#burden poems on Hello Poetry

Wutherings Bronte Mar 2021

I am.
I am a cold, crisp autumn field.
I am a plush scarf in the breeze,
I am omnipresent, and yet never near.
I am a crackling fire in a winter freeze.
I am crumbling, cold, and free.
I am encumbered by the slush and snow.
I am waiting toe-to-toe.
You have seen me,
slouched, burdened, fatigued by the stress of the day,
waiting in the back of the bus bay.
I am all, and I am more.

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#winter #cold #exhausted #tired #tiring #freeze #freezing #seasonal #seasons #burden

Payton Hayes Feb 2021

Secrets

He sat at the edge of the Earth, and night after night, the moon told
secrets to his mocking blue eyes, secrets that no one else could ever, ever begin to understand.

This isn't really a poem. It's more of a pretty thought or piece of pretty prose. It was written in 2016.

#moon #mocking #blueeyes #blue #eyes #secrets #night #lonely #heavy #burden

lynn Feb 2021

Untitled

i once took shame in this struggle.
closed blinds,
empty body
'nobody needs to know'

believing myself to be a burden, i buried myself.

i spent years decomposing,
cold and unrecognizable.
a fossil of my former self.

but now i hold the shovel
and free myself from this earthen cage.
i am beginning to understand that there is beauty in asking for help,
and i have planted the seeds of self love.
watch as they grow roots and blossom

-here's to a fresh start

here's a poem i wrote around 1 1/2 years ago and never posted

#recovery #newbeginnings #edrecovery #selflove #burden #depression #rsd

little lion Jan 2021

ambition.

someday,
I will be worthy of the
same love
that I bestow onto others.

someday,
I will harbor the
same strength
that I give to others.

someday,
I will feel the
same joy
that I manifest for others.

but until that day,
I will wipe the
same tears,
dry the
same eyes,
bear the
same burden,
and carry on.

#joy #ambition #sorrow #manifest #strength #love #burden

Zack Ripley Jan 2021

Wanted

If you know you're wanted,
Please don't take that for granted.
Because someone you know
Doesn't know. Doesn't believe.
Has had peers tell them
They're a burden.
They hear it so much, they believe it.
If you're reading this,
And you're feeling this way,
Let me be the first to say...I want you.
I want you to live.
I want you to not be afraid to love.
I want you to find courage and pride.
I want you to rise above.
Because I've been there.
And you deserve to feel wanted.

#wanted #burden #feels #live #love #courage #pride #riseabove #poetry

Lupe M Dec 2020

dead

You left me. How could you?
I relied on you the most.

You kept me grounded. Didn’t you know that?
I was strong because of you.

You were my confidant. Why aren’t you here?
I knew my secrets were safe with you.

We shared the same burdens.
But now that you are gone, I carry all of them.

I know I should not be mad.
It wasn’t your fault, but why couldn’t you live?

I miss you.

#death #miss #sibling #love #burden

JKirin Dec 2020

Burden

It is heavy—
the burden you carry.
Suffocating—
inside, you’re aching.
Will decreases—
you’re ready to shatter to pieces.

Yet, there’s fire.
Your eyes blaze with anger, desire.
Feel it burning—
all its power, deep, twisting and turning.
Let it out, then—
and escape from the weight of the burden.

about escaping one's darkest thoughts

#burden #heavy #shatter #fire #power #dark #hope #strength #within #escape

JKirin Dec 2020

The Moonlight

The moonlight.

It’s silver, it’s calming—it brings me some hope.

Its presence, though distant, is constant.

It lightens the burden of sorrows

until I am lost in these horrors.

What makes me – imposter? a monster?

I shiver; it’s frightening—I plead all to stop,

to rewrite—

the moonlight.

about losing one's self in grief

#moonlight #moon #silver #burden #grief #sorrow #plea #lost #loss

Bluebird Dec 2020

The gods see but do not care

You are dust. And you are unimportant.
Take comfort in this. The world does not rest on your shoulders.
That is what they tell us but we have both switched places with atlas and each other. When you carry it, I relearn how to breathe. And when it is my turn, you try to get your bones to loosen, your body to move.
The gods see us every day. They know us and they know that we do not belong here. So they tell us we are dust and not to worry and that this is all in our heads.
Well where else would the world be? How else do you expect us to carry it on our shoulders?

Inktober but not really

#world #burden #gods

Amy Nov 2020

Did You Listen?

I did not

Nothing ever made sense to me
Why would they do that
Why would they say that

I never felt like they felt
I never spoke as they spoke

It felt unfitting, unwanted
There was always a wall between us
Nothing I tried to built
Just something which appeared

Scars always seemed to tell a story
A story I was interested in
Until I carried them on my own

Suddenly they felt heavy
Heavier then they looked on others

I thought they would make you strong
They do
But they are also a burden
And always will be

Nothing will ever let them disappear
You can just learn to live with them

That´s just part of life, I guess

Still, I wonder why me

#loner #scars #heavy #strength #burden #life #question