#timing poems on Hello Poetry

timetravellerspoetry Sep 2018

Maybe
the things
we think that happened at
the wrong time
may be
just the right time.

#maybe #wrong #right #time #timing

Madelynn Nieves Sep 2018

Hollow

Every time
You extend your hand
I reach out to emptiness
Vacant
Words
Toying with my emotions
You play the game
Always winning
With your looks
Pale skin
Red lipstick
Smeared on my collar
Where your head would lie
All of those times you lied
You see it differently
Of course you do
Playing the victim
Saying I’m always attached
And that’s why you would never
Take this dive with me
In reality
Terrified
Of what would happen
If you committed to something
Other than yourself

#lipstick #unrequited #love #timing #spoken #word #kiss #emotion #raw

soft sun Aug 2018

we all get lonely

i spent the season planting seeds
take time to breath
it all happens so fast

my hands are rough
from the branches, sticks and lifting
hardly enough space
to remember i was missing you

the boxes packed and ready to be sold
the air felt colder
i cut off all my hair
to feel the wind on my shoulders
there was no more hiding
who could i come clean to now?

we all have our seasons
we all have our seasons
you, me, the cosmos in between
we all have our seasons
we all have our seasons
harvesting is just one of them

lonely, i am not alone
just trying to get used to the solo home of bones
let me be this hollow shell
to fill and let go
to hold a place inside to grow
A human having a souls experience

i stopped looking and i found
i stopped thinking and listened to the sound
of the room without walls
it was quiet and sweet
to sow and to reap
remember to take time to breath
it all happens so fast

divine timing: i am happier now, but miss your sweet energy. do you miss me too?

#divine #timing #farming #fruit #lonely #not #alone

Ameliorate Aug 2018

Something or otherwise

Snow capped trees, barren otherwise
Lifelessness embodied, an empty space
Missing the swaying leaves, breathing life across a vacant sky
You can be home, happy, whole and yet still find little cracks in the foundation of your mind
A drifter caught within a sea of self concern
Medication is a mask, incompleteness wrapped like a bandaid lacking self care
One is not the definitive answer or solution without extradition of the mind
The crime being expecting happiness to be the cure for all
Twenty five versus twenty eight is ample, delusions burst through effort, finding security and peace
Lost became foundation, trivial expedition became vitality
Imagine unrelenting happiness with nothing holding you down
Not clinging to others problematic existences became necessity, a long relationship with my wellbeing
Visible weight lifted my psyche, and I rose
Winged creatures exude strength and I consider myself an enigma
Defying the odds set out, engraved deep within the roots of my youth
A powerful message of succession crawling forward trying to heal my mind from years of ignoring mental illness
Echoes of the psychological pain
Being a product of a schizophrenic ruled woman, melding myself into all that I am
I’ve had little to offer in my lifetime besides kindness, I stand behind myself and my family
Despite my flaws and after all this time
Battling through the ages of time,
I am home.

#mental #health #pysche #words #muse #timing #love #self

Rahama Aug 2018

Epiphany

I never really learnt how to act around you.
That was because there was no acting involved.

Our connection was natural;
With you I was comfortable.

You saw beauty where no one else did,
And that's why I think of you -
When my eyes are closed and I silently pray;
For a dreamless sleep.

I think of you when it's wrong,
I think of you when I shouldn't.

Been awhile guys❤. Thank you for reading.

#sleep #poem #love #relationship #heartbreak #couple #wrong #timing #connection

Harry Kelly Aug 2018

She Stubbed Her Toe

She stubbed her toe.
And she did something about it.
Without letting me know.
Ended it.
I wonder what that means.
It was her choice.
I will never argue otherwise.
And my ego may ask
What is it about me
that she would so quickly
make that choice?
Late at night with my head on the pillow
I imagine what it would have been like.
Pushing a carriage
or changing diapers.
But the timing was off.
And sometimes
timing is everything.

#love #relationships #abortion #choices #fatherhood #timing

japheth Jul 2018

timing

there’s no such thing
as a perfect timing;

it’s just timing.

we say perfect when it
only favors
the way we see things
and not how life sees it.

we have to understand
that apart from
the joy life brings,
sometimes
timing includes

pain,
suffering,
regret,
and anxiety

and it’s okay.
it’s time for you to feel that way.

my dear, we’re stronger.

please if you read this note, please send me hugs and assuring messages down below because i’m not feeling so good

#pain #anxiety #regret #feel #clingy #timing #perfect #love #life

Nicole Feekes Jul 2018

Words unsaid

Thoughts unspoken
Silence is waiting;
Questioning
Is this space enough to be filled?

Moments are measured
By words unsaid
Words that we package
Into different sized boxes
It has to fit perfectly
Or they will never leave my head

We keep waiting
For the right time
In the wrong way

When time runs out
All the boxes will be empty
Unfilled
By the thoughts unspoken
Forever in my head

Perhaps it is better
To speak up instead
Better to cause discomfort
Than find your thoughts dead

When we find ourselves in moments of silence that could be filled - but we wait for better timing. But sometimes the perfect time never comes. And the thoughts die.

#unspoken #silence #thoughts #waiting #timing

maggie W Jul 2018

Matthew

Do I always have to be heart broken to write something great?

Can I ever settle down without being bland?

All these guys I date, with whom I've shared a bed

either fuel up or dry down my energy to create.

Too many guys with names that start with M.

too many uncontrollable goodbyes that I hate.

Oh Matt you're one of them, one that I tried to hold onto ,
but in vain.

Life is life and no one knows what lies ahead, so for now,

I will just put my head on your chest,
then we can drink some tea and go to a play.

goodbyes are the hardest, especially for a traveler like me. Timing is a *****.

#timing #goodbye