#surviving poems on Hello Poetry

Yusof Asnan Aug 2018

Her eyes speak of
sorrow which no
words could
describe,
Her lips pursed
trying to keep
her mind from
speaking.
Constantly
thinking just
when she should
say enough.
But she kept
holding on,
Surviving another
moment.

-HIY

#yusofasnan #hiy #thoughts #she #silencing #speaking #surviving

Asiah Mangham Aug 2018

Perspective

A Hopeless Romantic.
Loving the sight and sound of "love" but not quite loving the emotion of love.
Romance has nothing on the art of swaying a heart.
Hopelessly losing love or Hopelessly surviving.
Hopelessly finding love or Hopelessly rewinding.
When you're Hopelessly Romancing it isn't the dwelling sight of Romance
But,
simply its Perspective.

Do you know what love feels like?

#romance #perspective #hoplessly #surviving

Sanjali Aug 2018

16

-Supposed To Survive-

I cannot understand
If I am weak or patient,
I cannot understand
What I should think.
Is it okay if I let life play
Or do I fight with all my will?

Wise people would say
'There’s a time for each way',
But how am I, the unwise,
Supposed to decide?
How am I, the fool,
Supposed to survive?

Sometimes my life seems to be wrapped around these lines.

#confusion #paths #thinking #fighting #unwise #fool #surviving

Jean Aug 2018

Surviving Another Day

I want to hold you like a breath,
Even if it leads to my death.
And I swear that the only place for me
is right beside you.

I’m right behind you.
I’m not a million miles away.
You’re my reason to stay.

Love’s a dangerous game
Some days you have to play
I can’t push my heart away
I can’t keep my love at bay
I want to do more than surviving another day

And I’m soaring
too close to the sun.
A heat wave
That left me undone.
Love was worth it
In the long run
Even if the day is done

The stars are in my eyes
Now that the sun has set
I’ve found my own constellations
I’m not finished yet

Written as a song by someone who doesn’t know to write music.
Also written for a character weeks ago.

#music #miles #stay #surviving #breath #death #stars #constellations #day #heat

Colm Jul 2018

Surviving

Life is meant to be a conscious thing
Though we constantly surround ourselves with those things
And people which we do desire
In an attempt to order and forget ourselves
The foremost point of life is consciousness
And therein, the ownership of self

Wide ... Awake ... Yet?

#surviving #ownership #of #self #poem #verse #rhyme #etc #short #about

Elizabeth Squires Jul 2018

Reviving (Italian Sonnet)

old forms will never go out of fashion
if poets keep scribing them onto the page
there's timelessness in their long staying stage
as seen by writers who hold a passion
tonight one reprises the sonnet's stock
bringing past master back for a re-run
so readers twill enjoy couplets of fun
e'en including some lines that shall rock
let not tradition fade on the paper
tis said things of age can be new again
yesteryears vogue showing its surviving
well into a modern era's draper
penning the craft of the lasting refrain
whereby we'll see them always reviving

#sonnet #surviving #page #tradition #old #forms

Fireflies May 2018

Send Help

Send help it's too cold
Send help for my broken soul
Send help all that is left is mere
Send help for there is no one here
Send help for I am not living
Send help I am barely surviving
Send help this is too much to bear
Send help this pain I can share

When things get too hard all you need is a little support, a little help.

#pain #broken #soul #cold #surviving

Jean May 2018

Air

And I take the leap:
        This is what flying feels like
One voice says to me
         This is what falling is
Another voice says

          And I sometimes
                              wonder
                                          which voice I should listen to
          Those are the days
                               I wonder
                                           what flying feels like

           I wonder
                      if I could feel the air in my face
                                                                         in my hair
                        spreading my lips into a smile
           Or if all I could feel was an impact
                                       A shattering of bones
                                              A skip of the heartbeat
                                                                              and then

           no more....

                                  Was it even worth jumping in the first place then?

If my life last only mere seconds
                                    why even consider it?

                                                                  But I think has something to do
                                                                                        with the difference
                                               between
                                    living
                                            and
                                                 barely
                                                        surviving

#anxiety #flying #leaping #falling #impact #surviving #living