Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#impermanent
Sitting in my own hard won mess Adrift in the possibility that any second, I might do something... **** it, let's check Twitter again
0
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 6:07 AM UTC
This is not a haiku.
I want all my idols to be false All my effects the placebo kind All my monuments temporary My loves the fleeting type Cause I’ve got bones of gold And I bend easy Impermanently made Permanently desiring Permanence fearing So make all my monuments temporary All my loves the fleeting type
0
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 9:07 PM UTC
Impermanence
Sunlight bathes a bare branch, bright chestnut. The tree’s trunk is in shadow, The color of bronze. On the face of a cliff The wind blows relentlessly, A furrow the wind’s full tally. The sun’s light moves off, The bare branch Fades from all view.
0
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
A Bare Branch
one piggy leisure-head of communication / a detritus of S.O.S. and a true wealth of emotion sickness / fell us by what we ‘really’ feel an ultimate distraction a played out interaction / a begging grippy porous surface encouraging corruption and strategic duping our code made bare and fashionable / a disposable plaque of bereavement and humour / the human mission splayed / a vulnerable apparition / a haunting with a weak attachment and a confectionary hiding the culture
0
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 11:36 AM UTC
Saturation Of Souls
My only distraction From impermanence
0
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
Flowers
I need her to love me, But I do not want to love her, I only want her sensation, impermanent. Oh how sick I have become!
0
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
I am sick
I awoke to time beating its fists against my walls, and could do nothing but sing along — c
0
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
ephemera
2.26.18 I’d like to think that oblivion isn’t inevitable and that salvation exists, that we aren’t merely hurtling on a war path toward destruction and the unknown, I’d like to think that modern science will save us and that tomorrow is infinite, that we will continue and thrive; that existence is endless, but the dark thoughts crowding the back of my head tell me that skepticism is all I have left to hold onto, that tomorrow I could swerve too far on the highway unknowingly step in front of a bus – and who will have known who I was or what I believed? Who will remember me? I’ve determined that maybe we are just flying through space alone and maybe chaos rules the world and maybe oblivion is inevitable and one day I’ll be gone and it won’t matter, so maybe the only existence I truly have is in mornings waking up to scrape ice off the car, maybe the only existence I’m given is the warmth of sun seeping through my window, sips of lukewarm coffee past 2am, the laughter that lights up the faces of those I call friends, and the fragility of knowing that each moment is simultaneously powerful & insignificant. Being human is trapped within the realm of the impracticality and beauty of not knowing anything. The nature of worlds is to fall into chaos, yet out of chaos is born endless possibility, and out of this possibility I discover that we are living one endless moment of shared anxiety about the inevitable, but we are perfectly capable of living in the light of death, our impermanence enrapturing our hearts. How privileged are we, born to thrive and die, thrown into this mixture of chaos and well-crafted design every moment meeting one another for the first (and last) time.
0
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
impermanence
2.26.18 I’d like to think that oblivion isn’t inevitable and that salvation exists, that we aren’t merely hurtling on a war path toward destruction and the unknown, I’d like to think that modern science will save us and that tomorrow is infinite, that we will continue and thrive; that existence is endless, but the dark thoughts crowding the back of my head tell me that skepticism is all I have left to hold onto, that tomorrow I could swerve too far on the highway unknowingly step in front of a bus – and who will have known who I was or what I believed? Who will remember me? I’ve determined that maybe we are just flying through space alone and maybe chaos rules the world and maybe oblivion is inevitable and one day I’ll be gone and it won’t matter, so maybe the only existence I truly have is in mornings waking up to scrape ice off the car, maybe the only existence I’m given is the warmth of sun seeping through my window, sips of lukewarm coffee past 2am, the laughter that lights up the faces of those I call friends, and the fragility of knowing that each moment is simultaneously powerful & insignificant. Being human is trapped within the realm of the impracticality and beauty of not knowing anything. The nature of worlds is to fall into chaos, yet out of chaos is born endless possibility, and out of this possibility I discover that we are living one endless moment of shared anxiety about the inevitable, but we are perfectly capable of living in the light of death, our impermanence enrapturing our hearts. How privileged are we, born to thrive and die, thrown into this mixture of chaos and well-crafted design every moment meeting one another for the first (and last) time.
Continue reading...
41
People will always leave. It doesn't matter how they tell you that you are the most important thing that ever happened to them. It doesn't matter how they treat you so special for days, weeks, months, years, I don't know. It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how they tell you 'I love you' after they kiss you on your forehead. It doesn't matter how they make you feel warm when you were cold. It doesn't matter how they remind you how perfect you are after you wake up. You will be left hanging somewhere,sometime, somehow by that someone. It's just a matter of duration. People leave no matter what. It's a human nature.
0
Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
Impermanence
everything impermanent doesn't matter                        everything is impermanent s.q.
0
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
reflect