#clich poems on Hello Poetry

RV Sep 2015

Untitled

Another sleepless night
With my last cigarette
Coming to an end
And darling
Believe me
I was thinking about you

After a thousand times
I told myself not to

I inhale my last drag of the night
And pray to God
That the sunrise will be kinder
To me that always hide
In the shadows of my feelings

R.V.

#love #cigarette #addicted #nicotine #automatic #clich #realtime

Tea-ful Jul 2015

Unknown

She was a cliché of depression and eating disorders.

- F.T

#depression #disorders #clich

Tea-ful Jul 2015

Cliché

Tell me you know how it feels... To be sent into a downward spiral. To be controlled by pills. To have minimal control over yourself. To not feel happy in your own body. These 'clichés' are uncontrollably perpetuated by the society we live in. Annoying. Attention seeking. If only you truly understood...

-F.T

#pills #control #body #understand #clich

celey Jul 2015

late

"i had every intention of telling you,"
he claims.
"but it's already too late,"
i say.
he replies with the ever so cliché line that is, "it's never too late."
i'm not sorry
that some things just are.

#telling #late #too #intention #things #some #clich #claims

Bluedyedroses May 2015

Dust

The dust collecting on the window sill,
Makes me think of time
The days and hours accumulating,
It was the most dangerous crime

I had you warned but you didn't stray,
So I can't be put at fault
Starting to become someone else,
Routine every day like some type of cult

Like a sunset everything must end,
Even though we adore the mystical beauty
Sitting here lost in my words and actions,
While you were lost paying Call Of Duty

More days passed with nothing but anger,
Your fists showed exactly how you felt
Even if they weren't directed at me,
I had to pick up the cards after they were dealt

So many tears, shouting, and lies
But you always got your fill
Anything you needed I was right there
Well...not anymore, because I dusted my window sill.

#love #heartbreak #hate #girl #lust #relationships #time #breakups #clich

Mercury Chap Mar 2015

Cliché

I am a little drop of tear
Falling from the eye of a soul in heaven
Willing to make his lover hear
That he watches her twenty four seven.

At the moment of despair
When he sighs out warm air
I make my way back to him
As if I was called upon by the grim
To finish my journey on land
And come back with memories hand in hand.

He never notices me
Since I am a ****** dew
So he never sees
That the people I trust are just few,
The people I love the most
Are limited in my heart.

I fall again
When he cries for his lover
I tap my fingers on her window
But she ignores it as she doesn't know
How much effort it takes
To help someone reunite
How much tantrums people make
When they have a fight.

His screams growl in the sky
The lightning flickers like a broken bulb
I am too shy
To tell I'm not comfortable being his messenger
When I have a message for him
But I still try,
To reach her,
Endeavoring to break her window
With the infuriated winds
To try and tell her he left
But now he only thinks
About her and no one else
Not even the one beside him, his messenger
The shy messenger, the silent one
Trying to wake up the resilient,
His lover, who has become deaf
After years of misery and listening to the heaven's cry
Without realising that it was her lover,
And an effort of the lonely messenger to make them reunite.

I am the small part of this story,
The story of three lovers,
I being the messenger
Being the soft and small part of his tear,
Reaching his lover,
Trying to make her smile,
Trying to make him smile
But as the rainy season ends,
All the tears freeze,
The cold winds start to blow,
The hard to bear heavy breeze,
I regret to make a delay
In trying to make him smile in glee
For all my petty efforts failed
To make him see that day
When like all the romantic stories
End in a cliche.

So I kind of made up a story here. Although I wasn't able to comprehend it right. It's actually like all the typical love stories in which there is a man who loves someone a lot and then there is his friend who loves him more than anything. The man and his lover ended their relationship but now the man misses her and is mostly sad. The man's lover isn't that well aware how much he still loves her and the man's friend just to see him happy tries to reach his lover and tries to reunite them. So at the end the girl failed to do so and regrets her failure. Whatever, it's just something random.

#love #hate #friend #clich #thirdwheel

unwritten Jul 2014

etcetera

i can never really organize my thoughts,
so much to the point that
at one moment
i might be thinking that nothing could be worse
than it already is,
but at the next,
i might be admiring the beauty of life,
and how everything is grand,
and how i can almost see the sparkles that emerge from the stardust in your veins.

i can never really stick to one thing,
so much to the point that,
at one moment
i might be writing lines of poetry about veins brimming with stardust,
but at the next,
i may be considering what an utter cliché
that line is.

i can never really make up my mind,
so much to the point that,
at one moment
i might be intent on the idea that stardust as a whole
is a cliché, cliché, cliché,
but at the next,
i may not care at all.

who gives a ****?

it's not about what's cliché and what's not.

it's simply about the thoughts,
the words,
the beauty.

all at once.

but the problem with me is,
i can never really organize my thoughts,
so much to the point that
at one moment
i might be pouring my thoughts into this poem,
but at the next,
my mind might be frozen.
e m p t y .
bare.

sometimes my mind
doesn't like to cooperate.
but as of now,
it is.

and i've decided
that stardust
is a total cliché.

i do not doubt, though,
that it is one hell of a beautiful cliché,
perhaps much like my mind.

(a.m.)

late night thoughts. forgive me if this makes no sense.

#love #poetry #words #life #beauty #thoughts #mind #cliche #stardust #clich

Daniela May 2014

clichè

i'm staring out the window,
fingers clutched to a cigarette.
8 minutes before sunrise,
i'm watching the sky rain.

I might be thinking about you too

#love #poetry #cry #rain #night #sky #romantic #nighttime #cigarette #sunrise #amateur #clich