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My car all gleaming clean I took good care of her — Always. Know what I mean? Then and there she broke down As a king whose lost his crown But... of this I am thankful Know what I mean! Just...sitting here in the door frame looking out Desert in bloom The bees all a-buzz soft gentle breeze blowing across the space And... No more rushing rushing rushing Just simple existence in a world filled with.... . Nature
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Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
Broke Down Be-side the Road
You get overwhelmed. There's always so much happening at once, You’re left wondering what you’re even supposed to do. It’s hard to focus on just one thing, So you end up getting nothing done; Then you feel like **** Where do you even start, With literally anything? You’re exhausted just thinking about it, Yet everyone around you says,”Just get it done.” It’s not that easy. Nobody knows what's going on behind the scenes, How truly mentally and physically drained you are, Especially when your mind is non-stop. You just think “if I jumped and hit rock bottom, would it make a **** sound?” You’re feeling lonely, But you want to be left alone. You wish someone understood, Someone you could talk to without judgment. But they don’t seem to exist, So you as well cease to exist. You’re convinced life's not fair, It never will be; Just an empty shell like your soul already left. You’ve sat and stared, At a blank TV longer than you should; ***** dishes, ***** clothes, Trash all pile up; Yet for some **** reason, Nobody wants you to give up. Your starving stomach, Consuming itself, Cant get up, Wont eat. Forget cooking; A task that will go incomplete. Don’t want to get up on your feet, Select your life, Hit delete. If depression was currency, You’d have immense wealth, Still no energy, To care about your health. People around you they pretend to care; They ask if your okay, If they ******* dare. You’ll just lie to their face, And pretend you’re fine, Telling the truth would be crossing the line. Feeling like if you stand up you’ll just fall over, Your brains a glass full of mud, Bound to flow over. But then I stop. I catch the reflection in the glass behind the door, The one i’ve been talking to, Pacing the floor. Broken and stranded, With words I've never spoken, I see the defeated symbol, That of which I've been branded. I realize then the person I've been hating, The one I've been ruthlessly berating… Is just me.
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
Crossing the Line
You get overwhelmed. There's always so much happening at once, You’re left wondering what you’re even supposed to do. It’s hard to focus on just one thing, So you end up getting nothing done; Then you feel like **** Where do you even start, With literally anything? You’re exhausted just thinking about it, Yet everyone around you says,”Just get it done.” It’s not that easy. Nobody knows what's going on behind the scenes, How truly mentally and physically drained you are, Especially when your mind is non-stop. You just think “if I jumped and hit rock bottom, would it make a **** sound?” You’re feeling lonely, But you want to be left alone. You wish someone understood, Someone you could talk to without judgment. But they don’t seem to exist, So you as well cease to exist. You’re convinced life's not fair, It never will be; Just an empty shell like your soul already left. You’ve sat and stared, At a blank TV longer than you should; ***** dishes, ***** clothes, Trash all pile up; Yet for some **** reason, Nobody wants you to give up. Your starving stomach, Consuming itself, Cant get up, Wont eat. Forget cooking; A task that will go incomplete. Don’t want to get up on your feet, Select your life, Hit delete. If depression was currency, You’d have immense wealth, Still no energy, To care about your health. People around you they pretend to care; They ask if your okay, If they ******* dare. You’ll just lie to their face, And pretend you’re fine, Telling the truth would be crossing the line. Feeling like if you stand up you’ll just fall over, Your brains a glass full of mud, Bound to flow over. But then I stop. I catch the reflection in the glass behind the door, The one i’ve been talking to, Pacing the floor. Broken and stranded, With words I've never spoken, I see the defeated symbol, That of which I've been branded. I realize then the person I've been hating, The one I've been ruthlessly berating… Is just me.
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You said you’d build me a boat for all the drowning I’ve done. But you never said who’d row it, or what happens when it’s gone. The tides don’t stop for promises, They never have before. So I’ll keep my head above the waves until I can’t anymore. Maybe I'll drown on purpose, This time I won't fight. But now the ocean won't take me, She doesn't have the time.
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Oct 23, 2025
Oct 23, 2025 at 11:14 AM UTC
Blue
Across the world, there are many Energy production sites that produce More energy than can be used locally. This is stranded or isolated energy since Electricity is difficult to send over distance. Therefore We need a power consumer who can use This stranded energy anywhere on earth. Bitcoin is providing solutions right now To this problem, and here are the top Six where Bitcoin is a working solution. Stranded Natural Gas - typically flared, Bitcoin miners use the energy, reducing methane. Geothermal Energy - often produces more energy than a local grid can use. Bitcoin steps in. Hydropower - seasonally variable, Bitcoin is a flexible consumer when supply is high. Solar and Wind - intermittent, Bitcoin mining consumes surplus during high production. Landfill Gas - produces methane, and Bitcoin captures this methane for mining. Remote Locations - such as small hydro dams, biomass plants, or remote oil fields.
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Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 8:52 AM UTC
Stranded Energy (Bitcoin Poem 125) - Problems/Solutions 37
I'm sick, so sick of the cold the sun beckons me Want, wanting for more than this dull city Seek, seeking the waves that crash so clearly Miss, missing the breeze that revived me Feeling lost in black and white I am craving color Want nothing more than to take flight Long for eternal summer Marooned! Mainland Cry into my cold hands Can't wait any longer My hope's being slaughtered I lost my Atlantis Can no longer stand it Alone in this place Marooned How, how many years and Can I make it Hold, holding back tears I have to fake it Fight, fight for control Know if they see it All, all will be lost I'd rather die Clinging to the songs that say (I cannot make it) (I can make it!) Broken down (Beyond repair?) Long for this to be over Marooned! Mainland Comforted by dark hands Can't wait any longer The anger burns hotter My mind running rampant Please, I cannot stand it Split, torn, and twisted Marooned In my dreams The mountains tower above me Ocean waves crash below me And the wind flurries around me While the sun warms inside me In my dreams I am finally home And I wish that I'd never wake up I wonder, can I last another day? Marooned! Mainland Reaching out with cold hands Can't wait any longer The pain's getting stronger The home that I long for Gets farther and farther Can't take anymore Marooned
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Jan 7, 2025
Jan 7, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
Marooned (A song)
•°• A Twisted Classic •°• Here is the church Here is the steeple Open the door And see all the evil ...see all the people, stranded in a free fall, falling for the lure of lore, but there's nothing at all... ©2024
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Mar 14, 2024
Mar 14, 2024 at 7:04 PM UTC
~•§•~ A Twist on a Classic ~•§•~
This incident happened more than five years ago It was a Tuesday And I'd gone to office as usual Which involved a long commute From Powai to Lower Parel By the famous Mumbai locals A typically exhausting commute Made worse by the fact that it was the month of August And therefore I had to deal with the rains as well Something seemed to be off As far as that particular day was concerned Quite a few of my candidates Were not responding to my calls And what was worse Was the fact that it was raining cats and dogs In fact, my boss, who was on the way to office Got stuck somewhere in between And ultimately gave up the ghost Deciding to work from home instead!! He also instructed me and my colleague to leave office As soon as we were done with all our critical work Since we both had brought our lunch We decided to leave after eating However, our troubles for the day Were just about to begin It was raining heavier than ever Just as we left office Accompanied by an acquaintance Trains were not running on the Western line Thus, we were forced to walk all the way to Currey Road Instead of Lower Parel, which was much nearer Meanwhile, my colleague, who was residing in Girgaum Decided to take a taxi home While our acquaintance gave me company Since his home was near Sion Which falls on the Central line And is on the way to Vikhroli Where I was supposed to get down However, just as we entered Currey Road station The enormity of the situation Struck us with the force of a bullet There was a sea of people And a rope was placed in the middle of the platform In order to control the crowd On the left side of the platform, there was a local Which was apparently stuck there for quite some time And on the right, the track was heavily waterlogged All these were ominous signs That something was seriously wrong Well, we boarded the local And were lucky to get seats It was a silver lining In the darkness that was about to follow The train was in no hurry to depart Whenever I heard the sound of its motors My heart would leap with a mixture of joy and relief Since it seemed to indicate that we would start soon However, it didn't take me long to realise That all my hopes had been dashed The fact was that the motors had to be switched on and off Every now and then Just in order to keep the engine running In the middle of all the chaos caused by the rains Yes, the situation was so chaotic That a few reporters had a field day Meanwhile, I checked in on my colleague And his feeble voice told its own story He had to walk all the way From Mumbai Central, where the taxi was forced to drop him Till his home in Girgaum!! Moreover, our acquaintance invited me to walk with him till Sion So that we could have an adventure!! However, I was in absolutely no mood for such stuff As all I wanted, was to reach home in one piece No matter how long it took However, the hours slowly tricked by And the local showed absolutely no signs of moving Again though, there was a silver lining In the middle of all this darkness A Marathi NGO magnificently rose to the occasion And started distributing packets of food to the stranded passengers It was truly like a godsend And helped me keep my wits about As afternoon turned to evening And evening to night While the water on the right side track Was rising higher and higher And it soon dawned on me That the unthinkable was about to happen That is, I had no choice But to spend the night at Currey Road station!!! Yes, it was an unpleasant situation indeed But I decided to face it anyway Since the station was a safe place after all And as we all know One is always safer in a crowd Of course, sleeping wasn't going to be an easy task I tried various positions Each more uncomfortable than the other Before finally dropping off to sleep More out of sheer exhaustion than anything else When I eventually woke up Things were slowly limping back to normal Trains had started moving in the opposite direction Eventually we departed as well Though at a snail's pace And had a few unscheduled stops on the way When we reached Sion, there came the next twist in the tale We were stuck for one and a half hours And I began to fear That history would repeat itself However, God was merciful enough To ensure that it didn't happen In fact, after we crossed Kurla We resumed our usual pace And reached Vikhroli in almost no time I was home by around 11 am And was greeted by my family Who were thoroughly relieved And also full of praise Since I had maintained my cool In such a difficult and unforeseen situation Ultimately, it had turned out to be an adventure worth reliving Even if not the kind of adventure That the acquaintance had embarked upon And wanted me to be part of
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Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 11:49 AM UTC
The Currey Road Adventure
This incident happened more than five years ago It was a Tuesday And I'd gone to office as usual Which involved a long commute From Powai to Lower Parel By the famous Mumbai locals A typically exhausting commute Made worse by the fact that it was the month of August And therefore I had to deal with the rains as well Something seemed to be off As far as that particular day was concerned Quite a few of my candidates Were not responding to my calls And what was worse Was the fact that it was raining cats and dogs In fact, my boss, who was on the way to office Got stuck somewhere in between And ultimately gave up the ghost Deciding to work from home instead!! He also instructed me and my colleague to leave office As soon as we were done with all our critical work Since we both had brought our lunch We decided to leave after eating However, our troubles for the day Were just about to begin It was raining heavier than ever Just as we left office Accompanied by an acquaintance Trains were not running on the Western line Thus, we were forced to walk all the way to Currey Road Instead of Lower Parel, which was much nearer Meanwhile, my colleague, who was residing in Girgaum Decided to take a taxi home While our acquaintance gave me company Since his home was near Sion Which falls on the Central line And is on the way to Vikhroli Where I was supposed to get down However, just as we entered Currey Road station The enormity of the situation Struck us with the force of a bullet There was a sea of people And a rope was placed in the middle of the platform In order to control the crowd On the left side of the platform, there was a local Which was apparently stuck there for quite some time And on the right, the track was heavily waterlogged All these were ominous signs That something was seriously wrong Well, we boarded the local And were lucky to get seats It was a silver lining In the darkness that was about to follow The train was in no hurry to depart Whenever I heard the sound of its motors My heart would leap with a mixture of joy and relief Since it seemed to indicate that we would start soon However, it didn't take me long to realise That all my hopes had been dashed The fact was that the motors had to be switched on and off Every now and then Just in order to keep the engine running In the middle of all the chaos caused by the rains Yes, the situation was so chaotic That a few reporters had a field day Meanwhile, I checked in on my colleague And his feeble voice told its own story He had to walk all the way From Mumbai Central, where the taxi was forced to drop him Till his home in Girgaum!! Moreover, our acquaintance invited me to walk with him till Sion So that we could have an adventure!! However, I was in absolutely no mood for such stuff As all I wanted, was to reach home in one piece No matter how long it took However, the hours slowly tricked by And the local showed absolutely no signs of moving Again though, there was a silver lining In the middle of all this darkness A Marathi NGO magnificently rose to the occasion And started distributing packets of food to the stranded passengers It was truly like a godsend And helped me keep my wits about As afternoon turned to evening And evening to night While the water on the right side track Was rising higher and higher And it soon dawned on me That the unthinkable was about to happen That is, I had no choice But to spend the night at Currey Road station!!! Yes, it was an unpleasant situation indeed But I decided to face it anyway Since the station was a safe place after all And as we all know One is always safer in a crowd Of course, sleeping wasn't going to be an easy task I tried various positions Each more uncomfortable than the other Before finally dropping off to sleep More out of sheer exhaustion than anything else When I eventually woke up Things were slowly limping back to normal Trains had started moving in the opposite direction Eventually we departed as well Though at a snail's pace And had a few unscheduled stops on the way When we reached Sion, there came the next twist in the tale We were stuck for one and a half hours And I began to fear That history would repeat itself However, God was merciful enough To ensure that it didn't happen In fact, after we crossed Kurla We resumed our usual pace And reached Vikhroli in almost no time I was home by around 11 am And was greeted by my family Who were thoroughly relieved And also full of praise Since I had maintained my cool In such a difficult and unforeseen situation Ultimately, it had turned out to be an adventure worth reliving Even if not the kind of adventure That the acquaintance had embarked upon And wanted me to be part of
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The Sun is setting but the heat keeps rising And as the moon comes up I look for all the hope I'm not finding I look for escape but there's only 2 left in the pack I'm just so tempted to leave and promise I'm coming back There's a stench Eminating from my home and it's not the trash I'm drenched in fear, im not alone and it's spreading like a rash There's only so much time left but I can't think fast enough I'm under all this stress and heat but still not a diamond in the rough
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Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC
The situation
relationships are water on the rock erosion rust on iron corrosion a match to nitroglycerin explosions it's love undeniable minor indiscretions unbeknownst to you picked apart it's having someone reliable to leave you stranded and alone in your moments dark joy undescribable when you're stabbed in the heart
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May 23, 2021
May 23, 2021 at 8:04 PM UTC
Reactions
Master of Arts The soul of mine, I cannot find! I’m lost in the ocean, amongst crashing waves — I’m almost blind! Mastering of Arts, I beg of you — let the fates be kind I have been good, haven’t I? I’ve fed my body well and kept my healthy veins — ... my mistake was that I hadn’t fed another anything but grains — But, I don’t understand? I too am a man! with needs of my own, and I support a wealthy land! I have wives that lay by me, I feed them well with my hand Is that not enough for you master? Sight o’foreseeable! What comes of me now? too lay like a fish? I hope that comes by faster! The waves ripple, the water crashing by at my feet I scatter away, frightened by the coming dribble The sky was turning dark — an upcoming storm was to pass by, I had no shelter and nothing here to eat My stomach growled, too loud of a sound It had been awhile since it’d done that, I was always kept satisfied Now, nothing’s here — not fishes nor ground The sky roared, electrified The storm was approaching too soon! No blues, No light loomed Overhead. Only the thundering boom. Too much to bear! Too much too weigh! Oh Master of Arts! I’m sorry I hadn’t looked down the lanes! I saw them too, Ah! They had been too frail and somber! Starving all day! Forgive me, Master! I won’t make another... the seas are crashing courses with their waves, Stronger each time, “I don’t have all day to be saved!” But lightning struck, and I swore to keep my place in line now isn’t the time to be a swine! Selfishness is another seed to be taken, enough to make you blind Master of Arts I swear to you, I’ll pay more mind to the frail, aching bodies of the souls in need I have enough — I swear it! — to feed! Master of Arts, Let the fates be kind.. I swear I have changed, my mind, my acts, my scroll Amidst all I have realized My role
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May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 11:32 AM UTC
Selfish man at Sea
Master of Arts The soul of mine, I cannot find! I’m lost in the ocean, amongst crashing waves — I’m almost blind! Mastering of Arts, I beg of you — let the fates be kind I have been good, haven’t I? I’ve fed my body well and kept my healthy veins — ... my mistake was that I hadn’t fed another anything but grains — But, I don’t understand? I too am a man! with needs of my own, and I support a wealthy land! I have wives that lay by me, I feed them well with my hand Is that not enough for you master? Sight o’foreseeable! What comes of me now? too lay like a fish? I hope that comes by faster! The waves ripple, the water crashing by at my feet I scatter away, frightened by the coming dribble The sky was turning dark — an upcoming storm was to pass by, I had no shelter and nothing here to eat My stomach growled, too loud of a sound It had been awhile since it’d done that, I was always kept satisfied Now, nothing’s here — not fishes nor ground The sky roared, electrified The storm was approaching too soon! No blues, No light loomed Overhead. Only the thundering boom. Too much to bear! Too much too weigh! Oh Master of Arts! I’m sorry I hadn’t looked down the lanes! I saw them too, Ah! They had been too frail and somber! Starving all day! Forgive me, Master! I won’t make another... the seas are crashing courses with their waves, Stronger each time, “I don’t have all day to be saved!” But lightning struck, and I swore to keep my place in line now isn’t the time to be a swine! Selfishness is another seed to be taken, enough to make you blind Master of Arts I swear to you, I’ll pay more mind to the frail, aching bodies of the souls in need I have enough — I swear it! — to feed! Master of Arts, Let the fates be kind.. I swear I have changed, my mind, my acts, my scroll Amidst all I have realized My role
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Rehearsed confessions they'll never hear Single-file tears they'll never see Panicked thoughts run wild Anxious emotions that will never be free Because after all there's nothing wrong with me Wearing my flawless masks Riddled with smiles that don't belong to me And so all my answers remained the same My entire life brought together in automated responses
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Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 6:39 AM UTC
Automated Responses
Eyes so gray as storm clouds gather and heaven looks away the wind comes strong and what is left of me crashes against the rocks the rest of me goes astray.
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Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Jagged lighthouse
Maximum threshold The pain multiplied tenfold It's raining outside Shipwrecked and stranded On the mast, wait for sunset This goes on for days Starving and marooned Here comes forth a mighty swoon Staring at the moon Now comes a big wave It could easily drown you Sapped of your last strength A bright light beams down A helicopter above! Deep breath, you've been found Something isn't right The copter is out of gas Alas, it crashes It was meant to be The hands of fate decided Both wash out to sea
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Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
Search and Rescue (Haiku)
If all these people hated me will you hate me as well? If all these people laugh at me will you laugh with them? If all these people left me stranded will you leave me as well? Well, everything is left unsaid
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May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
All these people
A sailor without a ship A shoulder missing a chip Chaotic control slipping off my grip Chained to unreasonable complacence Calmness as a God You disappear into the fog While life sails on by singing sweet goodbyes
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Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 4:04 PM UTC
Sailor without a Ship
All at once Or nothing at all— I’m falling— Blackhole kind of lovely lines Cutting cross my angled fists These endless daunting lists I fill to burn.
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Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 4:13 AM UTC
Secret of Life
Love comes with the season. Or so they say. But the seasons come and go. So, do we play?? We are stranded here, off love... Do we stay??
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Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 1:04 PM UTC
Does it??
I’m starting to feel Less and less poetic Like a part of me Is slowly being drained But not replaced Hollow and shallow I cannot not be a poet For it has grown to be A huge important part of me Assisting in who I am And what I want to be But I already feel stranded Far out in the sea
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 7:51 AM UTC
My Poet, Lost at Sea
Flashing back to the day when i was hated Stray me was stranded I did nothing but everything's just graded Innocent me was cheated Some mistakes have been banded Anger won't be melted Sweetner brought a bitter at taste All i want is being faded Shout out to universe, wish it would be granted
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Stranded
Stranded on a deserted island, Confused and terrified With nothing on her hand Struggles to think straight by the seaside Her soul screams As she lies down on the hot sand For her life seems so faraway Reality becomes a nightmare Even on the sunniest, clear sky day Feels like a moonless, pitch-black night to her Although the swaying palm trees give out a warm breeze, It's still unlike the warmth she feels at home
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Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
Stranded
Well... sometimes I wish I could be alone, and sometimes I really feel alone. And it's a nice feeling for the most part. But having people who you can trust and be open with and love is always a nice thought. Despite the fact that most of the time they leave you stranded and isolated... but that's the beauty of numbness
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Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
The Beauty of Numbness