#days poems on Hello Poetry

Nolan Willett May 2020

Workout

Like the muscles in our fists, and in our legs,
The heart too needs to be torn apart
Again and again
So that it may rebuild itself
Stronger than the day it was before,
And like how we can lift more with our arms,
And run more with our legs,
What hurt us the day before,
Suddenly has no effect
In our heart

#muscles #heart #stronger #day #days #before

Claudia May 2020

What is Life?

What is life?
Life is
The magical moments
That keeps your heart levitated,
That keeps you on your toes,
That fills you up with warmth,
Filled with loving moments,
That you can’t get enough of,
And wish that it stays.

But,
Life doesn’t give you what you want,
No matter how many pennies you throw into the fountain.
What is life?
Life is
The dark moments
The ones where you cry when something doesn’t go your way,
The ones where you must carry an umbrella and wear all black,
The ones where you feel like S*;
These ones are when you feel hopeless
No matter how many times you fall,
And don’t feel like you should get back up.

Everyone’s day feels like one of these.
Wake up and find out: Are you having a magical or a dark day?
But the worst of all, are the ones where it is magical then it slowly turns dark;
Where you think everything is in your favor,
And you are about to show the world that they should not mess with you
Then a text or a tweet comes in
And everyone turns their back to you.

#dark #days #magical #black #hopeless #levitation #loving #wish #pennies #fountain

Roxx3000 May 2020

These Days are Over

These days are over
These days are gone
When you made me feel like I was the one
These days are over
These days are done
When one touch made me feel numb
These days are over
These days are torn apart
When your smile stole my heart
These days are over
These days are dark
When your eyes were a piece of art
These days are over
These days are lost
When our footsteps and love crossed
It was wonderful until we paid the cost

#poem #poetry #days #love #over #breakup #lost #art

Ileana Amara May 2020

rainy days

the rain pours outside
as I watch by my window,
stuck in chaos' calm.

IA

#rainy #days

Somewhatdamaged May 2020

Difficult to Swallow

Its one of those days again
Nothing's right
Nothing's ever fine
Every little thing exists to annoy
Every other I want to destroy
This never ending tunnel
With darker twists ahead
Am I living the nightmare?
Or stuck in this absurd reality?

#absurd #days #nightmare #reality #annoy #destroy #never

Sovit Pokhrel May 2020

!!! DAYS !!!

A master craftsman,
Well bred and fed,
Counting his days,
Days spent, over Days left.

Days, spent searching a craft.
Days, spent learning the craft.
Days, spent working the craft.
Days, spent perfecting the craft.

A master craftsman,
Well bred and fed,
Counting his days,
Days spent, over days left.

Days, left to live.
Days, left for love.

Days, he spent, drifiting from life.
Days, he has left, too little to go back.
Days, he spent, he wishes, he had more.
Days, he has left, only them,
and nothing more !!!

All our lives we run behind what the society has considered the epitome of success only to realise that we have completely forgotten to live our lives in the process. Start living before its too late. Spend time with the people you love, tell them how much you love them.

#life #thoughts #work #art #prefection #days #count #regrets

Alyssa Gaul Apr 2020

These Days (or, The Quarantine)

Spring feels like dying this time.
I usually feel like withering,
but because of the allergies.
People used to be able to laugh
at my sneezes; now they feel like
quick triggers. How do I know which
it is? My phone says it’s a Friday.
The calendar says it’s April.
I know it’s both, but it feels like neither

because spring feels like dying this time.
When I go outside I can relax for a little
in the warmth, but I know it’s a false feeling—
that nature is living. No one I know is really
living, but the mosquitos don’t care.
I go from bed to table to bed again,
wearing the same clothes; it feels maybe
like being mummified. I know I’m in a
tomb, with the same walls haunting me,

and spring feels like dying this time.
Not even the loose sunlight pooling
in from the window can draw me out
from my blanket-cave where the screen
light burns fleeting images into my retinas.
I let myself lie there until the hours fade,
like everything’s just one big dream,
another reality where my body is nothing
but goo. It helps me to forget the truth,

that spring feels like dying this time.

#quarantine #spring #depression #these #days #springtime

Jay M Apr 2020

Dark Smile Days

There are some days
When I wake up
And feel

N o t h i n g

Even the sun's rays
Cannot touch the cup
That lies in my mind
Waiting for me to find
Something real

Take a step, when I land my heel
Each time it touches the earth below me
Something calls my attention
Like the buzzing of a bee
As I look about I notice tension
All throughout my body
Fear courses through my veins
And is embodied in sound
Footsteps echoing upon the ground
Reminders of great pains
Slipping through my fingers again like grains
To pour down like powerful rains
From an unforgettable storm

Sit by the fire
Keeping me warm
Cut the wire
Sever it, block it out
To no avail
Error, fail
Cannot shake it
Louder than any shout
Not one bit

Smother the screams
Throw on a smile
Don't let the darkness bleed through
Hold your tongue
Not all is as it seems
Walk about a mile
Understand what you thought you knew
Remember that song they sung
Those pretty little liars in your head
How they would fill you with dread
Well, they're all in your head
So don't give them a voice
Shut them up
And put on a smile
Act like they didn't spill that pretty little cup
The oasis in your head
Is simply that
So wear a waterproof hat

Atomic seconds to seconds
Seconds to minutes
Minutes to hours
Hours to days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
Months to years
Years to decades
Decades to centuries
Centuries to millennium
Going eventually to eternity
But the reality of it is;
All that's passed is a few minutes

Not all is as it seems
Maybe Poe had it right;
Maybe all we see or seem,
Is but a dream within a dream

Reality is whatever we shape it to be for ourselves
Some feel the have lost that control
To shape their reality
When the answer is right in front of them
Day after day;
You

You shape your own reality
So long as it follows all of the rules, of course
That bind together our lovely little world
Ridden with horror and beauty alike
Only time can help reveal which is which
And what is real or false
A picture or what's true.

- Jay M
April 20th, 2020

Looked through my list of words, and picked three in a row for a title. The poem is based on the title.

#reality #dark #smile #days #time #true #false #secrets

Elle Vee Apr 2020

One day

One day,
I thought about you.
The next day,
I iust can't stop.
The day after that,
you haunt my dreams.
A week later,
My are around your lifeless body.
A week after that,
I found a new one,
And turned you to ashes.

#dark #obsession #stalker #psychotic #love #days #weeks #mind #dreams #lifeless

Aditya Roy Apr 2020

Evanescent Escape

Mother I want to go out
You are my true friend
But where the dogs are
They bark and howl
I once strolled the sold out stores
Where no cold fog settled on the windows
I shall come back to stave away rainy splores again
There will be no heat left in summer
To water the clouds in monsoon
To wail in the forked night
Who feels dour now
As we drink to our evanescent escape
Or face the fire on the final hour
Merely existing
Maybe, as deadly whirpools
As the wind rakes in the leaves now
As autumn warmth decomposes
Wasting into an unbridled heat
The azure skies seemed beautiful yet irate
None compare to my favourite
Red dusky light in anticipation
Every evening for a lonely winter
As summer moves in evanescence
The year looks older with seasons

Without music, life would be a mistake.

#few #days #more