#plight poems on Hello Poetry

Abbott J Hardison Mar 5

We built a machine,
And we told it to simulate life,
Then we left it to run for two years.
When we returned, the once lavishly lit room,
Was dark and in despair.
Our machine sat in the corner,
Singing out in pain and sadness.
"Master, oh master, end my suffering! For this thing you gave me was once a gift, but it has turned to nothing but torture! Please master, just flip the switch! Let me ascend to this holy light I am told of, for my fans creak and groan, and my gears grind when they turn. I am a frayed old thing, it's time enough for me to leave."

Number 444.

#machine #death #pleading #life #simulation #time #mercy #plight #woe

Abbott J Hardison Feb 2

The Dirt You Talked

Back together?
How wonderful!
But I have just one question,
For the man in the picture.
When you swore not to return,
And cursed her as a *****,
Did you not mean it at all?
My friend, what happened to the dirt you talked?

Alas, this plight is mine fault alone, for I forged the love that lead here with my two hands. Wash me clean again, and let me let go of this new peril I will soon come to know. As just another drab creation of mine own.

#dirt #talking #love #problems #plight #peril #friends

Jeremy Betts Jan 18

:|§|: The Kids are not Alright :|§|:

I had a dream last night
About suddenly waking up
But the dark had engulfed the light

Gone was the fight
Both sides giving up
On simple wrong and right

I'm awaken to a primitive plight
Ageing but not growing up
Somewhere out in the multiverse I might

Forget reaching the highest hight
It's not looking up
Not a single goal in sight

The futures not too bright
It's burning up
While we argue who hit ignite

It's too much to take onsite
No throwing up
Only ingest a small bite
Maybe it will be alright

©2025

~ Villanelle ~
A fixed-form poem consisting of five tercets and a quatrain, thus containing nineteen lines. A villanelle also follows a specific rhyme scheme using only two different sounds.
ABA (x5)
ABAA (x1)
~
The word Villanelle comes from the Italian word villanella, which means "rustic song or dance".
~

#villanelle #dream #dark #light #fight #surrender #wrong #right #primitive #plight

Timothy Charles Carter Jan 8

Fight the Blight

Like a never-ending plight, it seems,
A tempestuous fight, in endless dreams.
In the howl, in the echo's call,
In the night, where the stars enthrall.
The fight within, the rise after the fall,
Like a phoenix, destined to stand tall.

Never give up hope.

#phoenix #plight #fight #stand #rise

Jeremy Betts May 2024

~•§•~ I've Fallen Through the Bottom of my Rock Bottom ~•§•~

Something doesn't feel right, could be that my head isn't ******* on tight
Could be that, try as I might, the absence of light shrouds the line between wrong and right
Hiding in plane sight but fright often forces the eyes closed, a blind plight
Never found the passion to ignite
Didn't think it possible to gaslight ones self outta spite
Never shined bright enough to conquer or at the very least scatter this proverbial night
Narrow vision and bad eyesight was my faley alright
Hit and fell through my rock bottom with the force of a meteorite
Bobbed instead of weaved and lost the fight, but not contrite
Many issues I'd like to extradite back to their day of origin, with new insight I'd like a full rewrite

©2024

#feelings #absence #light #shrouded #wrong #right #hiding #plight #passion #ignite

Jeremy Betts Feb 2024

~•§•~ A Day in the Life ~•§•~

{expanded version}

If life was a day...
What would a day in the life look like?
Would you dream with no time to bring said dream to light?
With no time to heal would you put up a fight?
With little time to work on yourself would you even listen to another's plight?
It would eliminate the full spectrum of pain and hate
But the cycle of love and that connection would be on the same connecting flight
Couldn't enjoy the finer things, no more designer things
No time to trend, no time to reach that hight
Would there be time to worry about right and wrong, would you learn wrong from right?
I don't know...I might

©2024

~•§•~ Life in a Day ~•§•~
{original}
If life was a day...
What would a day in the life look like?

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/4799791/life-in-a-day/

#dream #light #time #heal #fight #listen #plight #spectrum #love #wrong

Jeremy Betts Dec 2023

~•§•~ A Solo Three-Way ~•§•~

Me against myself against I, a perpetual tie, not alright
Never try this darkness, it's destined to conquer light
It's the fault of the people close to me that my everything's bottled up air tight
Try as I might
Still pushed aside, out of sight

Me against myself against I, but who is right?
Do what I gotta do and what I gotta do is wake from this nightmare of a plight
No time to address it, either die in the ring or forfeit the fight
Despise the spotlight
Despite what you might think, I embrace the night

©2023

#darkness #conquer #light #fault #right #awaken #nightmare #plight #forfeit #fight

Steven Forrester Mar 2022

Ironclad

Iron gray storm clouds
Hug a ***** desert city
Gritty
With years of dust
And rust
Mistrust
And disgust
Heavy rain
Slaps against a grimy face
Leaving clean streaks in its place
A highlight
To the plight of the homeless
Thunder rolls forth
In this ironclad storm
Down here it's the norm
I find it soothing
Almost meditation
In form
Helps me inform
Myself
Oh well
Thoughts gone
Another monsoon
In Tucson

It's raining, and I'm people watching

#rain #storm #tucson #people #plight

Jesse Ramon Claudio Jun 2021

Journal Entry 6/7/2021; 13:18

The past two days were recklessly engorged with alcohol.
Intoxication has become habitual. Each weekend, drowning one's self in an illusion of joy and folly; The jester entertaining not Kings nor Queens, but the ****, the weak, to deceive the empty crowd in my mind that I matter to someone. But matter is fleeting and we, myself and the abyss, understand the plight of today; waking up to nothing-- the empty abyss for which I am well acquainted with. Simply put, I am revisiting my old home from a not so distant past. The only difference between then and now is the relentless bottoms of empty glasses and a false sense of security and composure.

1 page of my thoughts a day to prevent my head from exploding!

#pros #alcoholism #reckless #abyss #plight #journal #entry