#heavy poems on Hello Poetry

izi Jul 2020

You would think that a broken heart could be mended,
All broken things can.
Or, you would think that it would break further,
Like a shattered mirror.

My heart didn't do either,
it turned hard,
and heavy,
and now my heart is a stone.

When I try to feel, my heart is unyielding,
It was once human but now isn't.
Not mended, but not broken, just
Dead.

Dead, like the way I feel
every night,
my heart filled with dread.

Dead, like when,
sometimes,
when I'm all alone,
I will peek inside,
allow it to soften a moment.

And then, once the pain and years of being unwanted,
a troublemaker,
a pest,
an outcast,
come flooding back to me,
wave after wave of sorrow floods me,
and I have no choice but to
push the feelings deep inside
where no one will find them.

I can't bear the pain,
sorrow,
loss,
that fills my heart
and makes it hard,
a sharp, heavy stone.

#heart #broken #mirror #heavy #hard #sharp #unyielding #dead #dread #pain

Ashley Kaye Jul 2020

Like the Changing of Seasons

to dream so heavy weight of it all slumps into icepick pains that Chill your bones and
Ache like river water
From the north.

Frost-laden blue lips forget
to breathe

winter birthed within: feel your body slow
and no longer grow the hope sprouts
of tomorrow

So goodbye to hair flyways lightening bugs and
running through the brush:
Seasons change like shedding of cicadas
off trees.

Planning a future in a pandemic. Hope everyone is safe and well. Much love to this site and this community.

#dream #doubt #winter #heavy

k e i Jul 2020

uncut

you made me believe in love a g a i n,
despite all of the danger lethally submerged in the bottom waiting to resurface,
despite my movements of cautionary measure in this dance for two,
despite the clear tell-tale warnings

you made me believe in love;

only to prove all the impending signs of doom
and my doubts right
only to have made a fool of myself
and develop a surreal hatred over it

only to serve as a reminder-
that i'm not cut out
for silly little intimacies,
called love

#love #tumblr #sad #sadness #aesthetic #heavy #depressed #promise #broken #numb

Grace B Jul 2020

Recover

I was running through these pages,
Your books, I dried them all up.
I threw away what was rotting.
We all tried to mend.
Take off our surfaces and laid them out in the sun to dry.
Your face was cracked.
I took you down to the water to heal your knees,
You’ve been standing through this.
Wash off the heaviness,
And those rocks in your pockets are starting weigh you down.
You didn’t notice.
On our way back, I almost stepped on it.
Sinking into the grass - covering miles of your sight,
I found it.
Almost blended in was the smallest purple flower budding - on it’s way to finding its way.
We were relieved, as we know that she was on the way to
Recovering.

#hope #recovery #heavy

Grace B Jul 2020

Upbringing

It’s plastic bags & paper napkins that taught us left
from right.
Saying grace at dinner but not in prayers.
Teaching wholeness & caring words through these paper napkins,
can't you see,
your words were too light.
Nothing seeped through.
We could spend days wading in rivers or
Driving through fields.
Catching the sun turnover,
shadows of trees hitting your face,
Light, dark, light, dark.
The smell of dirt soaking through your skin.
We had all of this time.
But we never had the chance to learn anything that would fall through your paper plate,
And hit your heart.
Nothing that would turn the moon on its back.
I feel so sorry.
Now we’re all too heavy to catch the sun.

#childhood #teachings #upbringing #heavy

Shubhankar Mathur Jun 2020

Vision

Without the vision, people are rarely reminiscent
Of what they have been looking for,
And fall into a deep torpor.
Maybe it's this slumber that makes them realize,
All that they wanted to be was right there
In front of their own eyes.
With such strong desires held in her soul,
A fire was ignited in her heart
A rustling of leaves somewhere in the woods,
Where she sat somewhere along the brook
Pondering to herself,
Is happiness all I seek?
Or maybe it is just one of life's very old tricks
And it reeks.
With such a heavy heart
She walks alone into the woods,
Contemplating whether life is something
She ever understood.

#vision #understanding #reminiscent #happiness #desires #fire #heavy #heart #contemplating #life