#support poems on Hello Poetry

Michael Stefan Feb 2020

In nature, beauty and strength coalesce
In nature, only the strong survive
In nature, strength determines life's longevity
Be strong I think, as I open my front door

Sometimes, we all need a little pep-talk.

#strong #mantra #fear #greatbigworld #support #yougotthis

Michael Stefan Feb 2020

No End to the Line

I've contemplated it, wrote it, pondered it
Cried out for it, and attempted it you see

I keep all my ropes now in the garage
There they are of greater use to me

I moved the radio from the bathroom
I now prefer classic melodies

I put my razors behind the mirror
I'm gonna let my hair get shaggy

And all my pills went down the toilet
And there they can't bother me

I used to lock away these horrid thoughts
But to heal I must set them free

I won't lie and say the thought doesn't still come
Like a quiet thief in the night with a loaded gun
There will always be this darkest part of me
But now I try to share my thoughts in forms of poetry

And I hope there is no end to the line for us

Not much I wanna say about this. I figure you guys get the point.

#life #hope #support #friends #suicideprevention #seesomethingsaysomething #care #askforhelp #poetry #bekind

Michael Stefan Feb 2020

Bent

You never did enough to break me
But you left me a little bent

Like a square peg put to a round hole
A chair with one leg just too short
Or a peach with just one bruise

Like tangled fishing line
A trash can lid that won't close right
Or a chipped rim coffee cup

Like a calendar from last year
A fluorescent bulb that's flickering
Or a screen door in a windstorm

You never left me broken
But I still wish I wasn't bent

Just a little monologue about adversity in relationships.

#love #rejection #breakup #heartbreak #adversity #life #wounds #support

Michael Stefan Feb 2020

Burden

Heavy is the head that wears the crown
But what of us with no such responsibility?
Why then does my head still droop?
And weariness besiege me

#responsibility #life #hardship #support

Kitt Feb 2020

Whatever is True

“Whatever is true,” she said,
“I want better for you.”

What’s true is that I am alone in my fight
The darkness that swallows the light
For whatever is true, dear Mother
Is your baby was hurt by another

What’s true is that I stand alone
Cowering before the Wicked One’s throne
For whatever is true, Father dear
Is your little girl was stolen from here

What’s true is that I’m losing my mind
Every step pushes me further behind
For whatever is true, dear Friend
Is that I am drawing near to my end

#truth #lie #believe #depression #support #friend #family

Michael Stefan Feb 2020

Swashbuckler

Heave **! Your cry astounds
Flummoxing your enemies ashore
Debonaire you brandish pistol and sword
Cutting down resistant scallywags

Thy treasure shall be mine!
You dash haphazardly between slashes
Excitement and *** course through
Fueling you to victory

Imposing is thy stance!
Booted foot on stack of cannon *****
Actioned-packed adventure
As you reave and raid the seas

Your adventure keeps me alert
But my ship's an iron beast of land
I think of daring combat
And your exploits give me hope

I load my rifle in hot anticipation
Prepared to write my own adventure
The giant steel hatch lowers
And hot iron rips through me

My adventure ends prematurely
My *** is without excitement and masks pain
A hospital bed now serves as my galleon
Your book by my bedside, untouched

This poem was inspired by 3 months of laying in a hospital, as I had major surgery on my back, kidney, shoulder. It was a terrible experience that I would never want anyone to share. I remember being so ******* reading books about glamour and adventure. Rarely does adventure leave you without scars and war is far from glamourous. War is hell.

#veteran #recovery #support #supportsystem #war #combat #care

Michael Stefan Feb 2020

Cassius Bartholomew

Cassius Bartholomew, a dapper gentleman
Oh, two-toned fuzzy suit, and smile so genuine
Regarding his tough muscles, a good workout regimen
Gracious with affection, his love is never tentative
I greatly love that Cash, so I write these sentences

Cassius is a cuddle monster who snuggles day or night
Oh, that Cashboy is such a manly man despite his tiny height
Ruggedly running through rolling hills, superlative delight
Gusto! Cash's cry of joy when his name you cite
I hope you understand by now, Cash's character's airtight

Cassius is a Corgi, a big-eared loaf of bread from end to end
Cashboy is the best of dogs
He's truly man's best friend

So yeah, I have owned Corgis for a long time. Cash is my male Corgi and he is constantly filled with pleasure being around people, roughhousing with his mate Lucy, and will park himself directly on your lap for hours trying to soak up some love. For being such a large part of my life, he deserved a poem. I also used the lines as an acrostic poem to spell out C-O-R-G-I twice.

#dogs #mansbestfriend #playful #sweet #support

Gray Dawson Feb 2020

"I Just Sit Here"

Sitting here
With you
Might not be
The best thing I can do

I sit here
And scream
And you listen
And breathe

#anxiety #help #breathe #depression #dark #raw #emotional #hope #light #support

Michael Stefan Feb 2020

[vagabond]

I live every day in a self-inflicted wound
With self-destructive tendencies, my insides are festooned
I fill my lungs with nicotine to keep me calm
Adderal to keep me going as the day drags on
Alcohol to slow my breath and make me smile
Caffeinated beverages push me through each mile
Streaming television at all hours, night or day
To forcibly make vicious thoughts of self-loathing go away
Painkillers are administered every night for sleep
Behavioral modification so crazy thoughts won't make a peep
I drank, I smoked, consumed, and used
Altered, Changed, Rewired, Abused
Danced in the streets, a wistful fool
Clearly a vagabond, with pharmaceutical tools
     Can't I stop?
Dance for us you idiot, give us delight
     Why can't I stop?
Stand up like the stupid puppet you do each night
     I'll stop!
Make merry like the fiend you are
     ...and it stopped
With the screeching brakes, horrible crash, and flipping of a car

Oh for a poor vagabond like me
My only drug now is the long road of recovery

I hope that everyone out there struggling with addiction gets the help they need. I know how horribly hard it is and how terrible every undercurrent of our lives feel. I struggled with addiction following several deaths in combat and a long hard battle with PTSD. I wish all of you the best of luck and hope you are able to share your experiences to help those that follow in our footsteps get the help they need. Much love to all of you.

#addiction #recovery #help #onedayatatime #support #sorrow