#voices poems on Hello Poetry

Chris May 2019

Nero

Nero is bald,
He's also fat,
He's ugly and devilishly fast.

Nero's a killer,
Nero is here,
He's ugly and his voice is clear.

Nero is angry,
He's madly mad,
He's ugly and so, so sad.

Nero is real,
He's truly true,
He's ugly and he lives in you.

stop me

#nero #fire #killer #black #anger #issues #mental #voices

Mythical May 2019

Awakening

Captivated in my own mind,
Silence throughout the night.

Paralyze sitting on a chair,
With heavy thoughts of my own.

Whispers of the night,
Startle my silence.

Open up my eyes once more,
As they awoken me from my slumber.

#awakening #paralyze #silence #night #voices

blackbiird May 2019

office talk.

i no longer find solace
in my solitude because the voices in
my heard are too loud.
"your nose is too big"
"you're too fat"

"you'll never be good enough"

"no one likes you"

"better off dead"

and the office talk begins.

#depression #voices #lonely #solitude #mentalillness #loud

Victoria Edwards May 2019

voices.

voices.
the first word I searched.
an idea now purged.
as the whisperings merged.

voices.
not insane, simply choices.
as my subconscious rejoices.
for many are voiceless.

voices.
so melancholy, so loud.
too soft, or too proud.
one person, or a crowd.

voices.
not deafening, like quiet.
or hungry, like a riot.
a lull hum, near compliant.

#voices #people #humanity #thoughts #mind #night #love #hurt #cry

Robert Guerrero May 2019

Untitled

Lost for words yet again
1:24am still awake
Head filled with screams
Laughter following
Hounds on a fox hunt
Looking for a sign
Where the rabbit tracks start
Tumbleweeds rolling
Maybe if I keep listening
I’ll finally hear that poetic voice
The shy one
Only speaking when it’s had enough
When silence becomes its enemy
Provoking embers into flames
I’ll continue to jot down
Asking if it has anything to say
Alcohol anonymous meetings
Share your feelings
The reasons for your actions
Pass when you don’t feel like it
Somethings got to give
Please just say something to me
Anything
Even if it is
Another suicide note
We can’t carry out
Deaths not a fast food restaurant
We simply wait for a table

When you feel like writing but you have too much to say and it become a jumbled mess of words. I call it abstract poetry. Eventually something makes sense

#abstractpoetry #poetryisart #voices #untitled

Anastasia May 2019

hello

hello
i said
to man underneath my bed
hello
i said
to the voices in my head
hello
i said
to the body in the shower
hello
i said
at the witching hour
hello
i said
to the maggots in rotting flesh
hello
i said
to cuts still fresh
goodbye
i said
to a mind, almost dead

im not actually that bad, u kno

#hello #goodbye #dead #flesh #rotting #crazy #insane #cutting #voices

Victoria Edwards May 2019

sepia

the paper, torn
old garments, worn
faces, forlorn
ancestors, born
towns, dust
forbidden, lust
crime, just
metal, rust

these days were sepia
like everything around
the trees, the grass, the lovers
even the cobbled ground
trapped in torn parchment
in a long forgotten attic
in a colorful world
more theatrical, dramatic

sepia, sepia, sepia
and only still
forgotten, denied
only a cabinet to fill

and soon, you and I too
sepia will take
our faces drained of color
nothing left to make.

#sepia #old #people #life #death #voices #mind #existential #forgotten #love

Victoria Edwards May 2019

Mind

dangerous is the mind
when you let it wander
sit and contemplate
but the more you ponder
the less you will find
like a lake drained of water
we do not control fate
we just push it farther
away, pesky thoughts!
i don't want you anymore
i want you few and naught!
nothing left to explore
and as i sit here shivering
on the cold bathroom floor
why, oh why, can't i escape this war?

#mind #thoughts #voices #life #night #soul #people #face #thought #head