#hopeless poems on Hello Poetry

Emma Haze Sep 2017

Ive always been drawn towards the idea if love; I'm a hopeless romantic to the core. It goes without saying thats caused me an indescribable, unconventional vast amount of pain.
Girls can be mean. Girls hurt girls.
The chances of me ever completely emotionally healing is as slim as the chance my nasal system has to recover from what i use to replace affection.

Im human, I'm an animal, a mammal, a reproductive being, its a biological addiction. I cant sleep at night when the bed is cold, i cant breath with ease when the air is sharp and lonely, i cant eat a meal if i don't have a reason other than hunger, how could I possibly?

How could i resist the warmth of soft, smooth skin, running my brittle hands gently from her neck to her hips, the taste of her lips- how they seem desperately wanting me, the sharp inhales that draw me in, the moans of "i don't think i love you but i love how you make me feel", the flesh, how your teeth grip my lips, when you gently hold my hand constantly, the way you hold me.

Im broke; emotionally, physically, mentally, financially, spiritually, yet no matter what i do i cant resist the desire to get myself hurt again- the risk of letting myself love. Im addicted to the risk.

Id really appreciate any criticism you inevitably will have, and i hope you enjoyed or took something out of this <3

#love #gay #broken #emotionally #hopeless #romantic #romance #girls

Sam Sep 2017

Pessimism or Realism?

It's the same from day to day, and every hour spent awake,
just another hour away from anything that makes me happy.

You tried to catch my every tear, only to realize the depth of my sorrow.

That the crystal beads falling from my eyes probably never would end.

Never could end.

Sure we tried to play pretend.

To put band aids on the scars, but the blood gushed straight through.

Wounds raw.

Infected by a broken world.

Where dreams die long before the people who conceive them, and greed runs rampant because wealth is considered an achievement.

Words like "Hope"
Words like "Happiness"

They were taught to me years ago.

Now they're just the false, ****** up, lies I tell myself to get to sleep at night.

When we first met, you asked me what I saw the future holding.

I really didn't have an answer, so I just told you "longer sighs"

I guess I didn't lie, cause the clouds confine my mind making reasons to smile hard to find.

Ask that same question today, and I'd tell you my new answer, "The same thing as yesterday"

#pessimism #hopeless #broken #tears #realism #acceptance

Sam Sep 2017

Dreary Hourglass

Days crumbling faster, still the countless shades of hopeless linger in my eyes. Like notes written on a napkin from a diner where the doors never lock. A napkin soon to be ravaged by hands and stuffed into a pocket. The end result, shreds and pieces.
Reminiscent of the current state of my still beating heart.
Questioning every thought, every dream. Life falling
apart as the zipper travels down the seam. Skies become gray, and everything is grim. Love lost to the girl who stole my whole world. Now I fill the void with cigarettes left half smoked. Trying to find a way, to mend a heart left fully broke.

#lonely #broken #dreary #apathy #careless #hopeless

Mister J Sep 2017

The Search

For all my life I've been searching
I've tripped, stumbled and I had lost my way
For all these years I've been yearning
I was fooled and blinded looking for the one to stay
For all the broken hearts I thought I could endure
I stood up, picked up the pieces and restored what remained
For all the tears that fell before I grew and matured
I tasted and swallowed the pain more than what I could sustain

Someday I know I'll find someone
To share this burst of life we all possess
Some way I know I'll get to where
I could come give you my love and caress
Somehow I know I'll get my chance
To prove to the world that I deserve your love
Someday I know I will find you
The fallen one sent for me from heaven above

The search began when we were apart
The search bore fruit when I found your heart
The search ends when our love begins to start
This search for the belle who scribbled her name on my heart

I think I found you.

Sept. 5, 2017, 4AM.
:)

#romance #love #hopeless #romantic #i #am #falling #hard #stop #heart

Matthew Vargas Sep 2017

Relapsing

"Are you okay?"
Some ask while I fall into shambles
Am I okay?
I ask myself as I tear my flesh apart
"You look so tired..."
Some say as they look at me, concerned.
"Didn't get much sleep."
I try to smile and mumble.
It's tiring.
So utterly exhausting as my pillow bears more of my tears,
Staining it's soft fabric.
Drops of salt and water, how I cling
To this pillow and wonder
Why I'm always alone when I cry.
But who knows
and who cares.

#tired #depressed #alone #sad #crying #hopeless

Sam Sep 2017

Hopeless Romanticism

Being a hopeless romantic...

It's laying in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Listening to any love song with piano.

It's thinking about that one person.
From dawn until dusk, and dusk until dawn.
Their name, their smile, repeating in your mind.

It's realizing you may never be the one locked in their arms.
The only place you truly desire to be.
No matter how hard you try.

It's accepting sadness as a part of you.
At least it's better than feeling nothing at all.

It's a beautifully, broken, equation.
One that has no universal solution.

Being a hopeless romantic...

It's a blessing and a curse.

#hopeless #romantic #broken #nights #love #sadness

Habiba Sep 2017

The end

The beginning of the end,
A brief moment of happiness
On a freshly stretched canvas
Then Gone with the blowing wind,
without track or trace,
just like the rest
Like fine sand, through my fingers
Away the one slips
Our bridge burns down to ashes
Then the heart crashes
A journal spreads open
Begs to get touched
In sorrowed cries and swollen eyes
The ink rhymes
Then the soul dies
The end

4:45 am

#heartbreak #gone #left #ash #love #hopeless #cry #cries #tears #broken