#selfishness poems on Hello Poetry

Hannah Christina Aug 2018

There's a reason why I'm doing this
Somewhere, somehow
I set off with a passion and a purpose
That seems so long ago.
I decided it was worth it, not to wither into a selfish nothing
To surge on, keep on grappling
but I've almost had enough
and I'm
just
so
tired
.
When will I find the spark again?
I have some faith that
an ember of the passion I lost
still exists
somewhere between my lungs and beneath my ribs
Can my faith be ever enough?
May I find out.

I found out they the name of the place the heart is located is a " thoracic compartment called the mediastinum" but decided using that phrase would have been a bit much to use here.

Maybe another day.

#confessional #passion #tired #selfishness #spark #fire #dying

Bexis Aug 2018

Words, no way

You took my right to speak.
Pulled the words out of my mouth.
Every sentence overflow with your sound.
I whisper instead.
Still yet, you interject.
Now there is no point.
For you will always find a way.
So sweet are the days you are away.
For no one's words are drowned out.
We all hear each other just fine.
Until you start to speak and we roll our eyes.
You will never hear our sighs.

#talking #work #coworker #relationship #selfishness #ignorant #narcissist

Steve m sawyer Aug 2018

Human demise

We were given a beautiful world to call home,
A natural wonder,
we were once free to roam ,
Amazing landscapes and animals to look at in awe,
Until selfishness and greed,
was planted into our core,
Money was invented,
Which divided the rich and the poor,
Power obsessed tyrants, creating mayhem and war,

We couldn't unite,
Because of race colour and creed,
Even though red,
is the same blood that we bleed
Not willing to except each other's beliefs,

So now the pendulum swings,
And we prepare for our last sunrise,
I say these words with a tear in my eye,
It's sad but no surprise,
We created our own human demise. !!

#humanity #greed #selfishness

Brent Kincaid Aug 2018

WHAT LOVE IS

Love is not just about you
And surely not just about me.
Love never exists anywhere
Unless we’re both free.
It cannot be a prison
Where one holds the key.
Love is not just about you
And surely not just about me.

Love is never selfish
If so, it’s something different.
It may be lust or desire
But it is some other sentiment.
You might wish it to be love
But if it’s all about what you meant
Then it is something besides love
Caanot stand as its equivalent.

If you love someone you wish
They get all that is good for them.
You say prayers for their life
And then you say amen.
Because you wish them to have
All the joy there ever has been,
And when they get that, you wish
That it will happen once again.

So, how can it be love if you
Wish only what you may need?
How can it be love if it is
All about your own sense of greed?
Love is not just about you
And surely not just about me.
Love never exists anywhere
Unless we’re both free.

#love #lust #generosity #greed #selfishness #selflessness #poetry #kincaid

just survive somehow Jul 2018

to you.

should i be selfish or should i not?
i want to stay as someone whom you knew i was.
the someone who understands you in every way.
i want to stay as the someone whom you already opened up to just on the first day we met.
i want to stay as someone whom you could trust and depend on, even though i cannot depend on myself.

i want to be understanding, i really do.
but i don't even know who is speaking to me anymore. is it the angel or the devil?
this voice keeps telling me to be selfish. my greed is swallowing me whole and i don't know how to fight it.
it keeps telling me that:

i want to be someone more than understanding to you.
i want to be someone to tell you good nights and sweet dreams.
i want to be someone who hugs you every time you feel the world's closing up on you.
i want to be someone whom you'll let kiss your scars and all your expressions of art.

i want to be someone whom you'll let to have you just the way you are.
i want to be someone closer to you than anyone else.
i want to be someone who sees you during your lows so I can bring you back up to your highs.
i want to be someone who showers you all the love and care you deserve because **** it you deserve eveything good in this world.

i want to be someone who will always be there by your side during the days you feel lonely and when you feel like darkness is swallowing you whole.
i want to be someone who's like a glue to you that will let you put together the broken pieces of who you once were.
i want to be someone you'll hurt because I know you are worth hurting myself for.
i want to be someone who'll cry over you because i know you are worth every drop of my tears.

i want to be someone who tells you you are enough. you are even more than enough, with all your scars and everything you hate about yourself, you. are. enough.
i want to be someone who makes you realize that you, for ****'s sake my dear you you you, of all people in this world, deserve to be happy in this cruel life we live in and that you can be loved with all your scars and painful moments.
i want to be someone whom you'll let love you through each time that passes.
i want to be your everything.

but for ****'s sake that is too arrogant and selfish of me.
my heart is telling me that if i let you go, you will be the best thing i never had.
and yet, my conscience is telling me i'll just end up breaking you even more than you already are that's why i have to let you go.

so tell me, should i be understanding or should i be selfish?

can't do anything but let everything out or else i'll lose my mind.

#selfishness #greed #sorry

Daniel J Weller Jul 2018

View from Oxford Street

Pinprick morning eyes
See
Through blurry
Films;

            A rough sleeper/panhandling hopeful, wide awake, wishing a good morning — in my pocket, a toehold on Everest's side;
            A second (a girl), she's taught her dog to hold The Big Issue in between its yellow-black teeth;
            A scattering of people staring, smiling (at the pet)—"look, look"—"isn't it cute"—"bless"—;
            A flat expression, dead eyes (the girl's), she's ******* a selection of cuts on her arm, invisible;
            A tragic scene, in the shadow of London's limestone Everests.

But the toehold leaves
Selfishly
In my rushing, full
Pocket.

Oxford Street, London, July 2018

As part of 'View from...', a collection of observational poetic experiments, whereby I allow myself five minutes to finish a poem regarding my surroundings at that time.

#london #homelessness #depression #selfharm #selfishness #observational

Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018

Questions (Part 7)

Do you still love me like you once did?
Im starting to feel like you don't.
Where did those feelings fly off to?
I want to change for you but I won't.

Am I able to turn around and avoid a collision?
If not we will be left with more careless aches.
Is there enough courage inside these bones to be better?
Still making the same stupid mistakes.

Are you tired of my selfishness yet?
I can tell you are by the tightness in your jaw.
Didn't I warn you to stay far away?
It seems my ice is too thick to completely thaw.

I was right

#down #blue #love #questions #tired #selfishness #tightness #jaw #wsrn

Jungdok Jul 2018

Horribility

Selfishness
is
a
disease
that
people
chose
not
to
cure

Would it hurt to help other people?

#selfishness