#hopeless poems on Hello Poetry

Tuffy Mutombo Sep 2017

Lie to me
Tell me that you love me

At least this way I know you are
Telling the truth

#deep #desperate #lovers #undercover #emotions #crazy #romantic #hopeless

hannah Sep 2017

the dining of open flesh,
bares its bitter bourbon taste of silence
into a room masking ****** with romance.

the disguise of trampled hedonistic elegance
from dead mouths, liberates black moons, stolen
from charcoal hairs of blood fed suns.

the devil pleads golden,
rinsing off broken souls,
pushing them to their belonging tides of famished sea.

lathering ashed breast bones prepare starving vessels
into hissing snakes, into a porcelain face.

banking celestial existence weeps into tortured passions,
feasting on self destruction.

a desired blackened grave blooms venom,
knotting its unnoticed self to daring victims,
harvesting a norm of perpetual sin,
dwelling real and unchangeable; like gravity.

the dining of open flesh,
swears its inevitability.

#death #fear #hopeless #self #harm

Lizzy Sharples Sep 2017

Out of reach

Glorious display of light
Sought in the blackest night
Beautiful bright
But out of sight
Clouds cover
The wondrous view our eyes covet

Can't touch rainbows hue
Approach and colours undo
Vanish from view
Whenever pursued
In cloud revealed
But when chased concealed

Whether hidden or unattainable
It's like all beauty is unavailable
This perspective unsustainable
I'll hope again when I'm able to
I'll find myself again somehow
But I'm out of reach right now

#hopeless #depression #lost #gone #loss #death

Zoë Green Sep 2017

Hopeless Life

My arrow drives deeply into his neck and knees by halves

I draw the arrow out drowning him in his own blood

Shifting my aim across the bow

I curve out my knife, look at the wound

clutch it like it's me who's dying

That's the day I stopped believing in hopeless life

#gruesome #hate #sad #hopeless #life #gory

Wounded Warrior Sep 2017

Buried Alive

It feels like I'm barely surviving...
I'm crawling on the floor trying to keep going.
Just when I think I can lay on the ground &rest..
I get buried alive.
I tell myself its ok, don't panic.
They warned you this would happen.
And I claw my way out of the dirt.
Again & again it happens.
The darkness & heaviness covers me so often.
That I wonder when will be the time that I will just lay there buried alive, close my eyes and let the air finally leave my body.
I don't know how much fight I have left in me.
How much can one person take?
I keep clawing my way up to the light.
But the darkness feels so much easier to lay in.
It won't be like this forever I tell myself.
One day you will get up and run joyfully where you want to go.
Hold on a little longer... don't let go.
This isn't the end.

#surviving #pain #hopeless #darkness #hope

Emma Haze Sep 2017

My stance on a substance i call: love

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