#hardship poems on Hello Poetry

Elizabeth Feb 2016

I throw my gubbins out
in my net, casting for a
dinner to feed you
by spoon.

My words are gubbins.
Irritating impulse of
fingers and joints
bending around your waist.

Our speech is gubbins -
puked through esophagus
bile and awkward conversation.
A belch of early caught perch.

We make love like gubbins.
You flop wrongly, I flip coarsely.
Our toes knot and break.
We kiss backwards.

I cry gubbins
on your sweaty shirt.
Your gubbin caught dinner
still smudged on your cheek.

I wake up to your bucket of
gubbins from dinner next to the bed.
I bring it to my boat
to catch our next meal.

From a prompt to question the meaning/existence of a word. I chose "gubbins", an old word for fish chum. Working title.

#love #marriage #hardship #fishermen

TKO Feb 2016

Tough Times

Stay -- your hands
                         My dear
                         My friend
Stay -- your hands
                   My friend...*

I know times have been better --
                    The crops have been wetter
Our hearts have been lighter and
Our bonds have been tighter

    But I want you to know --
    That some flowers it’s
    In the dessert they grow
*So stay -- your hands
       My friend.

The start of a song that I'm working on and thought I'd share.

#life #hope #friendship #song #uncertainty #hardship #support

Ajey Pai K Jan 2016

Friends and Mistakes

In a life of learning from your mistakes,
how blessed you must be to commit
To those while holding hands of a person:
Whom you so dearly call as a friend!

Breathing in each other's breath and,
Venturing into the darkness of life,
Hand in hand we go, igniting light from within.
Friend:- a companion unto himself:
Through the loneliness that this life offers.

From the mistakes we make, spark opinions
Of all sorts and of all kinds known to man.
Mine differs from yours and yours from others.
Opinions projected from the quintessential free will of man,
Make us the finest of the Almighty's creation.

We have but one life to live under the sun.
And a handful of people to have an experience of it.
We may fight, we may hate for a while but-
Something sublime is hardwired into all of us,
Almost embedded in our very souls:
only Forgiveness and love prevails at the end.

and smiles which linger longer than memory can remember.

#friends #life #fight #hardship

Peter Robert Hamilton Jan 2016

Those Days

"Its one of those days, huh?"
Its one of those days, every day
But you won't understand
It's fine, i made it this far
Haven't I?

#poem #poetry #life #days #one #hardship

The Revolutionist Jan 2016

Life #37

When we were younger
the world was full of vibrant colors
who knew however, that as we grew older
the world would turn black and white

#truth #depression #anger #life #pain #bitter #suffering #hardship #maturity #agony

Sombro Jan 2016

Like two lines of lead

When I write words
On a dead page
I come alive
More than we ever could.
Quality stuff
Only appears to me
While I gargle
Something worse than spite.

Fear
Loneliness
Solitude
Misunderstanding
And the me
That makes all else
That.

What am I?
I'm a man who writes stuff down.
I'm a boy
When I look in your eyes.
Don't make me feel sane;
How can you?
I am poor for
Understanding.

So I will sit next to you
And pass poems under the table
To see if you

wretch,
Like the muse of the sea
Wailing wind while
The tide takes all love away.

I'm just writing whatever now.

#sad #people #poems #hardship #problems #separate

Sarah Dec 2015

Abstract thoughts about love and sweaters.

Old and stained,
ragged and worn,
with holes and even
unraveled and torn.
Love is like your favorite sweater,
well used and seen all kinds of weather.
After a few years
and several loose threads,
there may be holes that need mending.
Don't get too worried my dear,
as long as the time that you're spending
is carefully piecing the threads back together.
Love is like your favorite sweater.

#love #rhyme #favorite #weather #abstract #hardship #struggle #overcome #sweater #thread

Medinah Aousunt Nov 2015

We Grew Up

There was a time when we were innocent, naive, and content , but we grew up.
Some sooner than others,but defaced by life's brute evasion nonetheless.

So innocent we were; danger was no further than the hard wood floor where cushioned pillows and books were our safety to the door, but we grew up.
Faced with hunger, desire, and needs; disgraced for difference, overwhelmed by ****** greed.

There was a time when we were innocent when emotions were simple.
We laughed when we were happy, cried when we were sad, but we grew up.
We learned there were tears of happiness and laughter within the pain deep inside our chest.
We discovered emotions weren't simple; they're more than 123, a thing to keep hidden, or deemed unfit to lead.

So innocent we were when "I love you" meant the world. An intangible bond between us and our Guardian, yet we grew up.
"I love you" are fighting words you have to prove, feel, and fear 'cause it can **** and heal all in the same gear.

Yes, there was a time when we were innocent then a knock came upon the door. All glasses were shattered and our innocence nevermore.

Poem Created By Medinah Aousunt

#love #life #pain #betrayal #happiness #kids #innocence #laughter #hardship #nevermore

Peter Robert Hamilton Nov 2015

Being Poor

Being Poor is keeping your mind as a child occupied with newspaper and cardboard
I never had to go through that as a child
How dare I complain about not having it good enough
How dare I
It's been harder than most, but a lot easier than many others

#life #poor #realization #child #hardship