#chaos poems on Hello Poetry

Limes Carma 23m

Chaos

The clock
was young—
the halls cold.

Silence
you could hold.

Then—a sound
split the day.
A scream
carved the world.

We didn’t ask.
We didn’t freeze.
We tore through
corridors, leaves.

We ran with fists,
breath on fire,
hearts burning
one desire.

But in the flood,
a choice:
chase the shadow…
or turn away.

I turned.
Legs obeyed.
Some part
of me
still ran.

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Collapse

He lay
beneath the tunnel light—
chest a canvas
drawn by night.

One of us,
hands shaking,
held what fate demands.

She stood—
his mirror,
bone and face—
a sister locked
outside.

We pulled her back
with broken grace.
Blood pleaded
into place.

I called her phone
and told the worst.
Her voice collapsed.
So did I—

The moment cracked.
We lived
inside.

My body shook.
Thoughts went numb.
World undone.

And though I stayed,
I still regret
the ghost
I didn’t chase.

What could I do?
What could I be?
Hands full,
wound deep.

Now my soul replays
that scene:
life lost
between screams.

I hear him breathe
inside my chest
in moments
I should rest.

The boy I was
died there too.
The moment broke—
I broke through.

#freeverse #trauma #grief #loss #death #survivorsguilt #guilt #regret #chaos #collapse

Carlo C Gomez 1d

The Things That Disappear When I Close My Eyes

There are things that disappear
when I close my eyes,
dangerous things:
fire and its notebook,
the burden of procuring more poison,
my love affair with hydrogen,
the missing footage,
the ******'s veil,
the secret moon,
the cat's tale.

There are things that disappear
when I close my eyes,
random things:
Icarus descending into
brokenness and the candy afterlife,
the sound of the young
approaching an unseizable world,
the splendor of gretel,
the plunder of hansel,
a house of sticks for inbound kings.

There are things that disappear
when I close my eyes,
things said in passing:
"don't forget to write,"
"I'm too emotional to care,"
"I've got problems bigger than global warming,"
"touch this and die,"
"I think it's passed the expiration date,"
"leave it for the archaeologists,"
"the heart is sometimes wrong..."

#memories #longing #disappointment #humanity #fear #chaos #commentary

Hebert Logerie Oct 4

A Nuclear War Is As Dumb As A Bad Dream

A nuclear war is as dumb as a bad dream
Nobody will live to see the fatal effect of such a steam
War is criminal. War is inhumane and deadly
And rich nations will be as poor as dead shells in the sea
Everyone agrees that war is suicidal
Everyone agrees that war brings mortar, anger
Hunger, pain, suffering, death, horror and terror
But a nuclear war is deadlier, nastier and bloodier
More painful, more criminal, more diabolical
More devastating, more witless and more evil
Human being was born to put things together
To build, not to annihilate and not to ******
God created humans to make the world better
Not to destroy, not to burn or to shatter
A nuclear war would be a total disaster
No human is really dumb to have such a war
Let's swear not to have a **** one. We can roar
Like lions to scare off the tigers. We can fistfight
All we want. The best way to test our might
Is to dialogue, to talk to each other like humans
To avoid the ruins and to find lasting solutions
A nuclear was is a universal nightmare
War does not solve anything in the deep stratosphere
Frankly, a nuclear war is absolutely unnecessary
Wake up people to smell and inhale the coffee.

Copyright © February 2016 Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

#war #pain #suffering #chaos #dream #nightmare #solutions #humans #steam

Peaceful Hearts Oct 1

Play me

Did I give you the list to play me?
Do you really want me?
Am I the problem?
Am I forcing something?
Am I too forward?
Do you need me?
I want you
I need you
Did I give you the form to play me?
Do you care?
Is it lust?
Is it trust?
Is it me?
What could this be?
Destiny wrapped up in chaos?
Chaos as destiny?

#love #lust #trust #me #chaos

Vanessa rue Sep 28

I'M IN LOVE WITH MY ECONOMY

every time I write vividly
can't figure how to end days
yearn for my epiphany
and I malice their succession
I don't learn more of

p o l i t i c s
m e n in shoes
w a r
f a m i l y
m a n n e r s
r o t t e n
y o u t h

afraid of being water
water that decomposes every day
printed with i‑service entropy

if craic makes my soul modern
I'll sit and wait for apocalypse
wild can devour my ashes

each of my tea motes fight
heave my tongue like embers

humpty, encircled by people,
would fall on the wall again
and probably ask to go to Nyos
for silent rain
on a government grant

enlightening activist futility
as I write in a singed library
at my diluted right edge
I fear those who tower over me

what if my decade has passed
making a schedule each day
to be better or to matter
I suffer from anemia
my tea is too sour
gambling both these
to pay wagers —
who taught me to write
and forgot to proofread

when they ask my destiny
I say: transcendence of arcana
would restless lurching
take me to God
or Satan
I need to ask someone modern

terrible niche
if you get it, you get it
if not, well, tough
mary clutching confessions of someone
far too woke for their own good
bless her

we’re all here
terrible, terrible niche
cheers

#modern #poetry #abstract #surrealism #anxiety #ephemeral #ironic #chaos #1984

Evelyn Yining Chen Sep 27

the Quay Str.

I have seen that ME
Seeking for a trivial book
Whose sentiments mingled my soul

I have seen that ME
Wandering down the Quay Street
Where harmony was found in chaos

I have seen that ME
Falling in love with a lonely cloud
When the wind lies a paradise

I have seen that ME
Voyaging on waves of blue
Whom the young poet cried with

I have seen that ME
soaring as a kiwi bird
which died in eternity

14:45 February 3, 2024. In the clouds above Auckland and Christchurch.

#trivial #sentiment #mingle #soul #wander #harmony #chaos #love #lonely #eternity

Samuel Sep 21

C H A O S

maybe it is tragedy
maybe it is fate
but till Time itself bleeds as sacrifice
it is us
who must pay
with the debt of life

“I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease.”

#life #chaos #time #fate #sacrifice

Traveler Sep 19

History Book In The Making

He’s the devil and they’re in hell. The war has little soul left to sell. Starving, bombing, grinding them under, death camp of missiles and the heavy hand of thunder! No hope left and nothing new, the world just watches until it’s through.

Traveler Tim

Crazy world we live in.

#traveler #freepalestine #chaos