#meaning poems on Hello Poetry

Thomas Patrick Mar 2021

Hope

I am a fool

To think my consciousness is unique
My purpose somehow important
That I can alter a greater course

That my perspective has more depth
My connection prescient
To deem my view important

So in the end how might I be satisfied
At my time of passing
Can I be satiated through goodness
Fulfilled by experiences
Comforted through love

To fill myself with hope
My connection part of a oneness
That I have lived meaningfully

That my spirit will live on
My energy in tune with a greater being
To fool myself with hope

#hope #abstract #meaning #thinking #life

chris Feb 2021

Ants

Language pulled sweetly toward the entrancing vortex of love
Love spread across the toast of the Earth
Billions of ants gather in circles while we watch from above
Whispering secrets in a spirit of mirth

#love #language #meaning

Evelyn Ann Feb 2021

Thoughts

I hope that someday I don’t hesitate
Even if I say the truth
Even if it all ends in tears.

#thoughts #newpoetry #poetry #poems #poem #short #truth #hidden #meaning #meaningful

Abby Feb 2021

Look To The Sky

I have questions I’ll never get to ask
Answers I desperately need to hear
Thoughts seeping then escaping
So rarely any resonating

I drink more than I should,
Believe more if I could,
Die in your arms, wish I would
Guess I’m just misunderstood

Laughter turns to anger in my throat.
Senses scrambled when I need them the most.
Don’t you know we’ll all die alone?
Recognize emptiness in your bones

I swear more than I should,
Trust you more if I could,
Transcend doubt, wish I would
Purposely misunderstood

Chances left on the table like scraps
Another time we’ll never know
Things like this change everything
Sacrifice one for another again

I lie more than I should,
Love in full if I could,
Be young and free, wish I would
Always just misunderstood

Always looking for the right words, answers, and infinite lives to explore.

#misunderstood #opportunities #timing #answers #meaning

Shraddha Arora Feb 2021

Three words that shook me!

I kept walking for forty years;
I had my joys and my tears.

I was a daughter, mother and wife;
I was told that this is life.

I have no regrets.
I have met my targets set.

Then why this question sounds New?
When she asked me “Who are you”?

I fumbled; I stumbled.
But the question is still unanswered.

I am sad, I am nervous;
I was walking with No Purpose.

Maybe it's ok to let it go;
No one else will ever know.

Or, maybe it’s time to walk again;
To finally find “Who I Am”.

This poem is a reality of those who keep living without a 'Purpose' only to realize later how difficult it is to define their 'Why'.

#purpose #identity #life #meaning #lifestories #true #reality #awakening #newbeginnings

Lunar Feb 2021

Rainbow + 1

Red: Why did I forget what inequality tastes like. Why did I think forgiveness was easy. Selflessness isn't a gift it's a curse.

Orange: Annoying. Why did I force myself to change to fit in. Why didn't I stand up then.

Yellow: You are unfamiliar. You are warm but warmth is something that makes me uncomfortable. Its the calm before the storm to me

Green: IDK. I don't use you but I know your importance. You probably the cement I cant see.

Blue: Deep. I can get lost in it if I want to. Scary because I don't think ill find the surface or want to if I get in

Indigo: Magic. My imaginary sky, a word I belong to; a world for me

Violet: Smell. It's nostalgic, almost like a drug. Gives me a high I never knew I could get

Black: My comfort. The one thing that is familiar. My zone, my demons, my creation...

By
Lunar

#colours #meaning #relate

Grey Feb 2021

What is a Poem?

“What is a poem?”
My English teacher asks,
then barely pauses before answering his own question.
Lists of rules and reasons
spill from his mouth,
so many that he’s cut off by the bell.

I refrain from raising my hand
and telling him that anything can be a poem
if you want it to be.

The painting on the wall,
the fleeting peace that comes
from looking at the moon,
the little boy whose hands are already rough
and calloused with use.

Nothing makes a poem
but our minds and thoughts and wishes
for “poem” is just a word
but what it gives us is ours to decide.

Maybe even this is a poem,
though my English teacher would disagree.

2/18/2021
Felt like trying something new.

#poem #definition #thoughts #poetry #words #rules #creativity #meaning #imagination #beauty

Jonas Feb 2021

get out

I'm looking for Meaning
for answers to the questions blurry in my mind
visable through my screaming heart
my aching chest
the hole in the middle
where my soul ought to be
fighting for room, fighting for breath
;
I'm looking for Love
whatever that is supposed to be
a gift, a curse, a savior
responsibility
freedom of me
try not to run away
at first sight
;
I'm looking for Death
for it is a choice
but binding by nature
unavoidable
face it
accept or despair
one can not wander in a painting
without minding the frame
;
I'm looking for Purpose
for me to face myself
in no mirror
you weak, fragile, useless being
find your use
don't be to ******* yourself
they say
;
I'm looking for many things in Life
yet do not open the door
I am scared
live to die another day
in my bedroom
get out
;

one step at a time
It's natural to be scared
that's how you become brave.

#life #thought #death #insecurity #purpose #love #meaning #hiding #struggle

Jonas Feb 2021

Away

So you're going then?
Yes I'm leaving
... me behind, again.
For some time, I'm coming back .... I think
Why are you doing this? What are you looking for?
Experience, Purpose, Answers, Determination
Love, Life, Death,
Memories of the future
and whatever all of that summs up to
It hurts to see you go.
I know,but you know what?
...
It means it has been real
It means it has been worth it
;

Getting left hurts, please don't leave me behind
Stay clear of open windows
I'll be seeing you my old friend

#loneliness #leaving #friendship #love #life #travel #journey #meaning

Carl D'Souza Feb 2021

Feelings

I feel
so many feelings
all the time.

I am
a feeling being.

I need
to feel
to understand
the meaning of my experiences
in comparison to my needs and aspirations.

But
my feelings
happen intuitively
and prior to careful evidence-based reasoning
and so my feelings are not philosophically reasonable
and so my feelings are dangerous
if I use my feelings to define what reality is.

I protect myself
from unphilosophical unreasonable feelings
by never enacting my feelings,
by never reacting motivated by feelings;
rather I use my feelings
only as information
that I am having feelings
and so my needs and aspirations
may be affected in some way
by my experiences
which led to my feelings;
then I reflect
on my experiences
to philosophically reasonably discover
how it is most useful for me to feel
to achieve my optimal joy an happiness.

#feeling #need #aspiration #meaning #experience