#weakness poems on Hello Poetry

e fields Mar 2019

Train baring down on the ex-lover
Like a shell casing: silver coffin.
He hasn’t told her yet, still he
Summoned her here. And so
Onto the old meeting-place.

Careless gestures, there follows a
Long walk. Down the trail that
Speaks clearer left undisturbed.
After all, the nature of things.
The light bright though lacking luster
Refracted through the tangled cords
Of ivy, tree limbs -

A festival of dead leaves.
Warmed mud envelops soles
Engorging them like bloodrush
As a half-loving couple trek on.
It feels like autumn when spring comes

As winter is bowing out again.
He feels that way two, three
Times a year; wishing it remained
Taunting circularity, he plods on.
No escape.

Selfish desire

#fall #winter #summer #spring #nature #weakness #folly

Beatrice Knox Mar 2019

Fall then Rise

Get up
Get up
I can’t
First 3 days
Sky goes to sleep
Tells me to fall into the rabbit hole
Takes my eyes away to sleep
Takes my mouth away for silence
Takes legs away to rest
Mind in an empty shell
Wondering what to think next
Falling deeper into the rabbit hole….
Last 3 days
Sky yawns at the dawn
Stretches its cloudy muscles and pulls the mind out
Gives my eyes back to view beauty again
Gives my mouth back to speak and sing my heart and soul
Brings my legs back to run, jump, and kick
Pushes me onto my magnificent, trusted, steed
Rushes me to drive to the ends of the earth
Always ready for a new adventure
The sky creates me each day
The sky kills me then brings me back to life
To remind me to believe anything is possible

#depression #courage #weakness #strength

دema flutter Feb 2019

cry out loud.

uninvited,
the tears stroll down my cheeks,

unintended,
the words come out all wrong,

underrated,
as your perspective of me isn’t my reality,

under construction,
is the fight against my tears,

understand,
that there is strength in vulnerability,

unravel,
your tears from their cells
and let go of the custody of pain.

#cry #pain #weakness #strength #crying #fight #custody #staystrong

Aurianna Feb 2019

Our love

Love is a weakness,
or so they say.
Is our love my strength?
because I often feel you never meet me halfway.
Why is it always the same person
who makes me feel the most loved, is the
one who has the power to rip my happiness away with a single look?
The one that holds me when I'm in shambles
and wipes away my tears
is the same person who caused them here.
I've always dreamed of a fairy tale romance,
and with you, I have wanted that for so long.
but given the circumstance,
soon I'll be gone.

Someday someone will love me with their whole heart and it will be everything I have ever dreamed of. I have to hold on to that.

#heartbreak #love #strength #weakness #fairytale #pawn #dreamed #halfway

Max Feb 2019

I feed myself with your agony

Your weakness feeds my strength.

And it tastes delicious

#taste #feeds #strenght #manipulate #hate #love #weakness #pain #agony

mikayla swiecichowski Feb 2019

mass destruction

i am a bulldozer,
and everyone is in my path of destruction,
and i cannot stop because there are no brakes,
and i cannot breathe because i am so weak,
and i cannot end the destruction,
it continues until i have ruined everything,
complete and utter demolition to smithereens.

sometimes i feel powerless

#destruction #heartbreak #demolition #sadness #weakness #heart

Quin Rosenheart Jan 2019

~ Terracotta soldier ~

Dont you feel like
Life is easier emotionless
We try to seize the moment
But in the end its always "goodbye"
And forced to face reality
Because we're all going to die

My fake smile is all you see
Because we all know the
Tears are real, the smile's not me

Do we truely know whats inside of us
That deep down we are nothing but
our broken hearts and lost parts
Fallen glass and broken shards

We try so hard to realize our strengths
So we can mask our greatest weaknesses
But in our heart and souls
We know what we are...

-Terracotta soldiers;
A hollow shell
Of handcrafted beauty
Hidden from a world
Ignorant enough
to forsake our existance-

#soldier #hollow #broken #emotion #emotionless #fake #goodbye #dying #weakness #terraca

Fenixx Menefee Jan 2019

I'm Sorry

"I'm sorry." That singular phrase. I hate it, it makes me feel weak.
No one ever means it. They should give up and just not speak.
It's a habit of mine to say sorry for something I'm not sorry for.
I'm not sorry, not one bit. I hate that it is part of me, it's an eyesore.
Please stop my pity parties. I can't contain them, please help me.
I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry I'm the one making an apology.
I can't stop saying sorry. It's an essential part of my internal code.
It seems that I'm sorry is the only phrase my brain wants to upload.
I'm incredibly sorry and I don't really know why?
Maybe I'm apologizing for something useless that I identify?
I have many questions for my sorry brain, why am I sorry? What for?
I see this as a negative quality that no one will ever adore.
I keep saying sorry, I don't know how to stop it, please help me
I can't stop, help me get rid of this depressing and pitiful apology
I hate myself for feeling this weak, I'm definitely not strong
I hate that my feeling of strength always feels wrong.
I can't stand this feeling of being unwanted wherever I go
My tears say I'm sorry and they fall like glistening snow
I'm sorry that each time I say it, I start crying uncontrollably
I'm sorry that you can't really help me, it will go on inconsolably.
I will always be sorry, there's no changing that fact
I always apologize to people only when I'm feeling attacked
You can't help me in any way possible, I'm forever broken
No one can hear me scream because I will always be outspoken.

I'm an extremely apologetic person, so this poem portrays what I think each time I say that I'm sorry.

#sorry #depressing #description #amateur #strength #weakness #pity #negative #help #crying

Zywa Jan 2019

Ardently afraid

He is sweet, but a man
In order to protect me
he loses

himself in impotence
acting tall
doesn't want to be consolable

on his haunches in the corner
hesitates to change
and ponders about a miracle

from himself, hungrily
the fire beats out of his heart
searching for fuel and glory

seeking balance and afraid
to find it in the ashes
of his desires

Collection “Webgarden”

#masculinity #strength #weakness