#poetry poems on Hello Poetry

lisagrace Jul 21

I promise you,
Doom and gloom
Isn't all my poetry brings
I just have so much to say -
So let me sing!
I know they're long,
Mayhaps laborious
I like to use big words
Like noctilucence
But give them a read,
If you please
I'm no tease
My poems -
You just need to
Let them breathe
.....
🍒
Pretty please?

#poetry #writing #poetess #meta #selfaware #poetryaboutpoetry #readmywork #language #cheekybitch

Norbert Tasev Jul 21

INTERRUPTED CONNECTION-VEINS

No matter how much he tried to free himself, - he rather tolerated his slavery, he did not stand it, he did not even beat himself up with superior, scheming powers for it - perhaps he really does not want to be freed for good; he will be a shackled slave for his entire life. No matter how much he wanted to be free, the coronary veins wrapped around his sick, yet sensitive, beating heart like a murderous hog, no matter how much he tried to free himself; the paramedic was repeatedly delayed for thirty quarrelsome minutes.

No matter how much he tried to free himself, his One-Beloved preferred the diminishing goods of materialism; the temporary luxury lifestyle - no matter how much he tried to cooperate with logically constructed reasons - this ragged life was too much for a true Angelic miracle. In vain he tried to free himself from the underworld depths of placenta pits, he felt and knew: something was not and could not be right in this big World, where the calculating strong always crushes the weak, stricken with defenseless orphanhood.

In vain he tried to free himself from the majestic, prestigious university, because of his excessive education and humanistic attitude, he was advised against it, just so that he would not have to get a diploma cuma sum laude. In vain he tried to get a job in the painful interviews that increased hemorrhoidal spasms, he could hardly get a paid job.

No matter how much he tried to free himself with human-smelling, melodious handshakes and convincing promises, he was immediately ******* in a knot, like the convicts suffering from innocence, no matter how much he tried to finally escape this unfair, vile, compromising earthly existence, the secret Morse echo effect symbolizing the connection was forever cut off halfway between the railway tracks!

#poetry #poem #free #verse #literature #lyre #life #social

lisagrace Jul 20

Sussurus

She stands, it calls her
From the cold and damp, stale air
These walls - a cage now
Orange flowers a scatter
Past the plethora
To the quiet green, she moves
Shadowed sussurus
Of leaves, root and soil afoot
They whisper. She stops,
And settles into the grass
Her eyes, blinking slow
Cool gusts move
through her fingers

Softly, she exhales
She didn't know she'd withheld
That breath -
Now a tear

A poem about escaping what’s heavy and letting the earth hold some of it for you.
Sometimes healing starts with a whisper through the trees—and a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

#poetry #healing #nature #forest #grief #quiet #stillness #susurrus #softness #emotionalrelease

lisagrace Jul 20

4. Inheritance

I stare at my feet
My home where I should be
Magic is dead here
Alagaësia calls me
I speak in the ancient tongue

The fourth and final poem in my Inheritance Cycle-inspired tanka series.
A quiet return to what still calls me—magic, language, and the self I thought I’d lost.
If you’ve read any part of this journey, thank you. It means more than you know.

– Lisa 🐉

#tanka #poetry #inheritancecycle #eragon #alagaesia #magic #reclamation #fantasy #finalpoem #ancientlanguage

Neha Srivastava Jul 20

Grief

A strange thing about grief —
It never truly dissolves in the rains of joy.
At times, it only blurs,
Eclipsed by the shadow of a darker grief...

#grief #poetry #poems #life #hope

Sophia Jul 20

The Pillars

The pillars crumble and
the walls crack but
I don't just watch it fall
I don't just do nothing at all

I grab my sledgehammer and
I try to swing but
a hand reached out
a voice tried to shout

The nonexistent sirens and
the deafening loud noise but
I don't hear a single thing
I only know a single ring

I look back and
I no longer see a person but
a shadow I knew
a memory that's no longer true

#mentalhealth #poetry #struggles

lisagrace Jul 20

3. Departure

The ink fades to beige
A voice pulls me from the page
But the boughs and hills remain
Desperately, I muster
My eyes, alight—brisingr

The third poem in my four-part tanka series inspired by The Inheritance Cycle.
That moment when you're pulled back to reality, but part of you still lingers in the story.
The magic stays with you—even after the book closes.

#tanka #poetry #inheritancecycle #eragon #reading #bookmagic #escapism #fantasy #alagaesia #brisingr

Hailey Jul 20

The slowest and painful kind of hurt

You didn’t break me
in one cruel moment.
You broke me in inches—
quietly,
casually,
like it didn’t even matter.

You didn’t raise your voice,
but your absence screamed.
You didn’t slam doors,
but the silence between us
cracked every wall
I built to survive this.

You made me beg
without using words.
Made me starve
in a kitchen full of food.
I was never hungry—
just aching
for something I couldn’t name,
because “being loved”
felt like asking too much.

I watched you
give your attention
to everyone else—
your job,
your hobbies,
your scrolling thumb.
And I sat across from you
with a heart wide open,
unseen,
untouched,
unwanted.

I whispered my pain
in small, careful doses,
hoping you’d meet me halfway—
but you blinked through me
like I was static
on a screen you didn’t bother fixing.

I cried in the shower
so you wouldn’t hear.
I learned how to fall asleep
without goodnight kisses.
I taught myself
how to be okay
with a kind of loneliness
you only feel
when someone is right there
but already gone.

I became a ghost in my own home—
haunting the kitchen
where I cooked for someone
who never asked how I was,
laying in bed
beside someone
who hadn’t touched me
with intention in years.

You didn’t cheat.
You didn’t lie.
You just slowly stopped showing up
in all the ways that count.

And that,
my love,
is the slowest,
cruelest
kind of hurt.

#marriage #divorce #heartbreak #hurt #sadness #love #poetry

Hailey Jul 20

Echos

I’ve realized that the loneliest place is not the bed,
It’s the echos inside my head.

#thoughts #memories #empty #lonely #thinking #heartbreak #sadness #grief #poetry

Hailey Jul 20

I was never the problem, you were.

Dear mom,
I’m a mother myself now.
A mother to a little boy and girl,
and both of them are just like me,
and everyday they remind me
that I was never the problem.
As your daughter I forgive you, but
as a parent I will never understand.

-I am breaking the cycle

#mothers #mom #trauma #family #heartbreak #enough #poetry #sad #relief #movingon