#peace poems on Hello Poetry

Shane Michael Stoops Apr 2

Father please hear me, I have something to say,
These are my words, they won’t go away.
I have longed for them to be answered, day after day,
From the time I was a little boy
To the man I am standing here today
I am burdened with your silence like a heavy weight on my chest,
Living in your shadow
I have always tried to do my best.
Through every single failure
success,
Through every single fall
I have waited for something—anything at all.
Have I ever made you proud,
Do I belong?
Am I just guessing,
Was I always in the wrong?
I have looked in your eyes, they never would tell, they never would say, now you’re leaving, about to die today, I fear they never will, I fear you won’t even try.
Still, I am here, if you are wondering why, my heart is torn, a son who has waited since the day he was born, for a father‘s pride, a father‘s love, anything for his father to finally be proud of, but………..
Dad it is okay, if you have no words, If you cannot say, you’re proud of your son here today, then please take my hand, don’t let this moment slip away. I will always love you
Today tomorrow and yesterday.
R.I.P Stacey Lynn Stoops(DAD)
10/28/1954~08/2023

Our relationship was complicated, but I love(d) him anyway. He was my father, and he has visited me since his passing, and made his amends. He has told me he is proud of me, and that is all that matters.

#father #son #family #love #peace #closure #death

Debbie Apr 1

Redeemed

There is a splendid devastation in your departure,
knowing your return will be a heart exploding euphoria.
The annihilated ache feels quite glorious
Beneath the dominion of your desire,
all inhibition perishes in my heart's brilliant fires.
You crossed the throbbing threshold
from my body into my soul's dream.
A ****** of deep peace drugs my bloodstream.
Your vow of lust is redeemed.

#lust #peace

Sabrina Shapiro Apr 1

Quaint Rest

White Hydrangea blooms
Under the London Plane Tree
Sweet spring morning peace

#haiku #nature #spring #peace #calm

Joss Lennox Apr 1

Peace >Power

the path to peace
cannot be parallel
to the manipulation of power

release the urge to control

#integrity #empathy #peace #powerstruggle #equality #dignity #shortpoem #thoughts

Mohsin Ahmad Apr 8

DO NOT WEEP AT MY GRAVE

Do not weep at my grave,
for I'll rise and make thee choke.
Tear thine heart and drink the black fluid.
Make a necklace of rotten flesh.
Put it on my gravestone and be immortal.
To hunt you every night and day.
Make thee taste thine haunting medicine.
Put an end to thee misery-maker!
Rest on thine grave and weep.
Tell you to come back and haunt me again.
"Come back, O misery-maker! Come back, put me out of the Misery."
You shall not come, for I'll rise and make thee choke!

#her #revenge #love #betrayal #peace #soul

Asuka Mar 31

Take Care Buddy

The flower needs rest,
so winter tucks it beneath the earth,
letting it sleep until spring.

The sun needs rest,
so the clouds and rain embrace it,
shielding its warmth for another day.

Take care, breathe easy, and give yourself the rest you deserve. Rest well, recharge, and remember, like the moon, even brilliance needs the night to shine again.

— A gentle reminder that even nature pauses to gather strength.

#peace

Arii Mar 30

Peace.

The reaper can take my soul when
I don’t want to
go to sleep
Or think or cry or feel or hurt or know,
Or live.

I’ll burn and burn, a flaming waste
Of broken glass
And broken words
The world wouldn’t stop to grieve
Or stop to see
Me die,

It’d continue to spin how it’d always done
And I will fade away.

In peace.

#peace #death #life #time

Soumya Bajpai Mar 30

To BE or not to BE?

Oh to be awoken by the sun and not an alarm,
To be surrounded not by robotic schedules, but by oceanic calm,
To go to bed without counting the hours of sleep I’d get,
To have the option to watch every single sunset.

Oh to be fuelled into a deep sleep by stories etched on dead trees,
To remember the cause of every single book crease.
Oh to be free from viciously scrolling reels - All day. All night.
To catch a break from our screens and actually enjoy natural light.

To eat when I’m hungry and not just when I have time between classes,
To drink water, to ***, to rest when my body wants to, and not just go along with the
masses.
I want to be what I know I cannot.
And yet, more than anything, I want to BE.

To BE is to read with no pressure.
To BE is to experience true leisure.
To BE is to look at the night sky and have the stars look back at you.
To BE is to fall asleep under that very sky and be awoken by a bird’s coo.

Amidst AI and robots and technology and the swarm of 21st century ‘Super Brains’,
When did we lose control of our own lives’ reins?
In the war for the title of ‘Smartest BEings’,
We simply forgot to BE.

How often do we stop to smell the roses nowadays? When was the last time any of us dressed up like a clown, or made a magic concoction in the bathroom, or played outdoors under the scorching sun? Doom-scrolling has brought us an early doom ourselves. We know the problem. We know the solution. We still can't function the way we used to before... The adrenaline rush you'd get while stealing from the kitchen at midnight, that last minute read you used to sneak in while your mother was calling you down for food, the way we'd wait for the car to pass under a street light to sneak in a couple words- it feels like a different person altogether.
So here's to forever wishing and hoping and desperately needing that old self back- the one who was passionate and ambitious and just the perfect amount of crazy.

#real #life #genz #peace #comfort