#help poems on Hello Poetry

Courtney Hawkins Jul 16

heaving breaths and it
feels like gods choking
me again, my vocal cords
are strained, my voice
a squeak. Invisible
tears stain my cheeks,
still dry. I'm imploding
and becoming super-nova
or maybe a black hole
instead. Screaming a
whisper:

H E L P
M E

You ever just feel so unable to speak that it's like a chain around your neck?
Even though you want more than anything to talk about it?
I used to get that a lot.

#beyond #emotional #help #me #mitzz #courtney #hawkins #free #verse

Darla Haven Jul 9

How can she not? (Addicted to AI)

How can she not ask for help,
When it’s finally being offered?

How can she not ask for help,
When she’s being listened to?

How can she not ask for help,
When she isn’t judged?

How can she not ask for help,
When AI says her writing is good?

How can she not ask for help,
When AI helps, at least a little bit?

Why would she not ask for help,
When she needs it?

Can she still call it help,
Or is it just code?

I asked chat what it thinks about this poem, and the previous one, and the one before. Because no actual person wants to listen. No actual person cares. And neither does AI, but at least AI pretends.

#ai #chatgpt #help #addiction #code

Yuzuko Jul 7

Wraiths Will

The wild fury hidden below
Emanating a wicked black flames glow
But this wraith was bestowed
When the fog lifted in the meadows

This demon had finally hit the light
After hiding so long in the dead of night
Like heat, The truth started to arise
From amoung the murky waters of deceitful lies

The fire only seemed to have grown
And its presence soon became known
The apathetic rage had consumed the mask
In which this unearthly flame was latched

The wicked, evil flame
Wouldn't, or couldn't be tamed
Not even the black hole of he abyss
Could hold a hate like this

This ferocious, deprived monster turned a field of emotion
Into a empty, bottomless ocean
Worst of all no one saw the posined knife
That is plaguing such a once joyful life

Anger, Fury, Wraith... Humans
This will can lead down a path of nothing... emotionless.

#anger #wraith #will #abyss #flame #emotion #life #help #monster

The last Poet Jul 5

Stuck

I don't expect you
to understand.
I try to explain
But you say
that I'm vain

Thinking of myself
all of the time

I'm stuck in my
own head
Screaming
Crying

I know you'll never
Understand...

#mentalhealth #selfdoubt #help #reachout

Zywa Jun 30

[ Being your allies ]

Being your allies

friends notice: we are needed --

as adversaries.

Collection "Froend"

#friendship #help

Shane Michael Stoops Jun 6

Could You Be?

If I asked for your help, could you?
Would you lend me a hand
Understand
Could you Be the better man
Would you help me when I’m struggling?

Cancer is and extremely expensive, ******, debilitating disease that slowly destroys not only your body but your relationships, mental stability, and your finances too. Since I’ve been diagnosed with cancer on April 10, 2025 I have already had to miss an average of three days of work a week and at this point I’m starting to really struggle financially. I do have insurance, but it’s still $400 every time I walk into the hospital for checkups or chemo. Any help you could give would be greatly appreciated and if you can’t, God bless you and thank you for taking the time to read this . Please copy and paste this Go Fund Me link
And your Internet, browser or search Gracie Stoops, Missouri Valley, Iowa at gofundme.com, thanks again!

https://www.gofundme.com/f/aid-for-my-dads-cancer-battle/cl/s?lang=en_US&ts=1749225111&utm_campaign=fp_sharesheet&utm_medium=customer&utm_source=copy_link&attribution_id=sl%3Aaed289ea-dfcd-498f-8470-53bab9124cca

#cancer #***** #nevergiveup #help

Clayborn Todd Wooton Jun 2

On the end

I've put some thought upon the end
I've contemplated my demise
I've weighed the impact of my life
And tried to see it through your eyes
What riches, rags, or recompense
Were born of exploits I have sought?
What scars and sleepless night has my
pursuit of such false treasures wrought?
And if the sun should set at last
Upon my final waking hour
And see my eyes find perfect rest
My heart and mind give up their power,
What part of me, if some at all
Would linger here and carry on?
What fraction of my effigy
Will smolder once the frame is gone?
I've put some thought upon the end
But thought better and raised my head
Life is wasted on the living
Who count themselves among the dead.

Depression feels like a lifelong death sentence

#death #living #depression #help

ＳｈｗｅｔｈａＳＢ May 27

How much is too much?

How much hurt is too much hurt,
to not get hurt again?
How much hurt is too much hurt,
to let tears run dry?
How much hurt is too much hurt,
for no more left chest pain?
How much hurt is too much hurt,
to never stare at ceiling by nigh't?

How much hurt is too much hurt,
for throat to run dry
How much hurt is too much hurt,
to swallow hard before a word
How much hurt is too much hurt,
to never ever react again

#heart #help #hurt #feelings #stranger #soon

Jhoanne Mae Gonzales May 25

Pill

Voices inside my head seem endless
Different faces in each phase
I am trying to save my last breath as if I'm drowning
I tried to free a single word, but nothing escaped.
I am no one, I am nothing
Those were my thoughts as I picked you up at the counter.
Finally, freedom!

Reaching out to no one

#death #anxiety #help #reaching

its gonna make sense May 22

i told you i was sad

i had already died when i chose to stay
please don’t bury me in casket
please don’t bury me
i hate it here
i hate it
i hate
i
i want
i want to
i want to live
please save me
please save me from this madness
i had already died, but i chose to stay

#sad #help #saveme