#how poems on Hello Poetry

Kee Jun 2017

how?

the current flows rapidly down my cheeks
and my eyes puffy like balloons
my face quivering, the sobs erupting from my mouth
my knees weak
my heart shattered
i tell myself i shouldn't cry
that i'll be okay
but how do i know that?
how do i know that this hurt is going to stop?
what if it never stops?
is it like a toothache?
the pain comes and goes, only getting stronger and stronger until you have to get it taken out?
what if i can't remove this pain like i can my tooth?
what if this ache in my heart won't heal and the crack will never mend?
who am i to know what my heart wants?
maybe it's tired of my reckless decisions and has decided that it doesn't want to be healed
maybe it will stay this way and prepare for the next wave of pain to come just like that toothache
but...
what happens when the pain is finally too much?
can i die from a broken heart?
how will i prepare for another love?
how do i know that this is the one?
how do i know that he loves me?
how do i know when it's finally going to end?
how...

im in my feelings, lol.

#how #heartbreak #quiver #tears #current #sobs #love #toothache #wisdom #teeth #pain #suffering #end #reckless #decisions

Sarah May 2017

Hidden

Don’t take up space
Don’t be too loud
Don’t let them know how scared you are
Don’t let them know how fake you are
You didn’t earn this
You don’t deserve this
Keep yourself away from them
Like the monster you are
You’re getting the hang of this
Staying hidden
Keeping your emotions hidden
You’ve learnt how to numb everything
So they don’t get a glimpse of the real you
The you that you keep locked away
Until you are finally alone
The you that claws at you like a beast
Because you are a beast
Why else would you live in this prison?

#how #can #i #fall #apart #if #was #already #broken

Kee May 2017

How long?

How long should I sit here and pretend that I haven't wanted to end it for 17 years?
How long should I say 'I'm good' when I was just crying the bathroom ten minutes ago?
How long should I stare in the mirror and say 'Maybe I'll cut my hair tomorrow' knowing deep down I won't go for the next six months.
How long should I avoid the inevitable?
How long is too long?
How long can I look at this world, this society, and think that this is the type of world I want to live in?

#how #long #sit #pretend #seventeen #bathroom #crying #mirror #cut #hair #inevitable #months #depression #thoughts #society #world #look #live #good

Reagan May 2017

Something Dead

Do you
Ever feel
Like you're
a dead body?
No, this isn't going where you thought it would
It's not an uplifting song
It's not something to tell you that
"You're worth it"
Because
You're not
You're not worth it
You're not the best
Your anxiety is true
Your worry is not for nothing
Because your worry is you
Worry is worthless
Anxiety is worthless
The only thing it's good for is death
And you're a dead body
Because you feel like it
Because your mind is
Gone.

#thisisnthappyimyellin #anxiety #imshook #how #do #you #tag #depression #death #worry

JDK May 2017

No One Ever Asks To Be Born

Warning signs can't be read from inside the womb.

Long all you want to go back to that warmth and goo,
but your stuck out here for keeps.

Don't worry though;
Life is brutal and cold and ends too soon,
but for now just go back to sleep.

Yea sweet dreams.

#how #uplifting

Isak Planke May 2017

Box

Do you live here?
Are you safe?

How do you feel?
       Happy?
No?
       Sad?
       Satisfied maybe?

Now, what makes you different from him?
How do you identify your self?

Ok, what do you see?
A box?
Good
Now look inside
What is inside your box?

Why don't we take a walk
You can't?
Why?
Are you stuck?
Are you afraid?

What is holding you back?
The walls?
Ok, who built these walls?
Why did you do that?

How did this make you feel?
What is the purpose of this poem?
I really want to know

#box #stuck #why #what #how #you

Kerstin Apr 2017

certain similarities

i am nothing
personality functionality deficit
and i attract
people with certain similarities
people who have embraced solidarity
will you hide with me?
brought forward an onslaught of emotions
my love
you’re running bargaining
i end up alone
with false hopes
to an end of my own personal
apocalypse
as i write in this
mindset
brought on by
a year of internal struggling
and endless working
my mind wanders
as insomnia sets in
will I be alone?
will I die today?
a dose of the unrequited effort
my mind wanders
what if my world would go black
would that be my win?
ramble ramble ramble
this existential poem
would it be ironic to like it?
ramblings of death
the end and personal pain
if one truly hates the pain
and yet loves the idea
of the darkness
are you afraid to die?
alcohol i bid thee a fair burning welcome
how long will you stay
enough to to see my lack of coherent sentence structure
or enough to see i am a flawed creation
going on and on about existential problems
for i shall exist regardless of my best intentions
as the wheel continues to roll on despite the moss covering this rain slicked track
i am done
all alone
But I don't want to be

Wordsinalign Apr 2017

Can’t fly with wings of gold

In the crowds of colourful birds that sat in the tallest trees, every one of them prettier than the rest across seven seas. Metaphors and similes of their beauty, made the cracks on the pavement lay at ease.

One of them remained low because you can’t fly with wings made of gold in the garden of wild unruly souls. Like the bird whose wing is broken, you are the one that couldn’t follow the motion. You can’t fly like the others or blend with their feathers.

She sat in the roar of society, keeping to herself invisible to the quietly.
A part of her died accepting that she can’t fly,
that she liked it down here and being different.
But at times she just wondered why,
what is it about her that made her insignificant that she had to lie.
Broken wings cannot fly though I’ve seen more brokenness fill the skies.

With an aroma of anticipation and she waited there for her signal, the other birds strutted their formation and blamed her for her lack of imagination.

“Go ahead feathered soul”, he said. His feather shimmering gold, she lived in denial that this new stranger fell in love with her aura of survival.

#bird #denial #do #we #know #how #to #love #fly #free #gold #idea #of #intense #society #wings

Arlene Corwin Apr 2017

I'm Lucky

I’m Lucky

I’m lucky.
I don’t have to earn my living as a poet.
But I have to write it.

No reward to energize,
No prize,
No monetary chance for status,
Fame the same;
A nano-chance to spread my name.
And yet, and yet,
Out of the air
Ideas occur.
And while I sit or lie or stand
Wholly unplanned,
Forced, driven
Structure, meter as yet hidden -
To seek pad and pen
With no predicting what and when
Will come to mind,
Inside the thing,
Inside the process of the writing.

It is as if some muse takes over
Former Arlene Faith Nover,
Improvising from said air
Ideas she never knew were there.
What could be luckier?
Silly couplets sometimes deep,
Forms arriving from the beep of spontaneity.
How lucky can one be!

I’m Lucky 4.12.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II; Revelations Big&Small; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin

How lucky can one be!

#how #lucky #can #one #be

Colm Apr 2017

How To Find Poems

The best verses are not torn from the heart
Or ripped from the head
But are pulled from your mouth, endlessly, like a piece of string
Flowing from between your lips
Until all that needs to be said and done
Is out there, in the world
And it exists

Simple enough.... NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#how #to #find #poems #write #speak #poetry #verse #rhyme #sean #scribbles #truth #chest #head #heart #source