#chest poems on Hello Poetry

I S A A C Mar 2022

my fingernails are growing so long, I can feel myself changing
my v line is bulging out, my chest is getting fuzzy
my beard is filling out, my sideburns connecting
stretch marks cover my body like a painting
I am a legend in the making
sculpting my body like clay, greek god coming your way
is it Zeus, Poseidon, whichever way
I am aligning myself to the path, to the way
tuning the frequency I'm on
to have me booming through the stereos

#fingernails #stereos #clay #chest #vline #sideburns #path

imperfectstranger Mar 2022

pain is irrelevant to life

TW: blood
~
isn't it amazing?

put your hand on your chest
now make a cut and watch yourself bleed
bleed deeply
flowing
flowing
flowing
red
pouring
but that heart
it's still beating
feel deeply
alive
still alive
despite the pain
how?

#blood #bleeding #pain #alive #chest #heart #beating #flowing #pouring #deep

John McCafferty Jan 2022

Rhythm

This gentle flow takes control with perfect form, dark eyes match and connect in the same breath.
Warmth spreads from head to your *******, lower realms swirl in the depths. Skin glistening.
Bubble up, subtle touch, fingers search inversed.
Would rather tingle your thighs in line with my neck, criss crossed in ****** to snap.
Head tilted back, quiver and spasm as your chasm erupts.
Hushed sighs in a rush collect.
Congruent thoughts mix in our heads, mind *** fulfilled through this text.
Open your legs as your soft lips kiss with delicate sweat, thinking in sync when you stroke the same sense.
All from the chest.

(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)

#connect #depths #glistening #subtle #****** #erupts #collect #thoughts #sync #chest

galaxys archive Oct 2021

when stress takes a physical toll

a sharp familiar ache
my heart may actually break
thought it was back pain
but all along it was my brain
this feeling
it’s somewhere inside
it’s too late to hide
from the stress
of being alive

descriptive of the chest pain I’ve been experiencing due to stress & sensory overload that I thought was in my back… turns out a massage can’t heal this one.

#pain #stress #chest

Sadie Grace Oct 2021

i'm ok

Sometimes my chest starts to hurt like a car is crushing me, choking the life out of my fragile body, and running me over and over and over again and again and again

And sometimes my hands start to shake like I’m old and can’t control my body and I can’t control it and I can’t stop and it just keeps going and going and going and going over and over and over again and again and again

And my head starts to spin and I think to myself “I’m dying” and I look around and see people talking but I can’t hear a thing and I can’t catch my breath and I can’t breathe and I gasp and I can’t breathe and I can’t catch my breath and I gasp and I think to myself “I’m dying”

And as I stand there with my chest hurting and my hands shaking and my head spinning and as I think I’m dying I start to hear over the commotion in my brain and I make out from all the noise someone saying “everything is going to be ok”

And all of a sudden I take a deep breath and as I breathe in a little bit of peace, I breathe out all of the tension and fog and mess and the repetition and the cycle of hell that my body just experienced

And I realize

Everything might be ok

And after a few moments

I can breathe again

And after a few moments, I wipe the tears from my eyes and stand up

And after a few moments

I’m ok

a poem about a panic attack

#ok #anxiety #fear #tears #chest #hurt #spin #peace #breathe #fresh

LC Jul 2021

six feet under.

I'm six feet underground, disoriented.
did I dig the grave, or was I meant for it?
the soil clumps together, stronger than ever
as it presses my chest, never to sever.
as I claw my way up, branches stab like pins.
before long, the deep cuts sear my exposed skin.

my eyes tire, and I rest.
but my rest fails the test.

the soil weighs me down further,
bringing me where demons murmur.
and that is where I now stand,
trapped in a layer of land.
and since making a move burns,
staying gives me what I deserve.

#grave #skin #demons #deserve #move #rest #eyes #chest #deep #burn

Odd Odyssey Poet May 2021

Inhale Exhale

Love is easy as breathing,
but around you I can't exhale
Is that why my chest hurts,
holding onto my every breath when we inhale?

Love has it moments of hurt.

#love #hurt #breathe #inhale #exhale #heart #chest

mark soltero Apr 2021

wtw

streamy nights here
your heart beats so fast
we sweat
it doesn't matter when it's us
so much for you
the pulse of me
life in me defined
can be felt inside from within
i can finally see clearly here together
take me when i'm with you
and come with me wherever you'll go
here we lay down in the dark
moonlight cleanses our love
what i would do for our son

#love #heart #chest #steam #pulse #lay #dark #moon #cleanse #son

LC Apr 2021

stranger than fiction.

as her glass heart beats,
it cracks little by little
as her chest caves in.
she closes her eyes.
her deep, slow breaths
restore her aching body
as her chest straightens.
the cracking suddenly stops.
her soul glues the cracks
and her heart is whole again,
stronger than ever before.

#escapril day 20!

#heart #glass #cracks #eyes #breath #soul #strong #whole #restore #chest

LC Apr 2021

ghost.

it presses my shoulder blades,
ties my neck muscles into knots,
then settles deep within my chest.
the pain is the first sign
that my body is haunted.
it then puts my thoughts
on a hamster wheel.
they run in circles
without an escape.
this is the second sign.
but my heart takes control.
it voices my thoughts
so they can be seen and heard.
it stops spinning the wheel,
slowly comes out of my chest,
unties the knots in my neck
and lets go of my shoulder blades,
and my body does not feel its weight.

#escapril day 4!

#ghost #thoughts #heart #body #chest #haunted #deep #escapril2021 #voice