#toxic poems on Hello Poetry

ab ja na 8h

stifled, i feel
because i am a storm you would forget
the wreckage i leave isn't to your taste
i was not wishing you couldn't withstand me
that was never why i came on too strong
i just wanted to sway with you in the tides
i wanted to savor you in the highs and lows
i just wanted to be your personal storm
just that although i get it, who wants a storm
but i am a storm nonetheless
and no one likes a storm that stays
when it does you find a new home
you tell the world it wrecked you

about storms, within us, without us and the ones that left us, the ones we left and the ones we invaded

#love #storm #toxic #passion #confession #existentialist

calamity 2d

When I think of love , I think of Romeo and Juliet

You gave me a rose - a fragile thing ; a glorious gift. You told me to treasure it as that will be the last time, the last gift I will receive from you.

You told me to wait, but I don't wait for love. Why should I wait? When it's there right in your hands. That grasp it. Not told in words. No poem. No script. That three worded sentence - I love you.

Love doesn't wait, if you wait it may be too late. It can also be poisonous. A darkness. A void - shadows that lurk and grab you by the shoulders.

This rose rots. It is no longer fresh; vibrant and pure. It's shape a carcass - reminiscent of a dead crow. This crow was cruelly hunted - shot and blood spilling.

Petals crumble. You crumble, falling to the ground, curling into yourself. You crave safety like being in your mother's womb again. Soft and delicate.

You poison yourself. Thinking is this what love is? Not being able to live anymore without them. Thoughts are just burdensome. A bottomless pit of shadows; a darker self creeping in the black.

I wake up, feeling sick. Nauseous and dizzy. To realise poison flows through my veins. I see you , curled in on yourself - stillness in your bones. I question myself with the dagger in my palms. Love is dead - rotting away.

You are the dagger in my palms - the blood in my body, the blood inside of me. In veins. You are the wound - just like the beginning of our story. Predicted and needed.

#love #toxic #unrequitedlove #romeo #juilet #williamshakespear

Dianali Apr 8

Weak

I missed that call.
And I knew
It was for the better.
You weren’t up
To anything good.
I knew
answering
wouldn’t lead me
to anything good.
And I wish It was
That thought—
the
Impeding,
rational force
The reason
for not
picking up,
But sweetheart,
honestly?
It was 3 am,
I was not that
mentally strong;
I just wasn’t
Awake.

I wish I was stronger, smarter, with more self love back then.. but It was an accident.. I would’ve picked up.

#love #toxic

vik Apr 6

all char

the house
has burned too long;
flames peeling it raw,
timbers weeping black resin,
the roof yawning open
like a jaw unhinged,
swallowing the night whole.

he stands in the threshold,
haloed in ruin,
his hands blackened,
his mouth full of embers.
“see?” he murmurs,
“even the bones remember heat.”

she steps forward,
smoke seeping into her lungs,
her ribs groaning like the beams above.
“i have seen,” she whispers,
“and i have stayed.”

the walls moan,
spitting nails,
plaster sloughing like dead skin.
molten glass dribbles from the windows,
the house liquefying,
curling in on itself like a carcass
picked clean by heat.

he does not flinch.
fire licks at his ankles,
hungry, worshipful,
his shadow stretched long and thin,
wraith of something
once flesh.

and she—she is dissolving too,
veins coursing with molten longing,
her hands blistered from the reach of him.
nothing.
all char
but one ember;
his hunger.

:>

#obsession #arson #fire #grotesque #toxic #love

Dae Apr 5

Your Charms

Your voice, so smooth it tickled my ears
Come into me like you once did, and I would swallow you whole.
Come into myself like I never did and I could stay afloat.
My heart endured just to be sure
That I made the right choice, the wrong one, or no one
No one compares to your charms
You who let me lose myself in your arms
You who took me away from my day to day but distrust still creeped.
No one compares to the havoc you wreaked.

One year I chased you. The next, you chased me.
The last, we ran in circles until I was alone, lamenting your company.
Then you reappeared, different as I was, I wanted you all the same.
Then I left but we stayed enmeshed, sharing love between the pain.
Things began to turn when you grew tired of the distance,
Maybe, just maybe, maybe there’s more we insisted
Until you said you don’t love me like before,
nothing left but memories so sore.

What feels strong and voiceful flows out like garbled whispers,
Like when I asked you to choke me, and I faded with radio static tongue twisters.
Then awoke to your warm hand tapping my face,
eyes staring into me, mouth agape.
If we could meander so many years through storms and drought,
then I can swim through my own stream of doubt
that I will ever find another.

#love #heartbreak #relationship #breakup #toxic #harm #***

D Apr 4

Masonry

Stubborn steeled reserve
Grit stone and colder than an ice storm
It’s taken all these fine lines
To curve you into shapes
Tracing fingers along the surface of a smooth face

You keep with your attrition
Battle me for eons
Trample our traditions
But I’ll keep my hands hewing at your ramparts
Until I can see your soul flowing like a river
And who would dare tear your heart from me
If you had the axe, my love, would you hew into me?

Stubborn, but you’re folding
Like a bad hand at the table.
I’ll wager myself for your honor
If you could bluff me with your silence,
Knowing inside there’s a violence
Magma rising to the surface,
And cursing through your words shipped
Erupting from your tempest temper

Is that hard to see?
That these carpenter hands
Bend to the curve of your structure
To make art of your luster,
A statue maker worshipping Athena
Now hew like a great oak
Let me fall away,
Tell me that I’m nothing
When you’re weeping in a steadfast free-fall.

BLT's Word of the Day Challenge 4/4
Webster's word of the day: Hew
Meaning(s): 1
: to cut with blows of a heavy cutting instrument
roughly hewn logs
2
: to cut down by blows of an ax
hew a tree
3
: to give form or shape to with or as if with heavy cutting blows
hewed their farms from the wilderness

#challenge #wordofday #websters #shape #love #spiritual #manipulative #toxic

Izan Almira Apr 1

The energy to shine

I didn't have the energy to shine.
I didn't have the strength to put on my shining armour,
and I couldn't spend the evening smiling and laughing with you,
if overnight I'd be crying alone.

What are friends for, if not to help you through.
If they become nothing but a load,
are they even friends anymore?

I've been spending my whole life circling around this question.
Going through every excuse, trying to change and twist its truth.

But I no longer have the energy to lie,
I no longer can put on a smile and hope for the best.

Because I can't be others prince in shining armor,
while inside, I am still the frog,
and the princess to be saved.

:)

#friendship #toxic #tired #sad

PhantomDreamer Apr 1

A new kind of Triumph ( a battle cry)

Today
marks the day
of a new kind of Triumph

My whole life I have sought your approval and praise
Knowing that in me you were always ashamed
Humans have always feared what they don't understand
But I am done being cut by the knife in your hand

Today is my freedom, I've escaped the cage!
Now your attention I no longer crave
I've taken the knife from your bloodied embrace
I've taken my freedom and I won't leave a trace

I've been held back and held down for far too long
What you see as my weaknesses are what make me strong
I know I am an oddity, a wild one, a mystery
But my twisted mind's what allows me to truly see!

I see when the end justifies all the means
I'm learning to listen to the voice in my dreams
Battle cries are everywhere and I know now to listen
I've been Awakened and through Triumph have risen

I see your embarrassment from my strange behaviors
But today I see past all your noise and distraction
I no longer care what you see when you look at me
Not ashamed or afraid, today I am free!

You didn't like the way I listen to music- so called it "cultish" and told me I couldn't do it in public, even in the car since people could see through the windows
You despise the fact that I'm bi- so you call it "identity issues" and tell me to tell no one
My plurality scares you- so you say it's dangerous and to keep it to myself
You don't understand my daydreaming- so you say I do it for attention
You despise how I stand up to you and speak for what's right- so you shut me down and tell me I'm the problem
Any time I try to tell you the pain you are causing me, you turn me into the bad guy
I may have no power now, but someday, when I walk out the door and never see you again, perhaps you will be cured of your Machiavellian, narcissistic, emotionally abusive evil before you hurt any more people.
Today I Triumph: for YEARS I have wished I didn't care what you thought of me, wished it didn't hurt when you emotionally abused and gaslit me, and made it clear how ashamed you were to even be around me and my uniqueness. It's as if you're allergic to color and individuality and anything different than your bland narrowmindedness. I'm the one who should be embarrassed for you! It's tragic!
Today, I finally broke free of the cage that was your judgement. I no longer feel the need to prove myself to you or even talk to you. We're fine on our own. We are finally, finally learning that we can't trust any of you, no matter how much you guilt-trip us into believing you're good people. You made us what we are. It has been hell, but we are grateful to you, because now we are special, strong, Enlightened! You call us crazy because you are afraid we may be right. You will never change, will always choose to abuse instead of treat us how we deserve. You have broken so much inside of us, things that will never be fixed. But we've built new ways of surviving, ways people may call insane or cruel, but we do what we have to to keep ourselves safe. We will never be able to stop loving you despite it all, but we no longer need you and you can no longer hurt us. Maybe someday we, or I, at least, may be able to forgive you.
Alii Semper Vincemus!

#aliisempervincemus #metamorphosis #monster #triumph #awakening #battlecry #vent #emotionalabuse #toxic #theothers

Belinda S Richmond Mar 28

Love-Hate

Is it a crime
that I love you so much,
A Love-Hate relationship
at times could be rough,
we love one minute and
the next minute we hate,
our love isn't perfect but
we still appreciate,
It isn't the worst, and
It isn't so great,
the lovers out there, can
definitely relate,
I want you one minute and
next time I don't,
we keep playing games but
we will, but we won't,
we're on and we're off but
we won't even front,
If This Love-Hate is criminal,
then throw away the key,
It us against the world,
just you and just me!!!

B.R.
DATE: 3/28/2025

#toxic #relationships #lovehate #ambivalence