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One two
Well look at you
Three Four
Always begging for more
Five six
But I'm all out of tricks
Seven Eight
So full of hate
Nine Ten
So I just wont breathe again
I like to read it going over each of the numbers with a breath in and then a breath out but thats just me. Guess i'm just tried of taking instruction from people who don't understand.
Wynn H Nov 26
The day drags on
As I count the hours,
Watching them drift on by.
Day by day…

Waiting for that ever elusive
Last hour of the day,
that beckons
For the drive home.

But, the closer
I get to that
Ever elusive hour,
The more I begin
To dread the drive home.

The fear of helpless loneliness
With only myself
As companionship awaits…

A fear,
That only alcohol can quench
                          Until tomorrow…
When we start this process
All over again

When will the hurting stop?

[soon soon]
Amanda Nov 14
She
Counts
Her shots
With sharpie
On her arm, tick tick
The alcohol swirls inside her.
It can **** you, you know that, if you keep taking them.

She
Waits,
Ignores.
Breathes in smoke.
The substances coursing
Through her veins. The two, a yin-yang
Teasing each other, now giving balance to her world.

Feel
Your
Burning
Cheeks flushing
Under the dim lights.
Are you still counting them tonight?
What are you trying to escape from? Him? Or yourself?
David Abraham Sep 26
Tear, tear, tear.
Spend classes tearing paper into tiny bits.
Why do I do it?
(Tearing until my fingers hurt.)

Count, count, count.
Almost run into people every few minutes.
Why do I do it?
(Count my bones whenever I can.)
(Count the steps on the stairs when I ran.)
(Count the steps I take and how many breaths I draw.)

I am aware that everyone sees me,
counting and tearing and restarting,
and I don't want to stop even though it's not with a degree of panic.

Check, check, check.
Check so many things again and again,
but not the things that are really important.
(Check that everything's not changing or if it is.)
2154 September 25 2018

maybe using distractions so i won't feel as hungry lol
A M Ryder Aug 29
You ever try counting the stars?
I can't ever get the same number twice
They keep changing on me
I'm not even entirely sure what a star is
Well my body knows,
It's my mind that has forgot
Four halves
No wholes
One father
No dad
Two wrong moves
Three wrongs ones
Five broken lives
painting pictures
of grief on
different canvases.
Amanda Jun 17
Distance a temporary challenge
When I cannot see your face
The restraining miles longer
Without your peaceful embrace

I hear your voice
Cannot help but smile
It makes it better
At least for a little while

Your words get me
Through another hard night
Memories of you and I
Always burning close and bright

I miss you more my love
Every second you are not here
Spend each day wishing
I could hold you near

Time will come and go
Soon I'll be with you
Until then I sit and count the miles
I don't know what else to do
One from high school
Jay Dayz Jun 14
Every day
1, 2, 3, 4
stay up just a little late
5, 6, 7, 8
tired of this endless play
9, 10, 11, 12
I'm still up lets count again!

1, 2, 3, 4
Every day I lay in bed
5, 6, 7, 8
Watch the time all go away
9, 10, 11, 12
Took to long lets go again!

1, 2, 4, 3
A darkened room -to play- -for us-
5, 7, 6, 8
What -shadows come- -have those- to say
12, 11, 10, 9
-allright- -you'll be- -okay- -it is-

9, 11, 6, 3
-can you- -hidden- -meaning- -endless-
2, 5, 8, 10
-just an- - with no- -winning- -find the-
4, 7, 1, 12
-puzzle- -and no- -Life is- -meaning?-
I've lost track of time
Mary-Eliz May 14
1
and
seven
squared
times twenty
again and some
more plus just a circle
or two, counting on fingers
to one, counting yet some more
and over and over again, don't forget
triangles now they count for a lot, you know,
figure it out, add it all up, equals a gazillion and
ten to the power of ten hundred thousand million+1
Total nonsense.
I've counted the days.
90 to be exact

I've clocked the hours.
2,160 if I'm correct.

I've times the minutes
129,600 if my math is right.

And I've recorded the seconds.
7,776,000 and rising.

That's how many times I've thought of you.
That's how many times I've beat myself up.
That's how many times I've let myself down.
That's how many times I've failed.
That's how many memories I've lost with you.
Cherish every second because it might be your last
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