#brooding poems on Hello Poetry

Inked Quill Dec 2018

The woods ring out

For the songs
Echoing around

Of #unabashed song birds
That throat their love
Brooding of vast uncertainty

#unabashed #brooding #despair #depression #woods #birds #uncertainty

CC Oct 2018

At least I have this poem

Trying to remember the
World doesn't owe me

Done searching through songs for words
Sick of do re mi's

So why's it hard tuning out
All the misery

Hate admitting pride is the
Reason I'm lonely

Scared of hurting and ending
Up down on my knees

Begging for a seventh chance
Life isn't easy

At least I have this poem
To keep company

While I puzzle pieces out
Of my history...

In one of those moods

#rhyme #poetry #brooding

Rebecca Scull Aug 2018

Far away

I've seen myself in the mirror
And it looks the same as always
But the feeling deep down under
Shows that the real me is far away

I've lived in the same skin forever
And it feels the same as always
But the look of it asunder
Shows that the real me is far away

I've breathed in the same way as always
And it's always been suffocating
But to outsiders it seems normal
Nothing but brooding too long on twilight

But in my soul I feel untamed
And in my skin I feel maimed
In my breath I feel strangled
My everything yearning for freedom

Freedom from this, far away from this

#soul #skin #untamed #maimed #breathe #breath #freedom #twilight #brooding #normal

Tiana Marie Mar 2018

Actor

The boy was too brooding.
I think he did it to impress me
and to make me think he was mysterious
but all it did was leave me empty.

The boy was too handsome.
He was the type of guy who could roll
right out of bed and look perfectly perfect
and it infuriated me.

The boy was too athletic.
His muscles never failed to show
themselves from underneath his tops
and it made me self-conscious.

The boy was too quiet.
He wanted to prove that he'd listen to
what I had to say so he'd stare right at me silently
with eyes that pierced my soul like a knife.

At first glance, he was flawless.
He had the qualities I always thought I wanted:
Mysterious, Perfect, Muscles, Listening Skills.
Really, I just wanted someone like the actors on TV.
But that's just what they are: actors.

#love #fake #actor #acting #romance #boy #brooding #quiet #handsome #knife

K Balachandran Feb 2017

A cup sitting in wait for lips

Alone it sits there,

intensely brooding
on how this evening
would turn out to be;
an elegant, gleaming
thirsting, ****** wine glass
without a drop of wine.

#wine #hope #anxious #****** #brooding

eleanor prince Dec 2016

- - - fly free - - -

as one stage empties
slow shuffle exit
another curtain will
rise

waiting for that spark
an instant in time
silent explosion
within

stylus on rock face
outline of past forms
a mountain's sudden
call

as eagle marks
still moments
above a darkened
gorge

brooding dawn
fights clouds'
urgent
cries

and man's spirit
lifts high and
at last
flies

free

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Sometimes poems don't easily flow for a time. Perhaps we are trying to have each one just perfect. This off the cuff poem arose spontaneously and is dedicated to Kamala from poetfreak.com (ending 31/12/16) who has wonderful talent. This is my welcome poem to him if he finds his way here:
Take care - you are a brilliant poet - it sits there waiting for that spark - a turn of the head, a cloud formation, a child's sudden laugh on distant wind, the roar of a river...
an eagle soaring steady, ominous, yet beautiful - as a sullen dawn over a brooding sea - ah! I feel it stir in you - it is there...
for you are a true poet, my friend, so let it fly free...!
I found this pic on Flickr to accompany this post - it's worth viewing: https://www.flickr.com/photos/visbeek/4079078904/in/photolist-GGYAEj-zPqzkH-C6vKbQ-tUkRHr-tBTyRn-tBTyre-u5ffKz-sXjLhh-7dsm3C-nNmfSZ-5XmwwH-nJcEhR-GRkyQQ-rAKyje-6hfKbn-9RWR7c-aZugaB-cYE9bm-96nk4X-5TS2fP-tUtcM6-s51CHE-tpkJAo-tvC4gD-uvYmuC-xQijbn-tLgSWL-syvu

#time #clouds #flying #waiting #explosion #gorge #eagle #urgent #brooding #darkened