#weary poems on Hello Poetry

Rae Anne Jul 2016

they were nothing more than momentary,*
they were like the leaves that rustle by
as you walk the rocky edges
of a side street’s sidewalk.

#yearning #time #memories #fall #past #autumn #tired #weary

Abdallah Sadiq Jun 2016

Tomorrow

With my weary feet, still I trudge
chastised soul still wanders
broken heart still thumping
Because of a tomorrow yet to be lived.
A brighter day where all my agony becomes nothing but memories
Where the sunshine doesn't keep me locked in
And dusk, the only time I roam the streets.
Ironically I yearn for a brighter day, yet the darkness seems to be my only abode.

Melancholy knocks on my door, tells me he wants to visit
He slithers in whether I turn my door **** or not.
Loneliness—the visitor that never leaves
On my grey couch he sits
I could've befriended thee, but he never talks back.
Then at nightfall, I await the terror that'll befall me in my slumber
Supplications I mumble just before I shut my eyes do me no good.
Dark shadows that lurk in my room kept me company
Wish I could say I enjoy their presence
But, fear was a distraction from the overwhelming loneliness I've had to endure.
So many days I've lived, but my tomorrow hasn't been lived.

#sad #pain #loneliness #horror #weary #fiend

Lark Train Jun 2016

Ending Apathy

The gentle apathy
Which, up to now,
Had carried me
So softly through the forest here
Abruptly stopped when you drew near.
I couldn't help but be interested
In everything you'd do.
The world had grown old on me,
But somehow it seems so new
But only around you.

#love #world #relationships #change #you #me #weary

Fumi Himawari Jun 2016

Independence

Escape, run, a thousand miles apart.

I walk away far from that love.
It is a prison cell that deteriorates my heart.

I am letting go, because this pain won't do any good to me.

I am moving on, because I love you alone.
Independently, I will set myself free.

I want to be happy, not weary.
Without you and this feeling, my life is easy.

#love #sad #alone #free #feeling #movingon #independence #weary

Connor Exodus Apr 2016

Coexist

Sat in the Pub Zoo, I can nestle
And lie, in the hustle and bustle
Of this merciless crowd of brick.

My thoughts are my own for me
To lay down on a bed of broken
Bones, and weary, weeping eyes.

I look up to see a skeleton of black
And of piercings. I will never know
What it thinks, for which I am grateful.

For sometimes, I don’t wish to seek
Another ruin. My neurological debris
Is enough, it tortures me until tomorrow.

I do not hope, or wish, or think
Or willingly believe. I just sit and
Exist and critique the sobbing leaves.

#thoughts #weary #zoo #weeping #pub

Chris Thomas Apr 2016

Weary Traveler

I am a weary traveler, yet I fatigue from sitting still
I've been on this trail, seeking medicine for my disease
Not sure if I'm still alive, or merely ill

I am lukewarm water, yet I burn from the cold inside
I stop at every impasse, pushing rocks out of my way
And wondering if my legs are broken, or if they overstride

I am a rudderless vessel, paying no mind to signs
As I drift from place to place, from dream to dream
Retreating from this world without a finish line

I am a weary traveler, yet I fatigue from sitting still
I've been on this trail, seeking medicine for my disease
Still not sure if I'm alive, or merely ill

#unknown #weary #traveler

Sibyl Mar 2016

Weary

The air, it tastes of aspartame
O, how the shadow swooned.
Abrasive, it shifted hues
to white, from a maroon.
Alone, he treads on endlessly
without any sight of the moon.

Alone, he treads on endlessly
under bleak skies he spoke too soon.
A night of emptiness befalls
without any sight of the moon.
A light within still flickers
O, how the shadow swooned.

A light within still flickers.
A wisp from a cocoon.
An agonized longing rises
O, how the shadow swooned.
"but none was left but embers"
under bleak skies he spoke to soon.

#weary

Joanne Lee Feb 2016

Alas

It is relentless

It never quite ceases

Out of the multitude of predicaments, one is resolved only to be followed by another colossal quandary

I am exhausted, depleted of all vigor

So ready to resign and wash my hands of this existence

Alas, I'd like to rest now.

February 2016

#depressed #exhausted #tired #problems #rest #weary #solutions