#thoughts poems on Hello Poetry

Kalliope Oct 2024

Passive aggressive, can't be too firm,
This anger inside me I've carried since birth.
I say what I mean but then laugh at the end
You don't think I'm serious, and my mind starts to bend.
Can't be too forward,
Sarcasm my favorite weapon, maybe if I said it straight I wouldn't always end up mad again.

Aggressively passive, I've given up hope, no point in giving a **** when you're taken as a joke.
Why argue my point when you're blind to my mind?
I get better and better at keeping the anger inside.
Go with the flow is too gentle a phrase, for the ***** I don't give the more that I age.
People will come and those people will go, no longer will I cry and let my soul feel hope.

And I'm ****** if I do
Definitely ****** if I don't,
But I can handle being ******
Simply because I won't

#thoughts #anger

midnight blue Oct 2024

Stuck in a loop

Haunting me every second
Holding me captive every minute
Caging me every hour
If only I could control my thoughts

Criticizing me every second
Scolding me every minute
Hating me every hour
If only I can minimize my thoughts

Overthinking every second
Keeping me awake every minute
Replaying my mistakes every hour
If only I can shut off my thoughts

I was inspired to write this poem by another poem from a book I read called “Every Last Word” but I wrote about overthinking and negative thinking. Something that I feel like never ends sometimes.

#time #overthinking #thoughts #criticism #self #loathing

Kelly Hogan Oct 2024

The Voice of Anxiety

Is everything okay?
     Everything is great! I had a great day, it's sunny outside, everyone is happy, I love life.

Is everything okay?
     I mean yeah, today was a good day, I got through it fine, it went quick and I learned new things.

Is everything okay?
     I think so, I don't remember anything not being okay...

Is everything okay?
    I don't know, I feel off, did I make a mistake? Did I say all the right things?

Is everything okay?
    Maybe not, is my cat feeling okay? Are my parents alright?

Is everything okay?
     No! I must've done something wrong, I bet everyone is mad at me. I'm lazy, I'm dumb, I can't do anything right!

"Hey, is everything okay?"
     "Oh yeah, totally fine, how about you?"

I don't know why this question repeats in my head when I'm having a good day. Sometimes it's too loud to ignore.

#anxiety #depression #okay #thoughts

midnight blue Oct 2024

Sinking

Stuck in my own thoughts
All alone
The darkness swallows me
As a whole

Overthinking is like drowning in your own body

#latenight #thoughts #overthinking

Jeremy Betts Oct 2024

~•§•~ Dangerous ~•§•~

Dangerous fleeting thoughts
That return far too regularly
Create the impenetrable bars
That keep my mind in captivity
That keep me afraid of me
That make me my own worst enemy
If I had a penny
For every
Scary thought
They'd be what buries me

©2024

#dangerous #fleeting #thoughts #return #impenetrable #bars #mind #captivity

Tint Oct 2024

descend

I am in grief
because two nights ago
I lost myself
in the abyss
and I cannot go back
I am clawing at this corner wall
it's choking me,
I cannot breathe,
and I had to live till the day
that my body too, descends
to that place
that kept my soul
steal it,
never returned

#thoughts

Odd Odyssey Poet Oct 2024

Lying to myself

Adios— and kudos to those we wished to have known better;
those we could have cherished more deeply than the first
lovers who introduced us to the art of Love.

Fit me in your glove of memories, holding onto the finest
moments of your past— walk me along the winding journey of
your heart. That road, with its unexpected twists and steep climbs,
that even the purest of all love encounters, has its share of bumps
and hiccups. Hic— all those hickeys you tried to conceal beneath
a high collar, were mere whispers of affection hidden from prying
eyes. Yet, I never felt the need to mask my own; it was as if I was
denying a piece of the love I always held onto- for a period.

In the flavour of unspoken words—we rarely conversed
face-to-face; instead, we lost ourselves in endless texts and phone
calls. Reflecting on that frustrates me, for I could pour my heart
into a fleeting love poem, while the words I longed to share in
person danced just out of reach, trapped by my mouths writer's block.

The hopeless romantic hopes for love just as fiercely, but it
feels hopeless as those who feign strength right after their
hearts have been broken. Its so easy to lie to yourself.

#lies #love #feelings #thoughts #past #lovers #hickeys