#value poems on Hello Poetry

AmberLynne Jul 2014

Pressure

Put a price on yourself.
Tell me, what's the value of your life?

When did metal become your god,
slithering upon your wrists
and enveloped within the confines
of your lips.
You practice your idolatry,
revering the cold embrace
of stainless steel.

Put a price on yourself.
Tell me, what's the value of your life?

How did you get here,
teeth clattering on your god
of false hope?
Put under so much pressure
to leave a mark on the world,
make a difference, be different
(but not too different)
that instead you settle
for leaving scars in your wake.
The marks on your skin
and the ache left in their hearts-
is that the target you were aiming for?

Put a price on yourself.
Tell me, what's the value of your life?

Stop.
Breathe.

This is about the consequences brought about by societal pressures.
7.13.14

#society #stop #breathe #suicidal #selfharm #worth #value #pressure

WARQA BIN NOFAIL Jul 2014

Sifar

you Start from a Zero

you Start as a Zero

Sifar an Arabic word meaning Zero
A unique numeral

#nothing #value #zero #sifar

Winter Allen Jane Jul 2014

Trust

I am not the type of person that can easily hide
And I am not the type of person that can hold their tongue tightly
But for you i shall wring it like a wet towel
so all the dark cropped up secrets drip out
And I will put them in a tiny box with a lock
And I will throw the key away in the ocean of trust
I shall live in the goldness of remaining silent
Your terrifying dreams and your secret stories are safe with me
And I won't ever share them with any other person but you

&
I hope you do the same with me.

I have f a i t h in you, just like you have f a i t h in me.

July 7th 2014
WAJ

#love #friends #trust #faith #friendship #stories #silence #secrets #value #sharing

Arturo Hernandez Jul 2014

I Killed a Soaring Eagle

There was a small boy, in a little town,
Unknown to most people.
He was soaring, I remember,
As if running through to freedom.
He spread his arms between the crowds
In his navy blue pants and sweater,
His bright white polo
And his shiny shoes of patent leather.
The school bell rang
So he tucked his wings to grab his bag,
And he climbed up the steps
As fast as a little boy can
But the gate had just closed right in front of him.
He had his little hands
Gripped around the metal of the gate
And shook them wanting to get in;
He pushed his arm but only got his shoulder though.
There was a man
With no emotion in his face,
Watching him trying to find a way in,
But the man didn't move an inch.
The boy put his back against the fence
And I cried before walking back.
Nothing he said would change his mind.
That was me then but now I'm the man in the other side,
Having forgotten what it was like to spread my wings
And want to fly.

#poem #man #flying #system #wings #back #education #value #eagle #soaring

Nanna Harrow Haley Y Jun 2014

Value

If there is any value in anything,
Am I a fraud?
I should not exist.
There is nought I care bear to do
In order for this world to remain
Free from guilt, shame,
Morbid perdition,
A torrid display of all that is malicious—
And yet you claim you value me.
Beyond reason, purpose,
There is no explanation why—
Are you a poignant widower yearning
For blind love?
Don’t choose hope through those who need you.
Learn you value yourself.
Still you choose to say you cannot yield,
Cannot cease, can never change
I’d believe in you, I’d trust,
But above all, I want you to give in!
Can’t you apprehend?

What do we value?
If not ourselves?
What do we care for? Beyond all else?
I’ve never prior, cared to wonder of
The veil to mask our intrinsic intentions.

#love #trust #hate #value

Jordan Harris Jun 2014

value

worth less than worthless

#depression #value #worthless #self-loathing

Aeya Jean Johnson May 2014

Brimborion

We stop for nothing.
Fragile,
Breakable,
Torn into.
Unable to fall far enough,
Fast enough.
Run to catch up,
They are just too far ahead.
Stop.
Watch until wanting to run,
Again,
Unable to continue forward.

Why stop?

Brimborion Definition: a thing without value or use; something that is silly

#go #weak #stop #nothing #forward #value

Samantha Richardson Jun 2014

it was the end

The tape, as I unstick it from its place, rips off plates of paint from our crummy, moldy walls.

My heart wrinkles a little.

I fold the tape over the corners of my collage. Lay it down over my everest-sized pile of clothes-to-trade-for-souvenirs.

I sigh.

It is quiet.

A cockroach scurries out of a shirt sleeve. I flick him lovingly off the bed. The only one to keep my house company these days.

I start pulling out notebooks, so much. So many. Too many things I collect and funnel value into.

I must decide which to take and what to leave behind in the ******* bin.

Back at school, I chuck half the pile, almost violently, into the trash and stride away. Stay there then. Have it your way.

Only a few minutes before all of this, I bragged about being ready to go home, washing my hands of this ridiculous place.

But it only just occurred to me then that by leaving Africa, I will be facing a whole new life. Like a neo-Alice, falling further down the rabbit hole. I am being sieved, strained, pressed until the juices of energetic volunteerism is squeezed dry.

I have only heard rumors, of course, but I believe that what I will be facing will be maybe even more terrifying than it is here.

#home #want #pain #memories #change #confusion #leaving #value #africa #staying