#struggle poems on Hello Poetry

Abel Dec 2024

Doubt

Are you okay?
For another day?
Another fight?
Another flight?

Can you make it through?
Even though,
You are you.

#mind #struggle #doubt #self

Abel Dec 2024

Eat.

I cannot eat this.
Eat.
If I would, I´d feel like puking.
Eat.
I don´t like the texture, or the taste.
Eat.
I am not even feeling hungry. Not that I ever do.
Eat.
I don´t like the color and form.
Eat.
It is mushy and weird.
Eat.
The thought alone makes me sick.
Eat.
I do not want to eat this.
Eat.
I will feel sick.
Eat.
I cannot eat this.
Eat.

Felt like writing about my relationship with food I guess.

#food #struggle #dismissal

Abel Dec 2024

Disappearing dream

Did you disappear into words?
I did and I can
Tell you
It is great.

To not be anymore.
To be
Without a soul
Without a body.

I like being a part of
Words
The void
The abyss
The dark
The emptiness
The nothing

To be without mind and worry
Is my endless dream.

Experimental text.

#words #writing #dream #disappearing #body #struggle #experimental

Abel Dec 2024

All my lifes

On the first day, I was born into a wrong body.
On the second day, I turned into a mirrored copy.

On the third day, I pushed everyone away.
On the fourth day, begged anyone to stay.

On the fifth day, I cried on my own.
On the sixth day, I was completely alone.

On the seventh day, I found myself,
But at that point, I was only a living shell.

Quick poem after a difficult day that popped up in my brain.

#loneliness #sadness #dysphoria #life #struggle #body

dead poet Dec 2024

tomorrow, i must lie again.

i’ve done it again -
i know not why.
with tethered wings,
i sought to fly:
my feathers dye crimson
in the grips of disquiet;
a sworn enemy now,
though once an ally.

i fight the urge
to be myself.
yet, sometimes -
i get overwhelmed
by a sense of futility,
so strong, and lovely;
i’d trade the world for,
and all its wealth.

i hurdle through life
with a beacon un-flamed -
a blackbird through seasons,
with a spirit untamed.
i urge for someone to
light the torch,
so i may sew - the
verses i maimed.

and though i’m weary -
but not for worse;
i must prepare to die again.
tonight, i chase the truth -
for tomorrow -
i must lie again.

#lies #misery #struggle #pain #truth #futility #resilience #healing #poetrycommunity #selfdiscovery

Abel Dec 2024

Finsternis

Zu viel Finsternis in einem dunklen Kern.
Es ist nicht so einfach.
Nicht so schwierig, leicht, schwer.

Nicht verschwinden.
Du willst nicht verschwinden.
Du darfst nicht verschwinden.
Ich darf nicht verschwinden.

Niemandsgesicht, Niemandsgesicht
Du hast es oder siehst es nicht.

Eis zu brechen. Eis zu sprechen.
Das Wort ist Eis in deinem Mund.
Es liegt wie Eis in meinem Ohr.

Translation:
Too much darkness in a black core.
It´s not that easy.
Not so hard, light, heavy.

Don´t disappear.
You don´t want to disappear.
You must not disappear.
I must not disappear.

Nobodyface, nobodyface,
You have it or you don´t see it.

Breaking ice. Speaking ice.
The word is ice in your mouth.
It is ice in my ear.

An experimental text

#translation #darkness #nobody #invisible #disappearing #struggle #ice #german #deutsch #finsternis

Zelda Dec 2024

Breathing

Broken bones,
The holes in my shoes.
Broken arrows,
The holes in my soles.

But still,
I keep writing the code—
Not very well,
But still I
Keep
Breathing.

Oh, oh, oh,
I keep
Breathing.

How?
I don't know.
But—
Oh—
I keep
Breathing.
(Breathing)

Broken bones hurt.
Broken arrows can't protect nothing.
But I swallow,
And I keep writing the ****** code.

Oh,
I keep breathing.
Breathing.

This ain't ****. Just a lot of emotions. Dec 13, 2024

#breathing #code #pain #endure #resilience #struggle #failing

dead poet Dec 2024

the mind lays bare

i feign to say
what i cannot share.
bite my tongue
like i do not care.
the demons draw blood,
as i beg for air.
here comes a verse…
i did not prepare.

sullied by half-truths,
the mind lays bare -
to a world of treachery;
governed by distant affairs.
i cannot be a saint,
though i have some
good to spare;
they fuel my incense, as i -
say my morning prayers.

look around -
they’re everywhere.
the sinners crawl from
the devil’s lair;
and though i resist,
i must follow:
how’s that even fair?
**** it -
i’ll end it here.

#brokenverses #rhymescheme #meters #poetry #darkness #introspection #struggle #truth #existence

dead poet Dec 2024

after a while

a thousand miseries,
and countless trials.
****** footprints tracking bygone miles.
for all the times you traded a smile;
it’ll all be worth it,
after a while.

spend some time with the guy in the mirror
you both have come a long way together
sure, he’s got a different hairstyle;
give it time - it grows on you,
after a while.

find a way to live through the pain -
like you’re on a burning train,
headed for The Elysian Fields,
where psalms of valor forever reign.

soon, you’ll be on the other side:
grateful for the moment you died,
so you could feast with the Gods,
if only for a while -
then back to grind,
after a while.

#motivationalpoetry #resilience #journey #struggle #selfreflection #growth #rhymescheme #motivation #innerstrength #poetry

Sia Harms Dec 2024

daily struggle

Hit the mat, hit the gravel,
Fall on your face, get up
Again and again; you’re
Bleeding and torn, your
Hair falls around crooked
Shoulders, and you shake
As you stand there—where
Has the enemy gone? You
Look at your fists and only
See shards of glass—looking
Up, you meet your own eyes.  
Mirrors huddle all around,
Broken and crying blood,
But you could have sworn
That they were real people,
That your fist had connected
With a human jaw, and as
You watch, the mirrors repair
Themselves like a jagged
Smile; and you know that
its time to fight again.

How does anyone stand anymore?

#struggle