#struggles poems on Hello Poetry

Namita Anna Givi Jun 2018

I write

When the shell of my being
        No longer contain my emotion,
       I write

       For the strength to drink
       The bitter potion of life,
       I write.

      As the patrons scream
      My well being to me.
     I write.

      In the quest for dreams
      As fears descend like a thick fog,
     I write

    Even when these thoughts turn to ashes
    And the poet lies frail in me,
    I write.

#life #struggles #poet #write #anxiety

Teagan Bradley May 2018

School

Halls
Kids come roaring out of dark and light dungeons named “classroom;”
Kids scream and push each other out of fun or out of the fear of being late to class.
The halls go from a peaceful forest made of cement and carpet to the war zone of World War Two.
Teachers
They watch with the eye of a hawk never missing students face.
They become walls when running or going rebel from the dark side.
There is one chosen one, he keeps the hall safe his sword made with the dark wood of oak.
Lockers
The slam shut or burst open.
The student has to keep them clean, but some look like a hoarders closet;
Filled with trash and binders that have never seen the light of a florist LED school light.
School
The place where dreams are made and were tears are born;
A place where we come to have fun and come to suffer torture.
School the place we can never escape.

#school #struggles #oof

Tina RSH May 2018

Warfare and Peace

I asked God his majesty wether I was worthy of the breath
That comes and goes warranting no continuation
He asked what I would gain over a sudden death?
What dreams I yet had unfulfilled, What sleeps I had yet to sleep
To let the weary night beam in relief, and the day twirl
in the excitement of awaiting fortune, and to take a leap
toward the untamed sun, for a heap of mercy.
He knew all I had deprived my sight of, to flee like birds before a bear.
For life in all its solace is no forebearing, but erupts in discourtesy.
So I embraced an eye and kept weeping
for the breath in my lungs was worth keeping.

#life #death #suicide #depression #hope #struggles #god #despair #sad #mystic

Middy May 2018

What are you looking at, kid?

What are you looking at young child?
The two boys kissing over there?
It's fine. I promise. Love is love!
And the two girls holding hands?
That's ok too. Love is love after all.
No need to argue.
What are you looking at, kid?
The single dad with children of his own?
Smiling at their father as does other children?
He does his best, he works hard and never wants to let them down
He's a good dad in my opinion.
Yes, a very handsome one too.
What are you looking at?
The mother who tries to make her child smile?
Oh the child! I see he's wearing pink.
And is that eye shadow? Oh she did it well, his mum did.
Oh and her daughter! Oh she looks cute in blue jeans.
And I love that blue shirt on her.
Oh those two! The ones who like rock music
Wear leather jackets, spikes, tattoos, piercings and black
Yet they're the kindest couple on earth.
Is all this bothering you child?
You shouldn't need to worry. They're all good people, all very nice.
They're all human inside.
Give them a smile dear!
That's it.

THIS IS WHAT I WANT FOR THE FUTURE
PEOPLE DARING TO STAND OUT

#lgbt #loveislove #struggles #life #transgender #genderroles

Chloe May 2018

Depression Is...

Like an old friend inviting you to come inside.
Familiar. Comforting.
It will grasp you in its arms and hold you close;
And when you're ready to leave, it wont let you go.
You will beg and plead to be happy,
and it will put up a fight.
It will make you think that the only way to escape it is to take your own life.
If you are lucky, you can break free;
and it will sit and watch you from afar.
Calling your name.
Welcoming you back into it's arms.
It will intrude your thoughts.
Make you think you are worthless.
That you're better off dead.
Just keep telling yourself that it's all in your head.
Keep moving. You will get far.
Depression is not who you are.

DISCLAIMER: This is only from my personal point of view and how my battle with depression has been. Even though I am trying to recover, the battle gets very difficult for me sometimes and I have to remind myself that I am not my mental illness. My mental illness does not define me.

#depression #mental #illness #bipolar #bpd #recovery #struggles

Leigh Jacobson May 2018

It was

A song, a photo a familiar smell
takes me on a trip along the trails
of my memories that
are a blink in time.

The good and the tough times,
mingled together in a harmony
that forever plays in my mind.

I am content.

Looking back at struggles and pain: The bad times usually get so much more attention than the good.

#memories #content #struggles #pain #time #past

Solus Apr 2018

It was one of those days

It was one of those days,
when words flowed out of me like rivers.
It was one of those days,
when I felt the only thing holding me back from flying was gravity.
It was one of those days,
when I felt so innately unstoppable, I acted too brave.
It was one of those days,
When each moment was better than the last,
and every choice that could be regretted would be made.
For who thinks of consequences when the night is young,
Only when the day fades and a new one begins
do we think back and say,
"Oh, it was one of those days."

We all have those days when we are just emotionally messed up and have to forgive and forget and move on with our life.

#struggles #regrets #days #teenage #life