#breakthesilence - Hello Poetry

What defines a man? Someone with dignity? Someone with shame? Someone vulnerable, or “someone” in vain? A vague answer—I'll be honest then, Society’s standards? Cruel and dishonest, man. You speak up—you’re disregarded. You make an effort—you’re outsmarted. You do nothing? You're called a ******* regardless. Try to hold ground? Your stance gets blasted. Vulnerability. Breakdowns. Mental fatigue. A man’s life—just pain with no relief. A faint smile, a brief breath, penned on a sheet. That’s what this is, boys—so buckle your seats while I preach. A man's life is a lie. His smile, his words—his emotions, all a disguise. He lies because he cares. He finds ways to fix, not vanish into thin air. His day begins with thoughts of his loved ones, And ends with them. Yet the only flowers he ever receives Are laid at the end. Poor appreciation. No oxytocin— That's how he lives. All he wants is to see his family smile, To make ’em proud, and meet every wish. Loving children and an adorable wife, Still, he gets caught in conflict and strife. Trapped in the webs, looking for light— He knows no matter how loud he shouts, It’s all silent. Mute. No sound in sight. He doesn’t complain like he used to do. This masked way of living? He’s grown used to. A constant tug-of-war with everything. Wearing the mask, that smile, and the pretending. ’Cause this is a judgmental world, Where male discomfort is dismissed as vile. No one cares for a man— “That’s just how they are,” says Society with a smile. “A man should be tough.” “Stop being so weak.” “Only a weakling cries.” Why these beliefs? Is a man not human? Can’t he break— Even once, without being called fake? Can’t these so-called standards vanish for a jiffy? Let the noise hush, just for an iffy. The situation’s looking a bit tricky. So much for equality—when the loudest cries dissolve a man too quickly. No offense to victims, but truth gets murky when empathy turns picky. We need balance, not blame—before the silence gets sticky. So much for fairness, when power plays the sound— And those holding the mics are just money-hungry hounds. But let me leave you with names they forgot to pronounce— Prometheus, who stole fire so men might renounce The cold chains of darkness, gave light for free, And was punished by gods for daring to see. Or Sigurd the Valiant, who slew Fáfnir the beast, A man, not divine—just brave, to say the least. He bathed in the blood, understood the birds’ song, Betrayed by the world, yet stood strong all along. These weren’t monsters. These were men. Not flawless—but free, with a truth in their pen. So next time they say, “All men are the same,” Remember the fire. Remember the flame. One man can burn, And still change the game. -Asher Graves

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Apr 10, 2025

Apr 10, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC

the_little_bystander

Many Men (Wish for a Breath)

What defines a man? Someone with dignity? Someone with shame? Someone vulnerable, or “someone” in vain? A vague answer—I'll be honest then, Society’s standards? Cruel and dishonest, man. You speak up—you’re disregarded. You make an effort—you’re outsmarted. You do nothing? You're called a ******* regardless. Try to hold ground? Your stance gets blasted. Vulnerability. Breakdowns. Mental fatigue. A man’s life—just pain with no relief. A faint smile, a brief breath, penned on a sheet. That’s what this is, boys—so buckle your seats while I preach. A man's life is a lie. His smile, his words—his emotions, all a disguise. He lies because he cares. He finds ways to fix, not vanish into thin air. His day begins with thoughts of his loved ones, And ends with them. Yet the only flowers he ever receives Are laid at the end. Poor appreciation. No oxytocin— That's how he lives. All he wants is to see his family smile, To make ’em proud, and meet every wish. Loving children and an adorable wife, Still, he gets caught in conflict and strife. Trapped in the webs, looking for light— He knows no matter how loud he shouts, It’s all silent. Mute. No sound in sight. He doesn’t complain like he used to do. This masked way of living? He’s grown used to. A constant tug-of-war with everything. Wearing the mask, that smile, and the pretending. ’Cause this is a judgmental world, Where male discomfort is dismissed as vile. No one cares for a man— “That’s just how they are,” says Society with a smile. “A man should be tough.” “Stop being so weak.” “Only a weakling cries.” Why these beliefs? Is a man not human? Can’t he break— Even once, without being called fake? Can’t these so-called standards vanish for a jiffy? Let the noise hush, just for an iffy. The situation’s looking a bit tricky. So much for equality—when the loudest cries dissolve a man too quickly. No offense to victims, but truth gets murky when empathy turns picky. We need balance, not blame—before the silence gets sticky. So much for fairness, when power plays the sound— And those holding the mics are just money-hungry hounds. But let me leave you with names they forgot to pronounce— Prometheus, who stole fire so men might renounce The cold chains of darkness, gave light for free, And was punished by gods for daring to see. Or Sigurd the Valiant, who slew Fáfnir the beast, A man, not divine—just brave, to say the least. He bathed in the blood, understood the birds’ song, Betrayed by the world, yet stood strong all along. These weren’t monsters. These were men. Not flawless—but free, with a truth in their pen. So next time they say, “All men are the same,” Remember the fire. Remember the flame. One man can burn, And still change the game. -Asher Graves

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ove is instead of thousand words But what about other feelings Is it really by love we are going towards? only by love we receive all these healings? Love could be different at all Someone is enough to see lovely eyes Full of tears, like a wild waterfall Wiping them, falling in paradise Someone needs just a simple smile To be completely captivated Or get a gift once in a while Perfect gift does someone motivated There are people who value action By helping, you made them loving you But if your care doesn't get good reaction Try another love, your skills will accure Someone is enough feeling your touch Keep your hand closely all the time Or when for the bad, love is not judged Forgiveness is not a part of the crime But what about the words we are use My words are not read beside a nice pic Simple "I love you" we often abuse "My love" on thin heart is a worth slick And what about the music we are listening to? Melody makes me dancing distraught But words make us cry and admitting to in 10 years they'll tie me up in love knot Insightful love story it's my belove Give me the hope, words will play Say "I love you" to your love Because soon you mightn't be able to say

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May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 at 4:42 AM UTC

IanaK

Say about love

ove is instead of thousand words But what about other feelings Is it really by love we are going towards? only by love we receive all these healings? Love could be different at all Someone is enough to see lovely eyes Full of tears, like a wild waterfall Wiping them, falling in paradise Someone needs just a simple smile To be completely captivated Or get a gift once in a while Perfect gift does someone motivated There are people who value action By helping, you made them loving you But if your care doesn't get good reaction Try another love, your skills will accure Someone is enough feeling your touch Keep your hand closely all the time Or when for the bad, love is not judged Forgiveness is not a part of the crime But what about the words we are use My words are not read beside a nice pic Simple "I love you" we often abuse "My love" on thin heart is a worth slick And what about the music we are listening to? Melody makes me dancing distraught But words make us cry and admitting to in 10 years they'll tie me up in love knot Insightful love story it's my belove Give me the hope, words will play Say "I love you" to your love Because soon you mightn't be able to say

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Ask me why I am talking so much Why I am breaking the silence A lot of stupid topics I touch My words to you like a violence I'm not afraid when people talk Even if I don’t like their opinion When they speak bad in deadlock Or when they lie for a million When people are silent and without emotion You don’t hear their thoughts, where they fly Silence is worse than the words of devotion But devotion to lie to feel justified I want to speak sincerely and quiet, Honestly reveal my fragile truth I'm afraid when people are silent Like trying to hide the fountain of youth I'm not afraid when people talk I'm scared when people are silent Silence made me overthought Some times even more compliant

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May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 at 4:40 AM UTC

IanaK

People silence

Ask me why I am talking so much Why I am breaking the silence A lot of stupid topics I touch My words to you like a violence I'm not afraid when people talk Even if I don’t like their opinion When they speak bad in deadlock Or when they lie for a million When people are silent and without emotion You don’t hear their thoughts, where they fly Silence is worse than the words of devotion But devotion to lie to feel justified I want to speak sincerely and quiet, Honestly reveal my fragile truth I'm afraid when people are silent Like trying to hide the fountain of youth I'm not afraid when people talk I'm scared when people are silent Silence made me overthought Some times even more compliant

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You know what happens when for no reason you cry When you are so tired that tears pour by itself When you don’t know what you want and nothing to try When you want to get lost like a snow on ice shelf Sometimes I want to dance all day to loud music Listening to hard songs with headphones in my ears Trim hair, dye the opposite color, to be amusing Or quietly lie under the blanket watching love films Or go dancing whole night among strangers Closing my eyes and feeling the rythme Could I get drunk like the wayward teenagers? Next day feeling sick, want to die once more little Could I go fly to completely different place? Where no one sees my fears, stay mislaid Walk between strangers, don't feel to be chased do not argue with someone, don't persuade No! You can’t fly away, they’re waiting at home, You have to be strong, carry this burden You have to work, have to listen to some Be adult, no time to fun, youth is murden You can not wear bright funny clothes You can not watch unpopular films You can not dance with your eyes are closed You can't listen to music that no one knows It remains to pour tears when it's so hard Sink to the bottom, so far only dream True desire can not be strong barred But it may become easier to scream Could now I fly to where no one is looking Be the one who owe nothing to you Do what I want, to be no one's footing Just a couple of days without saying "adieu"

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May 29, 2020

May 29, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC

IanaK

When it is so hard

You know what happens when for no reason you cry When you are so tired that tears pour by itself When you don’t know what you want and nothing to try When you want to get lost like a snow on ice shelf Sometimes I want to dance all day to loud music Listening to hard songs with headphones in my ears Trim hair, dye the opposite color, to be amusing Or quietly lie under the blanket watching love films Or go dancing whole night among strangers Closing my eyes and feeling the rythme Could I get drunk like the wayward teenagers? Next day feeling sick, want to die once more little Could I go fly to completely different place? Where no one sees my fears, stay mislaid Walk between strangers, don't feel to be chased do not argue with someone, don't persuade No! You can’t fly away, they’re waiting at home, You have to be strong, carry this burden You have to work, have to listen to some Be adult, no time to fun, youth is murden You can not wear bright funny clothes You can not watch unpopular films You can not dance with your eyes are closed You can't listen to music that no one knows It remains to pour tears when it's so hard Sink to the bottom, so far only dream True desire can not be strong barred But it may become easier to scream Could now I fly to where no one is looking Be the one who owe nothing to you Do what I want, to be no one's footing Just a couple of days without saying "adieu"

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I'm holding on to nothing My grip slipped from the rope I'm forever in this dark hole i now call home. I'm the only one who can change that. Yet, I'm trapped by this dark mass that haunts me. It follows me every where. Some days it keeps its distance. Other days it's holding me till I suffocate The dark mass that consumed me. Consumes many of us. Some are stuck like me. Others are hanging on the edge. While others stand to help. Some walk away. This mass is important. We all need to stand up and fight.

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Oct 8, 2018

Oct 8, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC

Hopelesspoet22

Dark mass

I'm holding on to nothing My grip slipped from the rope I'm forever in this dark hole i now call home. I'm the only one who can change that. Yet, I'm trapped by this dark mass that haunts me. It follows me every where. Some days it keeps its distance. Other days it's holding me till I suffocate The dark mass that consumed me. Consumes many of us. Some are stuck like me. Others are hanging on the edge. While others stand to help. Some walk away. This mass is important. We all need to stand up and fight.

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