#misery poems on Hello Poetry

Maya Aug 2018

i feel like i am going to throw up.
***** anxiety
through the holes
moths made in my stomach.
we are going to die.
you can either
ignore it
or fear the day it happens.
no matter what,
it keeps coming.
death is an ocean
death is a desert
death is a city you can't
get
out
of.
death is lack of change.
maybe if i try
running around
like a chicken
post-guillotine
ill be able to avoid it.
or at the least
stop thinking about it
or anything really
for a while.

but
probably not.

#death #misery #insomnia #anxiety #depression #panicattack

Irina BBota Aug 2018

DISAPPEARING FROM THE NEST OF SORROW

Hello! ... It's me! How are you? How are you doing?
Do you think about me at night, when you sleep?
Are you listening to our favorite music while pursuing
To remember our sweet moments you want to keep?

I remember your dovelike face when you slept,
How I watched over you... you didn't even know...
How much I wanted to feel your protective wings, except
That they made my heart feel like floating feather in the snow.

I wonder if I disappeared from the nest of sorrow...
Would you find me in your soul, somewhere in a tiny corner?
Would you call me, or look for me in the coffee steam tomorrow?
At dawn or late at night, would you call me like a foreigner?

I wrote and rewrote a dozen letters to you in my mind
Surfing through my thoughts, causing me creeps...
Hoping for a peaceful and calm existence, as a blind
I looked in the mirror and it slapped my cheeks.

Then I woke up from dreaming with wide open eyes,
I was hoping in vain that fate would declare us admitted,
I knew I had a privileged place in the world's misery, full of lies,
Now I know... Life has something else destined for us. So, I submitted.

#disappearing #nestofsorrow #existence #fate #misery

sushii Aug 2018

see

And I see it.

I see it now.

I was right
I was right
I was right
I was right.

All my love

Was a lie.

#sadness #sorrow #pain #misery #agony #lies

sushii Aug 2018

why not her?

Thousands of miles away
Is the one who thinks of you everyday.

Day after day,
I am the one that causes her dismay.

“Goodnight, I love you.”
Is the thing I always say
But I don’t fall asleep,
Nor do I dream.

But I lay there
Lucky to love you
Without a care.

And what’s stopping you
From loving her
When she comes back?

When she dresses up nice and looks you in the eyes and says
“Can you be mine?”

What’s stopping you
From loving her
The way you did before?

What’s stopping you from leaving me

when she smiles beautifully?

#sadness #misery #struggle #romance #insecurity

sushii Aug 2018

bathroom

The glistening tile—
The shiny mirror.

The clear shower curtain—
The silver faucets.

The box of tissues—
The marble counter.

The bright lights—
The green rug.

The green rug
That my knees collapse onto.

The silver faucet
That releases the water
I splash my face with.

The box of tissues—
My only reliable friend.

The marble counter
That I slam my fists on top of.

The door that I lock—
The handle that remains unturned.

Please leave me here

In my place of eternal concern.

#sadness #misery #sorrow #breakdown

Marianna Aug 2018

Self

catastrophe
and misery
a pure soul shrouded in secrecy mystery
more unexplored than vast cosmic voids
half a lover
half a paranoid

#catastrophe #mystery #secrecy #misery #cosmic #voids #lover #paranoid #self #melancholy

amora Aug 2018

Three O'clock

Another day has passed by
The moon illuminates up high
Shining through the window's blinds
The cold wind begun to crawl behind

The crickets I hear made me unknot
Such a stressful day for a youth
A day of harrassment became so blunt
A part of me was lost like a missing tooth

I was intimidated by the fact
The truth that I was bullied by the society
Daggers of words are still intact
Cornering me in a room full of despondency

I let people disgust me
I let them misjudge my sincerity
I let the day becomes my misery
I let the day becomes the night of melancholy

Tick-tock-tick-tock
Here it comes, it's three o'clock
It's time for happiness until five
It's the moment of being alive

Finally, I have found peace
Where my heart is feeling glee
In a jocund room that I please
A room that has Him and me

It was then three o'clock;
where my soul peacefully lays
Wandering like a soft cloud
And the chirping of birds play
I thank God for being loved.

#three #misery #time #words #loved

matthew scott harris Aug 2018

Hiroshima n Nagasaki –

Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)

Robert Oppenheimer manned
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename

for a uranium gun-type atomic
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres above civilians
with15 kiloton blast yield reduced

400 year old city to dust
Colonel Paul Tibbets, the pilot/ bombardier
of the Enola Gay (the Boeing B-29 Superfortress
unleashing nuclear warfare
seventy three years ago today)

gives cause for this baby boomer to revisit
mentally, the annihilation,
extermination, incineration
the first of two storied Japanese enclaves

realizes how trifling my current bout
with mania paranoia, pneumonia
(from northern exposure)
contrasted with sinister malevolent

evil tower ushering
thermonuclear age epitomizing
coup de nada so graceful means
maximum military mutilation

though unwell, this inflammation poised
to be cured unlike subsequent
generations of victims
who survived atrocious, egregious, hellacious,

judicious slaughter can only
poorly be described
by this mortal with a curable
bacterial/viral infection

aghast at such wanton killing, moreso
via weapons of mass destruction
more devastatingly grisly than
those "experimental" bombs

loosed upon the innocent population,
whereby 75,000 people killed or fatally injured
with 65% of casualties nine years
of age and younger
whence offspring of survivors

evincing excess genetic anomalies
with fiery windy surface
temperatures topping 4,000C
upon terrain hallowed by ghastly
horrible deathly dominance
amidst shadow of a mushroom cloud.

#global #misery #radiated

Alexis Jul 2018

Addiction

Eyes wide open,
Body shaking.
Another day, another fix
To hold this pain in.
A smile on the outside
But inside I’m still broken.
I wake up each night
Breathless, choking.

Heartbreak, misery.
It’s the only thing familiar to me.
Rainbows and sunshine?
Sounds like another one of your lies.
Numbing the pain
With a pop of a pill.
Someone ask me how I’m doing,
I’m dying to spill.

Stuck in a hole
That I dig deeper and deeper.
I’m not gonna last
Someone call the Grim Reaper.
Loved ones calling
Throwing down rope,
But I keep falling
Down this slippery *****.

Just one more
And I’m ready to go.
I don’t know what reality is
I’m losing my soul.
I’m in love with the pain,
It hurts so good.
Should I take one more?
Maybe I should...

#addiction #anxiety #depression #lost #soul #broken #heartbreak #heartache #misery #pain