Let you go

Inspired by the real difficulties of breathing correctly

#breathe #thoughts #reminders #forgettingtobreathe

Hendrika Nov 2024

Made me live

My father is a beast.
That’s what I think at least.
At me?He screams.
Nice he seems!
(He kills my dreams.)
I can’t say what I think,
FAST GIVE HIM HIS DRINK!
He is an alcoholic,
Beer makes him diabolic .
I’m really scared,
And very unprepared.
I need to hide my scars,
And start wishing on stars,
I want to shine in the dark,
And feel the spark.
He pushes me underwater,
And asks me:
Daughter what’s the matter?
He knows I can’t swim,
But still acts like a grimm.
I’m losing my breath,
Between Life and Death.
Water, so deep,
I’m slowly falling asleep.
But I do not want to wake up,
“Something came up,”
I’m fighting with myself,
Everyone else yells.
The only voice I cannot hear,
Is mine, oh dear.

A silly poem I wrote when I was 14

#father #dad #breathe #water

J Nov 2024

for the hope of it all

I sit in bed, wondering
how life is quite bittersweet.
Yet we always keep wanting
to live a little longer,
despite of it all.

I sit in bed, thinking
how in every millisecond
we decide to still take
a deep breath,
despite of it all

I sit in bed, contemplating
why we have this desire
to live, to exist, to experience,
despite of it all.

I sit in bed, writing
on my laptop
haphazardly positioned
between two pillows,
legs crossed,
that i still decide
to let the words flow.

I look far beyond the distance of my room,
contemplating, then realizing,
how life should not be always perfect,
(just like this poem)
but I am still here, typing,
for the hope of it all.

first poem in awhile. too much going on, yet we persist.

#mental #health #live #breathe #exist

Mandi Wolfe Nov 2024

Wine, ****, and Space - A hypothesis

I sit watching brown eyes
probe affectionately through the haze
at the mirrors created by close family.
I think the intimacy that is made possible
by the sharing of wine, **** and space
in a dim room full of sad love and smoke
will never ceased to amaze me.
The men see themselves in each other
and are both heartened in their own ways
I am drunk now in my way
and The Mirror is ****** in his
and Brown (Green) Eyes is both at once
Appalachian mouths move in turns
to take a hit or a drink or a shot at wisdom
Suddenly the truth of our three souls is laid bare
on the tiny table there between us.
My heart tightens around the words
as they echo through each chamber
growing louder with each reverberation.
“Happiness is being able to breathe”

Love you, Frank.

This was my most popular poem published on this site - I am curious to see if it fares as well today as it did when originally published.

#drunk #mirrors #browneyes #greeneyes #happiness #breathe #appalachian #echo #heart

Coleen Mzarriz Nov 2024

Sliced Lemon, Unfinished Canvas

I woke up to my neighbors belting out an off-key tune. I tried to cover my aching ears with my pillow, but their discordant voices echoed in my head, so I finally got out of bed.

I stared at the unfinished painting I had worked on the night before. In just a few seconds, my stomach dropped. Even in its incomplete state, there was a sense of impending doom looming outside my door—hideous, and that was my first thought this morning.

Shadows ran through the waves of my curls—spiraling endlessly—as my fingers gently brushed away the exhaustion from last night. For the second time, I turned to look at the unfinished painting restlessly sitting at the end of my bed. If it had eyes, it would definitely not meet my somber, dark brown gaze. It would fear me, for I would cut it into pieces. I would let it bleed until it was no longer breathing.

It would forever be cherished as a beast—unfinished, freshly cut like a lemon. When poured into a deep wound, its acidity would seize the skin, leaving nothing but unfortunate agony.

I drank two liters of fresh lemonade, but nothing happened. It didn’t cut me into pieces. I was still unfinished.

And so I avoided its beastly eyes. Even an unfinished canvas resented my sorrowful presence. I sliced another lemon and added a teaspoon of sugar, hoping today would be different.

why is october always the heaviest month of the year? even if it’s already november, I can still taste the unfortunate bitterness of it.

song:
disenchanted - my chemical romance

#beastly #canvas #eyes #lemon #agony #forever #breathe #waves #piece #shadows

gift Nov 2024

be

my biggest dream is to simply be
to exist in a world that does not bound me
to occupy spaces, to be free

my biggest dream is to simply be
to experience the land and sea
to breathe, to live without worry

my biggest dream is to simply be
to love the people dear to me
and even those that hurt thee

#simple #life #simply #poem #poetry #love #exist #free #hurt #breathe