#depth poems on Hello Poetry

Shaun Copple Sep 19

Travel

Travel too deep
and get ****** dry,
by a psyche, not a logical leap.
Ascension—let it fly.

Personal fragility—
Senses need grounding
by a cup of Earl tea,
the alarm is sounding!

Collapsed social animus,
all the animals attack—
Equanimity—No fuss.
Who really has the facts?

Now just wait a minute,
it is all an illusion.
We are actually infinite.
And heading for fusion.

How deep is too deep? Care to find out?

#inner #outer #depth #exploration

TJ Sep 17

silence-

Silence might be
my favorite noise --
albeit,
the loneliest.

Thoughts flood in.
But, what now?
I struggle with
expression,
articulation,
answers.

Frozen in place --
I can't speak.
It feels like
sleep paralysis.
My mind,
pinned down
by the weight of
anxiety,
panic.

Who knew
something so abstract
could feel so physical --
like
discomfort
dread,
a heartbeat
of hopelessness?

No one listens.
Or maybe --
I don't try.
It takes effort
to trust someone,
to let them in.

So, I stay
silent.

#social #anxiety #silence #alone #depth

Nosy Aug 9

Survival cry

Within the silent depth of the hills
A cry so loud it sends me chills
Who am I to choose for life my own
Surviving is all I was made to know

#surviving #cry #emotion #depth

Maryann I Jul 21

The Old Soul’s Lullaby

They called her child,
yet the stars bent down to listen
when she spoke.

She was born
with galaxies behind her eyelids,
ash of ancient moons
in the crescent of her palms.

In classrooms,
she learned nothing new—
only watched
as the world caught up
to what her marrow already knew.

She stitched silence
into her sentences,
wore grief like pearls
strung along the collarbone of time.

Rain would hush for her,
mirrors would blink twice,
and clocks sometimes refused
to tick in her presence.

She moved
like someone who remembered
being fire
before flesh.

And when the grown-ups
chuckled at her wisdom,
she simply smiled—
a soft, secret smile
like she’d seen their ghosts
and offered them tea.

“wise beyond your age”

#timeless #wisdom #depth #eternal

Nosy Jul 11

A tawny table

I press my hand down,
Slowly, onto the surface
Taking in all of what I feel
A slow still, a polite chill

I think it's oak, maybe mangrove
Aged richly to a russet fade
I trace the grains,
Nothing to be unsee.

There's hints of umber
And a dash of pecan,
A smell so earthy, divine
Softly coated so nothing splinters

Lines trace the frame
Like a painter pieces a canvas
Swirled lines like calligraphy
A piece of art.

The touch of wood.

#detail #depth #wood #brown #earth

MANOJ KUMAR RATH Jul 2

SILENT

"Silent kills,
silent heals,
silent your silent
not silent,
silent you."

-Manoj

#silence #healing #pain #innervoice #mentalhealth #selfreflection #quietstrength #poeticthoughts #depth #minimalism