#pointless poems on Hello Poetry

Kurt Kanawa May 2014

march on the dunes of sand
but don't look at the stars;
walk through the endless land
but never count the hours;

do not shout at the wind:
when you are slashed and shoved,
remember that you have sinned
and do not deserve to be loved;

do not go with a friend
because your pride demands it;
let solitude be your end
as you make your lonely transit;

through the blazing day,
through the chilling night,
follow the invisible way
under the invisible light;

your eyes will fade grey,
your legs will grow weak,
but you shall not stray
and you shall not speak;

and when you find yourself
right where you were before,
just sigh and pat yourself
and go on marching once more...

humans naturally walk in circles, probably because of left/right foot dominance.

#life #rhyme #pointless

Michael Amery Apr 2014

What is the Point?

*** slave workers
Bent over stained beds
In forgotten brothels
Far from country and home
Have more joy than you
Or I.

Skeleton thin children
With skin stretched
Over illness bloated bellies
In poverty ridden streets
Under a relentless sun
And equally relentless culture
Kick a worn ball around
And feel more hope than you
Or I.

Flea ridden mutts
Runts of the brood
Feasting on garbage
Shying from the kicks
Of rotten teens
And sour drunks
Reciprocate more love
From the hand of a kind stranger
Than you
To I.

#broken #sad #doubt #depressed #relationship #tired #pointless #givingup #disenchanted

Akemi Apr 2014

shallowness

Bile grips the gasps of every self-centered ****
They spill the tar out of their hearts onto ****** pavement
Lifeless limbs descend hollowed rooms, to linger over dust
The passing passions left to die in fake laughs

4:20am, April 24th 2014

I feel so lifeless, purposeless, passionless.
I'm disgusted at myself for seeking solace in distractions, rather than passions.
How can anyone feel good chasing such pointless things? Are people really this shallow? Avoiding work, avoiding the majority of their life to be entertained at home? Avoiding conscious thought, repeating without reflecting, lingering in selfishness, ignorance?

I've barely been able to write poetry. I don't care for university anymore. I feel like I've only been talking to friends to put on a face, because it's what they expect. I just don't see the point in anything.
If I don't get out of this space, I don't know what will happen, but I'd rather die than live a shallow, miserable life.

#depression #passion #people #purpose #shallow #pointless #lifeless #distractions

felicia Apr 2014

Pointless

So I went out to an empty field
And screamed out your name to the sky
But the sun didn't seem
To have any desire to help me

So I flew to the moon
and I cried to the stars
But my wishing star is dead
There's nothing left but the ashes

So I ran a thousand miles
To reach out for you

But you left me

I shouted out your name
But you didn't care

Frankly, I secretly hope that you love me back

#love #broken #you #unrequited #pointless

Akemi Apr 2013

dead living eyes

You gather all this worth
Hoard it underneath
A thinning stretch of pale landscape
Sinking with every birth, retreat

No one visits, no one inhabits

Perpetual grey, another day
The blur between blinding white and black
That frightens all the children away
To upstair attics, ageless rests
Amongst damp death, worn life

What a monumental memory
Keepsakes we cannot relive (relieve)
What a monumental tragedy
Keepsakes we cannot forgive (forget)

We will all shrink
Head or heart or soul
Skin and frail bone
To earth, alone
We will all shrink
Head or heart or soul
Skin and frail bone
To earth, alone

No one visits, no one inhabits
Your memories

What is your memento?
What is your vice?
What keeps you stolen from the sleep at night?
What is your remembrance?
A better, worse time?
What keeps your heart set aside from life?

I know mine, I know mine
Her dead living eyes

11:45pm, April 10th 2013

Memories, opinions; actions and conscience.

Empty visits to long gone places.

Motivations lost.

I can't be the only one.
Dwelling on mistakes.
Long closed doors.
Rather than those open.
In the here.
The now.

Why am I so gone?

#self #alone #wrong #memory #being #opinions #mistakes #pointless #beliefs #keepsakes

Eazy Mar 2014

Disgust

I go through the days
Thinking about what makes me happy
But I sometimes realize
I don't want happiness
I don't desire assured satisfaction
I wish to feel human
To feel desolate
To feel my pain
To feel true life
A foundation of depression
A sense of isolation
To comfort my shell
Of what I used to be

#redundant #pointless

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