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Slowly I feel the tension creep,
Up my back to the base of my skull.
Beneath the weight of my sins,
I begin to slowly crumble.

The knot forms with a grip so strong,
My head no longer wants to turn.
Memories keep flashing so fierce,
Along my spine it starts to burn.

Pulling tight the tension increases,
A pain unbearable above my right eye.
Like the ghost that tortures me within,
Something that doesn't go away with a high.

Vision obscured by shapes and colors,
Eyes glued open with so much fear.
For if I shut them I'm petrified,
Details of your face may reappear.

How exhausting this battle has become,
When all I do is keep losing.
As I lie down and wait for it to pass,
I feel myself reducing.
Allison Wonder © 2018
Peter Balkus Oct 18
Not LSD,
not cannabis,
neither *******.
But Debussy -
the remedy
for migraine.
Poem inspired by "Prelude a L'apres-midi d'un Faune" by Claude Debussy
AditiBoo Sep 23
When it hits you, straight in the face
Everything suddenly appears out of place
You can’t even think
It hurts just to blink

A whisper becomes deafening
A question too challenging
Your patience is wearing thin
As your focus goes for a spin

Your brain and mouth refuse to co-operate
You try hard to concentrate
But nothing is enough to get you out of this haze
Where sanity loses itself in this craze

You're crawling your way out of a desert
Your eyes are pricked with sand and dirt
The wind howls between your ears
And moving forward always puts you in arrears

You try and shut down to sleep
But the pounding, is ingrained too deep
It curses you with every single breath
It's like only the bad parts of ****

Your skulls feels like it's folding in on you
Your vision is blurred and slightly askew
There is nothing like suffering through the pain
Of a stubborn, incessant migraine
Christopher Jul 16
Even though a lion is trained to keep it's mouth shut, it doesn't mean it can't learn around it.
Stardust has seen and tried to stop me clean of these things that could be.

That blackhole won't solve anything,
Neither will exploding or imploding myself to wits ends.
So let me brief you just this once so listen good and listen well.

Like the lion, find your pack.
No matter how much the storms rain down ****, find a way to dispel.
Write these records, create a contraption to annoy the rains away.
But if there's nothing you can do, and trust me I know cause it's something we've all been through, go to shelter and let the damage be done.

Tomorrow we begin a new, and work around it with your crew, they may know what to do.
It's an experience we all handle.
It's a long life battle.

But at least we're not alone.
If you ever need to talk, comment me and we can handle it. This life is hard be we can beat it together.
Seanathon Jun 23
Tremendous pressure
    Between two trees
The pressures of autumn
    Which crinkles the fallen, forgotten, leaves
    And cry beneath our feet
As we grind them slowly back to the earth
    Unknowingly, she knows
    And drinks it all in
Like a summers mead
My head... good Lordy my head, just behind my eyes. /:
Tatiana Jun 8
I like your mind
but I don't like mine
It hurts me all the time.
A mind like mine makes migraines
last forever, never ending pains.
In my skull
they reverberate like ringing bells
chiming every hour
my own personal ****.
Your mind is pleasant,
warm.
The kind of mind that adorns
its walls with trinkets
that express lovely sentiments.
I adore your mind
and I'm glad it is not mine.
I would not wish this ****
on anyone I knew well.
But yet I will not tell you
that I can't think well.
I tried to take medicine
But I can't let myself in
as my head hurts so much.
I can't bear it!
I have not a grain of brain matter
left that actually matters
in regards to healing this pain.
I feel my energy drain
as it does its best to hide the strain
and fight my mind's migraine.
© Tatiana
I had a migraine a couple of days ago and for obvious reasons, I couldn't write about it then. But I can do so now, so here it is.
Migraine

Throbbing noises , neon lights
Please ! Go away
Smell of caffeine ,
It's being unendurable
Oh ! Aura stabbed me
Torment troubles somewhere around
I want the drug acetaminophen
Don't drill my cerebrum
Head is walking with nightmares
Monsters are advocate there
I need relief
Agony is so inconsiderate
Fire is in brain and flood in the eyes
ibuprofen ? Didn't work !
Headache is still over eye
Though attack is fixed for skull ,
I'm taking high dose aspirin
Now , I'm gonna sleep with migraine
And wake up with migraine .

©Smriti Ranabhat
How painfully a pain feels
Wellspring May 8
Pounding,
Throbbing,
Stinging pain.

It keeps punching,
Kicking,
At my brain.

I can't see out of my eye.
Not with this,
This solid grip.
Slowly tightening around it.

My vision is cut off,
My pain unbearable.
No one can help me from this deathlike grasp,
Because Migraine has a hold of me now.
Yup. I'm in pain. Ouch.
MrsFootePoems Mar 16
There's a cat living in my head
and he's redecorating.
Clawing at the sides of my skull,
tearing down the wall paper that was there.
But he doesn't seem fond of putting up something new,
just wants to leave the gouges so the pain can seep through.

He doesn't travel far.
To the back and then the front again,
but he never strays to the left.
He hugs the right wall of my head
like he'll die if he tries to leave
Just digging new trenches as he goes

When he feels really inspired
he gets a hammer and
BANG
BANG
BANG
new places that throb and throb for hours
never leaving me at peace
but he's happy with what he's created

I've been told there's a piece of metal I can get
to lock him out, keep him out, and throw away the key
some people say it worked for them and I'm just hoping
that it also works for me
I get migraines a lot. It *****. I have one right now and I'm also sick with a sinus thing so I'm just miserable
It starts out as a premonition, a looming and ominous hint.

The base of the neck feels stiff and foreign. You tilt your head, stretching as if trying to listen in to a far away noise that soon reveals itself as an oncoming train, strain. Eyes stare outward, grow a bit wider, you hate being right. It is coming.

The first strike is as sharp as you remember, hits you from the side, like a bitter wind, penetrates, resonates. The pain spreads. You're now certain something's spilled inside you. Your stomach agrees and ties a knot.

Time to hide from the light, eyelids heavy, eyes beneath tender. Deep breaths only enforce this reunion, minutes stretch. Knuckles outline the brows, hard, a placebo you tell yourself helps somehow. Hours grow.

Fractured messages now slam around inside this silent chamber where only you can hear yourself break. It's going to be a long night.
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