#pillow poems on Hello Poetry

Joyce Jul 2019

the number of pillows in my bed
is the number of worries in my head
i have also a pillow
that never leaves my bed
tucked beside my heart
reserved for you

#pillow #sleep #bed #worries #love

Shea Jun 2019

Smells of a Pillow

A family friend recently
Gave me a Pillow
That I thought was so comfy.
She said "Please get this **** thing
Off my couch."
And I proudly accepted.
I brought it home, cuddled
Put my face to it's round corner
And breathed.
The smell this pillow Gave wasn't too Familiar, no.
It smelled like family movie nights,
Eating at dinner tables.
It smelled like missing a sibling,
But knowing they'll be home when you get there.
It smelled like affection from a tired mother, And falling asleep on her chest.
The smell, not so familiar
Sent me chills
Because the round corners smelled like Everything I crave.
The soft, tender touch of a hand,
And knowing it's not of judging intent.
The smells upon this pillow
Reminding me that
I don't have a way to satisfy my
Craving.

I am currently cuddling a shirt of someone's I love. I am very sad.

#pillow #poetry #bad #poem #jaded #sad

Wanderer Jun 2019

Pillow Talk

Everytime I lay my head upon my pillow
I am reminded of your smell
The sweet scent that brought me much comfort
It lingers as though you are still there
Pulling me close to you
As we drift into dreams

Version 2: A ***** pillow case, I don't want to wash

When I lay my head upon my pillow
I swear I can smell you
the manly but sweet smell
that has always brought me comfort
but I can't tell if my pillow case is holding onto your scent
or if sleeping reminds me so much of you
that my brain makes it up

#pillow #sleep #him #sweet #cute #love

Madison Greene Jun 2019

Untitled

people see what they want to see
and maybe it’s a weakness you’ve grown out of
maybe it’s a past you’ve shed like second skin
people will hold on to things you’ve let go of
so you’ve got to love yourself
enough to make up for the ones who spite you
enough to tell yourself you’ve done a good job
when your head hits the pillow at night
people will say things intended to cut you and leave you with open wounds
you are not the mistakes you’ve made-
do not let them convince you otherwise

#past #weak #skin #love #spite #good #pillow #cut #wounds #mistake

maria Jun 2019

Party of sadness, welcome

Rocks in my apartment,
I don't clean.

You see, the fluffy pillows
host a party tonight,
seems like all my enemies
are invite.
There's blood in the floor, indeed.

Music captures the shaky windows,
curtains dancing in the backround,
tragedy hits the door
right from the shadows.

I don't want to be here.
Listening is painfull,
watching gets knives in my lungs,
the guests are laughing on me.
Anxiety says hi.

The house shouts "Welcome",
please,
I only need sadness for my art.

Sometimes sadness just knock the door out of nowhere and you just can't bagged it out or you don't want to, sometimes it's the same thing.

written on June 9, 2019

#anxiety #sadness #sad #party #welcome #pain #lost #lungs #pillow #tonight

Vivek Gupta May 2019

Night Life!

Sleeping after sunrise!
Living in the night!
I know it's not wise!
But you hate to play in light!
Madness in the head!
Songs playing on low!
Jumping on your bed!
When are we gonna grow!
In the cold night, in the warm fight!
We promise to hold on to each other tight!
We won't drift apart or at least we'll try!
We end in a misery Eventually and we cry!

-Vivek!

#nightlife #love #pillow #sad #heartbreak

Star BG Apr 2019

Ode To Lost Love

I stood below full moon
knowing what was in store.
Knowing I would again,
be thrown into a healing mode drama.

The room was hot
with no summer breeze
when head hit pillow.

When deep wounds of past
engaged my consciousness
and I was faced with pain.

It was 3 months since you left.
Since your blue eyes became a memory
etched in mind.

It was just 12 weeks ago
that I entered my car
to greet you in airports lear.
and found self teary eyed and lost.

Learned your car on route
spun uncontrollably
to enter you into deaths realm.

Now I greet you in my dreams,
as pillow dampens again.

As linen becomes like wash towel
inside puddles of dampness
while I pour pain and sadness into puffy cushion

Hopefully healing of heart
will be complete soon
so I can live as free soul void of
painful lifetimes.

A time I can think of you
my Curtis sweet
as the gift you were
without tears.

Dedicated to MACK a grand poet that never ceases to inspire. And of course little Curtis my soul mate forever

#tears #lover #pillow