#breathing poems on Hello Poetry

Lindsey Ann Pearl Apr 2020

since December, the world has turned--
turned into a skeleton place
first far away,
now commonplace

society became a bare-skinned animal
whose bones rattle in the breeze,
the infectious air diffusing
entwining inside us with ease

this animal's labored breathing--
poison emanates from every exhale--
is creeping, swirling, choking, whirling
without a visible trail

this animal roams about freely
without a stay-at-home order,
wraps its tendrils inside each painful breath,
knows not of race, religion, or border

so tell me why we've not tried to tame it,
most wonderful governor dear, oh yes!
your disregard for us, proclaim it!
instead you'd rather have fear, and death!

any call to action now
will have us all still writhing
the lame beast will conquer us,
thanks, to the lack of timing

the bare ***** beast hunts night and day
its being can't be cast away;
arm yourself against its wrath
society must pave its own path

Yes, Pete Ricketts, governor of the great state of Nebraska. This one's for you.

#virus #society #selfpreservation #breathing #fear #bones #animal #action

n i c k t h e g o b l i n Mar 2020

Sadly

Sadly I am unable to say
That I never felt this way before
Scared, alone, isolated
But all of the feelings have become a part of me
Like how roots are apart of the tree
That gave birth to a thought process
Bigger than anything we could have ever known
Sadly for some of us, this thinking is hell
But if I were given a choice
To be able to think, to breath,
To hear, and to see
And never to ever think
I would rather be blind
Because then I could see the world
Through unclouded eyes

#eyes #breathing #sadly

mjad Mar 2020

Month

I tell him I love him
Only one month in
The thought of him not saying it back scares me
I don't want to hear nothing
The shallow air as he hesitates
Because he's lost feeling

I told him I love him
Only one month in
I'm scared I will regret it and never be able to recover
I don't want to be hurt
Or even worse, hurt him

#fear #love #boyfriend #regret #feeling #time #shallow #scared #breathing

Jessica Mar 2020

breathing

the soul sat there
a hollow shell
a soft layer of dust gathering
absent of all light

it’s dark in here
i often wonder if i’m breathing
am i hearing my bones fall apart
the shards falling against walls

they tell you to trust the fire
but the flames charred my mind
left behind a rubble
the concept of trust turned to ash

i’ve become my own antagonist
unable to process care
constant disbelief in others
my demise was always inevitable

how long have I been asleep
lying with my eyes
desperately holding onto life
leaving a blank space where my existence once laid

death hasn’t claimed me yet
but the emptiness has
so i go through the motions
and wonder if i’m breathing

#sad #breathing #life #asleep #night #midnight #dark #love

Johnfrancis Mar 2020

Breathing corpses

My effort to live is as good as my fear to die
My strength is weaken by the weight of the world
I give all but receive nothing.

Like a wrestler,
I show all my strength and talent.
They notice not, for all they want is just the satisfaction of their eyes.

I live to die even for the things am not supposed to die for.
I live in the mist of nothing trying to pleased them, now am as nothing as them.

The corpse whom I am is been taken to and fro by the waves of my land to a no destination.

Am beginning to rot and smell in the heart of those i loved with all my heart.
To them, am just but a living corpse.

Like a carcass in the mist of vultures,
Here I am in the mist of faith and religions of land,
Full deceit and evil.

Like a beautiful garden full of roses and lilies,
But beneath, I am that rotten worms and corpse that bring out it glories.

Never have I been notice
Because to all I live no more,
But my strength and talent they always required.
Here I am, today as a breathing corpse.

We will die someday,
The big question is, are u prepare for it?

#death #life #breathing #cold

Andrew Layman Mar 2020

Becoming Unborn

Awaken
then recede
ebb and flow
so much has been lost
when memory has faded,
and has been left to yellow in the sun.

Without notice,
over there---
sits a solitary person,
flesh and blood cage
a defective cup that no longer holds
who has become another empty page.

A collection of white now exists
in a nonsense world, home to Alice
unkempt books with capsized spirit
and tattered page and spine;
where vacant stations play
only garbled static on the radio.

Lucidity has been banished
to a place where names and noodles
can no longer stick to the wall.
food can no longer nourish or satisfy
and add appetite to comprehension.

Where words once stood in stone
now a cemetery grows its garden,
and gray vines hang low
ensnaring all passing travelers
waiting to mark them in their place.

With closed iron gates
there can be no welcome neighbor
no way to tell friend from foe,
as grown children are orphaned of thoughts,
and former feelings are lost to the hourglass,
forever sand-filled, cracked and broken.

#alive #gone #breathing #remember #broken

VKBoy Feb 2020

THE CAUTIOUS BREATH

They come as a dream in the night
And smile like a fresh flower
But beware if you sniff the wrong bloom
You’ll lose some of your beauty
More than just in the face
And it’s only the beginning of your worries
So always be cautious with what you breathe in.

#breathing #living #breath #dream #night #flower #worry #smile #deceit

monique ezeh Feb 2020

love is in the air

I’ve always wondered if I know love.

I know
stomachs hurting from laughter, a mother’s perfume dabbed wrist to wrist and behind the ears, the smell of vanilla and cinnamon filling a house, shared lip gloss swiped on my lips and hers, a kiss on the forehead and the nose and then both cheeks, grass-stained jeans and the scent of chlorine from days I wish I remembered,
dancing and jumping and laughing
and breathing

I know
bruised knees and scabby elbows, runny mascara and smeared lipstick, broken glass and angry whispers, hiding under the covers, sitting with the lights off, chipped nail polish and picked-at hangnails and sad songs on repeat,
yelling and hurting and crying
and breathing

I know
the feeling of when you’ve inhaled deeper than you thought you could, when your chest hurts and you think your sternum might just crack in half if you don’t exhale right now. And then you do exhale, and you’re hit with a relief you didn’t know you could feel.
I know that love is in the sighs and the gasps, in the snorts and gentle inhales, in the shortness of breath and the calmness after.
It is in the pain and the peace. The noise and the silence.
The happy and the sad.

Love is in everything.
I know that much.

a lil v-day poem (because love is in more than just romance)

#love #valentines #valentinesday #romance #platonic #air #breathing #lovepoem