#crisis poems on Hello Poetry

OmRh Sep 22

On weekends, I usually indulge in mundane pastimes in which life duties have no bearing.
Going on leisurely walks, watching films, or making acquaintances. Ah, the art of living!
On most weekdays, however, I often find myself drowning in murky and troubled waters.
Where expectations and obligations gather in a swarm, taking on sharklike features
Striking after telltale signs of surrender. Leaving trails of existential horrors in their wake.

What would it take to flee and veer off the current course? I’d then sit and ponder.
To chase after rosy-deemed dreams made entirely of garments, needles, and thread.
Confiding in parents amidst the chaos is also a proven futile effort because —
‘You’d outgrow your fleeting obsessions,’ is what they always confidently mutter.
Opening room for more doubt and despair to barge in with a loud clatter.

But I learned to hide my biting resentment underneath layers of feigned indifference.
Mastered the craft of walking in confident strides and etching on saccharine smiles.
Because what good comes from performing a Shakespearean tragedy before prying eyes?
However, when the game of play-pretend becomes taxing, and patience starts wearing thin
I seek refuge in my bedroom vicinity, where I freely entertain the blood-spattered what-if musings.

#poetry #existensial #crisis #feelings #words #thoughts #helplessness #reality #pondering #musings

Jia En Sep 8

The Thief

The thief-- she
Took to me
A bit too well--
It was too long before I could tell
Just how much she was taking.
Every piece she was making
Soon turned from hers to mine;
Though she was stealing food
When we sat down to dine.
My words, my soul,
Coming from a theif
Not a month old.
My fingerprints on her gloves.
What did I do
To deserve this?
For you
To take the things I love?
Poetry is
No longer
What makes me stronger,
Above
The crowd.
My voice from your throat
Is far too loud.

poetry is no longer what makes me me. i'm mad.

#thief #identity #crisis #help

Brumous Sep 5

sobriety.

isolation has its familiarity,
as happiness is a drug
yet not as addicting as
misery.

god forbid this feeling of deserving this suffering.

#isolation #sad #alone #lonely #existential #crisis

Virtuous Aug 22

You Saw Me

You saw me on that moonless night.
Loitering and idling out of sight.
You saw me hunched in misery,
Clad in street-walkers' livery.

The moment I laid my eyes on you,
I saw a light, a hope so true,
Something which was shattered since
The day I entered the world of sins.

For want of food, I sold my body;
Bread exchanged with dignity.
A mug of ale for one night's work,
While rent was paid by bedding jerks.

You know what I've done, so why do you care?
I'm broken, undone–a deflowered mare.
I don't even own some decent clothing;
All I have are rags for showing.

You always utter, "I love you."
Is there such a love so true?
Would you love this rotten mare,
And stay with her as a wedded pair?

#heartwrenching #crisis #dignity #regret #redemption

Mydriasis Aletheia Aug 13

Mod Cons

'All the mod cons' they say, as if a few appliances
make up for an extortionate cage.

Despite my loathsome tech salary
I struggle to find a place
I could live out

a healthy and dignified existence
from in our capital city.

All the modern conveniences,
None of the comforts of the past.

#housing #crisis

Ashwin Kumar Jun 21

Everything Will Be Alright Soon, My Friend

Everything will be alright soon, my friend
All your miseries will end
You are a woman of great fortitude
Positive, has always been your attitude!

Everything will be alright soon, my friend
With your family, do you share an amazing bond
You are an excellent wife and mother
With your around, will there be nothing to bother
Your beautiful little kids
I understand life can sometimes be quite hard
However, there's nothing you can't conquer
Because, you are a fighter!!

Everything will be alright soon, my friend
For yourself, will you not have to fend
Because, have you an awesome family
Not for long, will you stay unhappy
Remember, God is there for you
As well as your loved ones
Never, have you committed any sins
So, take care and chin up
Today is probably just a blip
Again, everything will be alright soon, my friend
Really, will your bad times come to an end
All you need, is a bit of faith
May the Lord bless you with loads of love, happiness, peace and good health!!

Poem to provide some cheer to my colleague and friend Namrata, who has been dealing with a few personal issues.

#badtimes #fortitude #strength #courage #friends #friendship #colleagues #peers #family #crisis

Bansi Adroja Jun 16

Components

I'm just a shell

Made up of components that sound pleasing to the ears

Sweet words scribbled on napkins in cafes
Fleeting memories in photographs hidden away

Small enough to keep in your back pocket

Small enough to disappear

Never one to stick around
No reason to stay

#existential #crisis #self #awareness

Jeremy Betts Jun 1

~•§•~ Take Away ~•§•~

(If you leave me now/Chicago)

•°• A Twisted Classic •°•

Yes if you end me now
You take from me the very worst part of me
Ooh-ooh-hoo, yeah
Baby, please let me go

A life like mine is a life hard to define
How can I do this day to day?

I can push no more, must leave it all behind
Why wasn't it taken during a mental crisis day?
Every tomorrow that comes is led by regret
Everything up to today

©2024

#chicago #leave #take #worst #parts #tomorrow #please #life #define #crisis

Jellyfish Mar 8

Apology

An apology isn't an explanation
It took me until now to get it.
It's upsetting how blind I am
to my own hypocrisy.

I've always wanted acceptance
and felt it was an essential need,
I'd break down each time
My parents couldn't apologize

They'd bring up excuse after excuse,
"It's my belief," "I'm not wrong," "this is my side..."
I hated them for this
But had my own way of doing the same thing.

Does this mean I'm the narcissist?
I'm the selfish, arrogant. awful person
I saw reflecting back at me
Through my family?

These thoughts creep up on me again and again,
They make me want to crawl under a rock,
Become dust and eventually drift away
at least in the wind I could change.

#crisis #identity #loss