#why poems on Hello Poetry

Jeremy Betts Aug 31

I cry
Recently quite a lot
Some tears fall with no why
Most are no longer fought
Like rain from the sky
Weather wanted or not
Emotions flood the eye
The mind an impossible knot
Man card revoked, no reapply
I push through all for naught
Every try
A long shot...
But it's all I got

©2024

#cry #emotions #why #fought #rain #impossible #try

Jeremy Betts Aug 31

~•§•~ No Uncle Phil ~•§•~

Honestly
I don't know what's wrong with me
Can't pinpoint why no one wants me
I just don't seem to be worthy
Not worth it to friends
Not to lovers
Not even family
And what's worse
Is if there's a god
I'm not worth his time either
And he's the creator
So that hurts
Because supposedly
He made me
I cry alone
When no one wants you
You can't expect them to care
Anything about a single tear
Sitting forever
Across from an empty chair
With a double dose of fresh despair
Topped with doubt and fear
And unlike times prior
It can no longer be covered by a simple veneer
Or distracted by yet another maybe year
'Cause you're always askin',
"How come he don't want me man?"
And when I reach out for an embrace...
There's no one ever there

©2024

•°•°•THE UNCLE PHIL YOUTUBE CLIP•°•°•
It gets me every time
https://youtu.be/gMNsMdnSBIk?si=KVKvZp-aeSEuqTVd

#why #love #questions #hurt

Lucas Grant Aug 20

Black Couture

Find me lying outside your room,
Wearing only Black Couture,
Rose by Rose your dragon tattoo,
**** for me and I'll be yours

Thunders lighting up your walls
Sat reminding of all i had before
You sit and sing about my Black Couture

Staring down at your car
Infidelity tattooed on your arm
So tell me what did you expect the consequences to be
What more did you expect me to endure
Not a man of silk or an ethical being but at least I was yours
All of me and more

I shot
And buried you in Black Couture

Based on the senseless betrayal that comes with love I delve into the haunting that follows an affair and wonder what could have been.

#depth #death #why

Lucas Grant Aug 20

Liberte

Concentrated anger finds me between the symmetrical collision of clocks,
Two matte black hands reaching for my neck as the hull of my ship crumbled under the weight of a restless consciounce , drowning in secluded tears by empty knowledge docks
Silenced by superiors to a point that my forced vow of tranquility deprived me of my sight
Still asking for your thought process and what gave you the right
Listing my flaws and making them public
Constant thoughts you had in happier times no longer remained unpublished
Spilling secrets at private parties knife to my neck a notoriety still tarnished if you aim for the head
Only burning my reputation to avoid a longer sentence, openly confessing unrequited sympathy
For the witness
The accused
The guilty
You called me all but the prosecutor
A title stolen so untimely by hands of crimsen, deep eyes of green and and a mind so emotionally refined you seemed unperturbed by the ****
How?
Pushed off the bridge of sighs,
Reasons in the plenty
Imagined a 1000 times,
Granted one final look at my tarnished memory
Signed off with a kiss and two crosses by its side the culpable apparently on nobodies mind but the name liberte the only one on mine

The sense of betrayal when turned on by a once friend but they antagonise you so know one suspects the real villain

#betrayal #lost #why

The Original Tom Maxwell Aug 20

Just Keep Searching

As I watch the wind blow in another day,
Many dreams will fade from yesterday,
The sun will rise again, a new day will begin,
I'm still searching.

We often think, our plans are carved in stone,
Then we look around and were all alone,
Was it wasted time, did we learn in our mind,
Were back to searching.

Searching for the reason, why I am here,
Am I cold, or am I getting close or near,
I will search until the end, some thoughts,
I will stretch and bend, I just know this life, is real,
And  not a game of pretend.

Your ticket will expire, at the end of your stay,
You can't renew it, there is no way,
So make good use of your life, this time,
Find answers for all the questions, within your mind,
Just keep searching.

                         The original: Tom Maxwell  C  10/ 06/ 05 AD

Wow I wrote this 19 years ago , I can honestly say, I'm still searching....

#searching #why

Jeremy Betts Aug 8

~•§•~ He Asked in Desperation ~•§•~

"Last thing I remember was being in
This death spiral tail spin
A nightmare I woke up still in
My question?
Why then
Should I bother to wake up again?
Does anyone have a good explanation
Nearing even a distant point of reason?"
He asked in desperation

©2024

#questions #remember #memory #death #spin #nightmare #woke #why

Jeremy Betts Aug 5

~•§•~ Questions with no Answers ~•§•~

I asked one time
"Why must we grow old?"
And I was told
"So we have the mind to ask,
'Why must we grow old?'"
So I guess I'll only show
But never really know
Oh well

©2024

#why #grow #old #questions #answers

Left Foot Poet Jul 30

Why Writer? ~A grimy, grimace of a grungy summer day~

~A grimy, grimace of a grungy summer day~

Good Morning!

let the un-fun sting,
as the ardor never begins,
forecast a grimy grimace of a lousy
day ahead, at best, a clouded mess,
just to differentiate between bereaved
periods of rain, that train you in windows~
avoidance, for a grunge gloomy invades
all six senses (including the brain)
where all are concatenated),
and you can actually feel
the pallor descending
from brow to the bow
of your container,
feet swelling,

and you
in addition
to avoiding windows,
put some towels out over
all the mirrors, lest your pallor,
ah,

too late,
the grim grimace of grunted day
arrived even before the poem
was conceived, I deceived,
once more, the bore drill
drives a tubular of
despondency into
my spinal seam

Whether Weather Wither Whine Wailing
*****-Nilly Wade Why Why Writer

Why, Writer?

yeah, good morning…

#grimy #grimace #grungy #summer #day #why #writer

Yanamari Jul 29

Impasse

What am I doing with my life?
Experiencing new things
Branching out with every new avenue
Where am I taking myself?
Goals vaguely planned
Struggling to understand how roots meet soil
Why?

Why... A question that troubled me so
A few years ago
Questioning life and all that comes in tow
These thoughts deeply sown
In my mind
Unearthed and
I understand
My constant sense of
Being out of place
But living anyway

And I'll take on life with every step
Breathe in and out the air surrounding me
Sky above me
Earth below me
And God surrounding me
And I'll keep on living

#impasse #why

I S A A C Jul 27

Why x3

why why why
i cannot get into your mind
too distracted, too kludgy
humbled me three times
too busy running
why why why
i cannot seem to ever find
the solace in solo expeditions
deficit without you by my side
too busy running
from my pretty eyes

#why #gay #gaylove #summer #ctrl #pretty #wow