#life poems on Hello Poetry

Bree17 7d

What if I really don't belong anywhere?

The feeling of always being out of place..

..it follows me.

found in a old note book, **** little me was depressed too, sometimes I forget just how long it's been this way.

#isolation #friendships #school #life #imalone #belonging #home

Thomas W Case 7d

I long for
the sunburnt days,
freckled dreams and
scabbed up knees.
Ahh
to be a boy in
summer again.
My baseball and
**** dog close at
hand.
Fishing pole and
lily pad ponds.
I caught frogs and
tortoises.
The budding poet in
me saw sunsets on
the underside of
the shells.

The daylight, and
evening seemed to
last forever.
And when I finally
went to bed,
The buzz of the
cicadas, and the
symphony of the
crickets were my
soundtrack to youth.
I dreamed in green.

Here's a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my recently published book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jRhyjqbFrGI

#youth #life #beauty

Madeon 7d

The Alchemy of Pain

Transform my sorrow into gold,
For in the furnace of despair,
Life redefines its purpose,
Crafting beauty from the broken.

#sorrow #gold #life #purpose #beauty #broken #despair #transform #pain

David P Carroll 7d

A Little Pony

A little pony so sweet
And so cute and
He pranced with
Such grace and fleet
And his smile was truly unique
And his heart was so gold and
This little pony was truly a
Precious little treat.

Pony

#life

Zywa 7d

[ It didn't count for much ]

It didn't count for much,

I know in hindsight, thanks to --

my account of it.

"On the Road" - "The Original Scroll" (1951, Jack Kerouac), about his activities in 1947-1950, published in 1957/2007, chapter Book One

Collection "Mist-I"

#life #diary

aviisevil 7d

cometh, absolution.

The night has
settled.

Unsettled questions
swim in the dark,
crashing against
the walls.

The silver moon
spills softly on
the white sheets.

Empty corners
bleed into the heavy
air.

Unspoken secrets
decay in the carton.

Silence has come
with absolution.

The violent grief
of the lonely hour
shall abandon the
sails too.

And adrift would
be my belongings,
swirling into the
dark currents,
crashing against
the doors and the
windows,
knocking on my
dreams, my thoughts,
and more.

And where shall I
be,
when the dust
has settled,
and the shipwreck
has become part of
her abandonment?

Every piece of
her being
sowed in the
dust of this cunning
planet.

No one to see
for what she has
now become,
no one to remember
her name,
or mine.

#dark #life

DJQuill 7d

The maze

Life feels like a big, dark maze right now.
A dusty, dark hall full of unknown difficulties
I don't know where I'm navigating.
I see helping lights every now and then.
But they go dark after a while
Every step scares me to death
Makes my body shiver and itch
I may have the strength to reach the end, but
what will happen
when I reach it?

#maze #life #depression #fear #panicattack

Vaishnavi Pathak 7d

Tapestry

Life, a tapestry, so vibrant,

Strands of joy woven with sorrows, abundant.

Some are dark like shadows,

And some, soft and bright like meadows.

The needles of fear,

And the yarn of tears.

Together, weaving a path,

Reflecting the aftermath.

Look! She still stands,

Emerging out of the tangled strands.

With the needles of sorrow and distress,

She will weave a new velvet dress.

Her neck, adorned with pearls,

Her lotus eyes, closed yet full of moonlit twirls.

A smile so bright,

Guiding her like a light.

Now, she reclaims the tapestry,

Decorating her with glory.

The fragile borders have been strengthened,

And her spirit awakened.

#life #resilience #struggles #metaphor #imagery #tapestry #rhyms

Lizzie Bevis Dec 4

Perseverance

They see your smile, but not the miles
Of battles fought when your worries pile.
Your quiet strength, your hidden pain,
The storms you weather, time and again.

With each sunrise, you wear your mask,
Carrying on your unseen task.
Your prayers whispered into the air,
Your spirit burning with all you bare.

The world moves past, they cannot see
The warrior that you've come to be.
The tears you've shed, the doubts you've faced,
The countless times you've felt displaced.

But know this truth, I see you there,
Fighting battles that you can't share.
Your courage speaks in silent ways,
Through countless long and weary days.

So hold your head high, don’t let yourself fall,
There’s more strength in you than you recall.
And though few know your battle's length,
I'm proud of you and your quiet strength.

©️Lizzie Bevis

#perseverance #coping #life #poetry