Titleless poems on Hello Poetry

Elioinai Georgia May 2018

Titleless

Here I am
Sitting by my desk
With an excellent poem
Waiting to read
All I need is a title
Then I'll be famous
But no I'm titleless
That's it I'll name it titleless
Now I shall be famous

By Elioinai Georgia

Devin Asher Corry Jul 2012

Titleless

Twice. onetwo.
INDEPENDENT.
Why not?
NeverbeforehaveIbeen.
Get
in
line.
Put on your wool coat.
And
Get
back
in
line.
Dye your hair to match your
neighbor's car.
A sweet
summer
bluesky.
Drive until your rubber kisses the neighbor's curb.
Jump out and
GET
BACK
IN
LINE

Robert Guerrero Feb 2013

Titleless Poem

As I sit on the beach
To watch the sun set
I think to myself
How is it that I loved
Yet was never loved

Fear has struck me cold
Like a chilling wind
It will blow over
Lost to the shadows
Never to be loved again

By as much beauty
As yourself
Has used it for evil
Poisoning heart
As you walk that war filled path

I have no good memories
I only have this Titleless poem
To remind myself to
Never love unless loved by first

One of the most ancient poems I have

Ek Aug 2018

Titleless poem #4/∞

I'm so stupid I'm so dumb
I'm so naive I'm so young
I'm so easy I'm so impressed
I'm so hasty I'm so obsessed

#young #love #stupid #obsessesion

Matt Nov 2021

Titleless

Crows caw
And the women chatter
While trees saw
A thousand matters
And a cats claw
And the wind carries
Whispers old and new
While, there, married
The fools who haven’t a clue
The voices within
Die in ignorance
Surface sighted men
Are idiots to patience
A thousand voices quieted
To the world rested in palms
As no appetites are wetted
We’ve forgotten old psalms
Gone is what matters
Supple sustenance for soul
Replaced by glass shattered
Yet the heart still grows
Nay it starves
For sustenance denied
Chosen laws’ Harvard
And empty A.I.
A thousand voices quieted
Craving cars within
Superficially saturated
Inside your Gods’ light dims
And restless is Morpheus
Emptied is Khemenu’s basin
Writing to your inner Boethius
And the day is out
I’ve been here since night
Watching the thoughtless come about
Enter prison, now returned in sight
Back are the chattering women
Gone is the silent respite
Abandoned is Gods Heaven
Be it not for the last flicker of light
But the Old Ones have spoken
Hymns of liberation
Visions be woven
Songs of man’s abomination
Dance and joy
Lust and pride
Forget the inner boy
Behind left a sight wide
Traded for shallow waters
Cyclopean cities of nigh
Tapped by the unbothered
Phantom of the dead city R’lyeh
Your newfound liberation is devolution
Freedom is your cage
For thoughts ceased their convolution
Once again bound by animal rage
Inward no
Outward tempts
Surface grows
Depth nonexistent
Pretentious know it alls
Who know nothing
In their selfish muse they fall
Without an original thought of something
And the wild kingdom
Expands its reign
Filled by blind fandom
And Zealous feign
The Old One herds it’s sheep
Eyes turned off
Their minds gone to sleep
While the unwilling scoff
They count their days
But the unicorn finds arrogance
For to the cattle they’ll fall prey
For they’ve abandoned their righteous penance
Forget the last as you commit the next
Crime, how soon until the ultimate crime
Hope not for the fallen, for let’s
Wash clean our soul in brine
But prey not fall to the Beast
Of the sea
Ready for your soul feast
To devour your faith and dreams
But still His word you pervert
And winged demon still steals
As His will you subvert
Your life turned into its meal
For they’ve abandoned their gift
Of independence
The point has been missed
And we are all so dependent
God is in the TV
Question and answers that are hard to solve
Oh Darling, please believe me
The darkest hour is right before the dawn
Yourself forgotten
A thousand faces in your mirror
Each day a new allotment
Not your voice, but theirs you hear
Valorless galore
Against the Krakens tide
Because their thoughts matter more
Your true self hides
The bird has rid its wings
A bird it is no more
And forgotten how to sing
A bird it is no more
Lions Pride becomes Hordes Chant
They’ve died and returned a Lich
Not a King, just a scamp
Just another stitch
There, there lies bones apart
Empty within
How can your revolution start
When with yourself you can’t begin
Turn back time
Reach into before
Bathe with the swine
Across a barren shore
Take your hatred out of me
I don’t have to listen
Campaign speech of liberty
Theatre masks gone missing
Love and joy
War and peace
Meat and soy
Sinner and the priest
You are everything
And I am one
Your hate deliberating
Murdered is the one
I am the animal
Who will not be himself
Thought unfathomable
Unrealized hell
Demons whisper in your ear
And I start to hear them
Your will a fulfilled fear
From you, Baal stems
Pride and humility
A spectrums range
Greed and charity
Perspectives change
Across the water
Unfairness praised
Unjust no bother
Open eyes hazed
What’s it then if I find my demise
A number for their ends
Begone to those who dare question
Just a means to their end

#poem #love #sad #joy #pound #italy #america #east #middle

Onoma Dec 2013

Titleless

~I was an accomplice
to the crime of wasted
Beauty...upon noticing
her...she acquitted me...
laughing free...dom.
She saying: "What do
you mean accomplice,
you were the sole perpetrator
until you noticed me...never
forget the Beauty in Ugly!!!"
I took on the ineffability
of you...my prized buffoonery.
You are massively disruptive...
my only mourning commute...
peace be on you ...as the rain
you love to hear at night.
I can't help but now understand
what can't break its fall...and how
deeply the earth drinks of it.

danielle m Oct 2011

titleless(loss)

a meaning two in one
thy shattered heart divine
make haste please silent bullet
let thyne life be mine

Oh No One Jul 2013

Titleless

White clouds simplify existence
Overviewing people from those clouds complicates it.
Living life well is hard to do
When you don't know what it can mean to do it.
Counting stars splinter in the sky,
Confirming that the universe will never vanish

Courtney Dougal Nov 2011

titleless

Of fate and fury
behind blundered blurry
down the trodden plight
to night
will be one of fancy fine
feasts set with the best wine
dance my young fertile
friend for it will not last a long while
don’t fret
but place your bet
on the previous past lives
that’s how they got their wives
its time to grow and become a man
set the pace and take it, you can
implant yourself deep inside
let it ride
yes, finally the scene is set
now the women are left in debt.

Luke West Aug 2020

TiTleLEsS

I am titleless in my ways
Stuck in the cage
Writing about the weight
Body pressed against the grates
I have abandoned the house to turn to rubble
I have run away, I have been delivered to trouble
Kept captive by the old thoughts, the old desires.
Who am I? I am master of none
But I am all of it, all of the thoughts, all of the pain and all of the love
Titleless in my ways,
The iron heart starts to rust
Chips away at the feelings I had, until uh-oh, I feel nothing
The pain of feeling nothing at all, the pain of having no pain, I fall
To ground and get back up, only to be knocked into the pool of blood
I shake it off, smile and walk, acting like everything’s all kept up
I write and I write and keep writing for hours,
But oh-no! My mind starts to sour.
My only outlet, my way to escape, has turned me into nothing but a lonely man, trapped in the cage.
Finally, I escape, when the Chimera dies, a relief to myself, until I realize, it only grows the blight
So where am I now, who am I? I am me, the facade of personality.
Am I me, or are any of us really them? I know who I am. I’m insanity.
And this isn’t the end, oh no, it’s not. But for now, I have nothing to write, oh no, I do not.
Because every time I try to keep going, I get stuck, and I run out of luck, out of words, out of time, out of anything at all, except thoughts, but what do thoughts do, without paper?
What do thoughts do, without a feeling? I do not have these because of the block, I want to go back to my house, but I am completely blocked.
The house is my sanity, my name, it’s me,
but I ventured out a little too far, and then I was trapped, trapped, within bars.
Don’t worry, I escaped, I busted the cage, but only to be blocked, on my way in.
The desires so close, they flash and they die, maybe someday I’ll get them, for now, I can only try.
So I will return, with a title, next time, but until then, goodbye.
Until then, I will try, to chip this block, to cure this blight, to heal this wound, to keep my hopes alive. For now, I will try. I. Will. Try.

(Chimera has two meanings; a monster, and old memories that you yearn for again)

#mental #mentalhealth

Ek May 2018

Titleless poem #2/∞

On the night of my 16th winter
I found within me a heart that withered
Like a plum purple grape
Left out in the sun on a gold plate

Ek May 2018

Titleless poem #3/∞

Living in my mind
flying high
free of life
please line me down

Chain me down toward the ground
Force me to be earthbound
Strip me of my thought
Lace me with thorn cots

Ek Aug 2018

Titleless poem #5/∞

Why do we lament about the loss of light
when there is so much to be uncovered
in the dark?

#light #dark

Tiffany May 2014

Titleless

Just accept what I say
When I tell you I’m fine
I’m scared what you’d think
If you knew I’d crossed the line

You were clear from the start
You weren’t in for keeps
But the longer you’re with me
I can’t help how my heart beats

I’ve never really known love
I’d mainly kept to myself
You were the first
To drag me from my shell

What scares me more than anything
Is what will happen when you’re gone
How do I find someone who wants me
How can I possibly hope to move on

Khomotso Josie Manaka Apr 2015

Titleless

A knock on his door got him rattled
He looked for his keys but they were all entangled
Little did he know the door was never locked
She pushed her way in and he just stood there shocked
Pause! She has a beautiful smile
Woah! How is she so pretty and yet alone?

He believes she is poker-faced
Only because he has never been so amazed
He never believed it could ever happen
Only because his previous door was broken
What puzzles him is the past
Because of it, he battles to trust
Though the past defines nothing
He still believes it may ruin everything
He thinks he cannot change a thing
What makes it difficult is his stereotypical soul
That got him thinking no she-being can ever be whole
But she believes she can save him from this bitterness
Because she genuinely likes him

Raiven Everett Jun 2018

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[ Titleless ]

In these times
i believed so distant
to be non-existent
i dread life

i say i love him
making him my life
sounds so cliche

i wish i could say such at this moment
i was so sure
it feels so far
that first time we smiled
though many miles apart
i believed him to be my life
feeling his light so near
as an embrace of my lover

these times are the keys
to the locked part of my mind
the ones i enter
and see all the photos of my memories

the room of grief
upon agony as my tears swell up
as everything i believed in comes to mind
and crashing like the ocean tide back at me
not to embrace me
with such light anymore

i feel like ive gone in a circle ive always seen
i want to trust
yet i remain crying
upon this room
i want to be free
but i cant move....

my eyes submerged into the photos of my memories
my father getting stabbed...
my grandfather dying
seeing things others find nuts
being put through abuse of life
and father

i begin to wonder why am i alive
as the rooms shift
a blank white wall
all too normal to belief
yet all i can do stare

hospital
the word that comes to mind
taints my eyes as the white becomes
a blinding light
and a hospital bed is all i see
staring down at my hands all i can see is my heros hand
cold

insanity takes grasp once more
as it shows me like a lost puppy
the direction
as another who i believed in
but died...
all i felt was fear as my wrists became scarred
and a knife dug into my back

i lie there
pondering if i wanted to truly die
and if i still do
as reality comes back
among my sight restored
to the white ceiling of my room
i see blood splattered on my room
and believe such to be true in due time

if this fears you
brings to tears or anger
my apologises
as this is written as feelings of my reality

trying to understand me is to accept this
to realize what i see is glitter and rainbows
to see i am scared
and not to disappear
to love me is to be the guiding hand
to be near me you must see
i am much weaker
than put out to be

if such is not alright my apologises
as my silence will be
as a probability of fear
my words become of distant memory
as many
disappear
with this i must say goodbye as the belief
in my mind
is to speak it
but the walls block such
as once be stated
love me as me
then further to understand me
will be soon of greater truth

jan oskar hansensapopt Jan 2019

titleless

Titleless
A rock fell
Off the mountain
I listened
For the last echo,
Heard a sigh.

Ek May 2018

Titleless poem #1/∞

An ethereal breath that dawned upon her chest
Cementing her soul into my bones

Josh Mayesh Jul 2017

Titleless

Yes, I sit here softly screaming
As I lie,
bolt upright,
dreaming,
Of the sun, at night start rising
On a winter's day in June.

I had entered
while leaving
From a puzzle not deceiving,
That I argued compromising
'til the dawn of afternoon.

Can you grasp the open
meaning
Of the lines I've set here
Streaming,
Can you taste the words I'm writing,
Do you see their silent tune?
No:
I feel you,
softly, screaming
As you sit there,
sprawled
out,
dreaming,
Of the sun one morning
setting
On a winter's night in June.

Kabiru Dec 2022

Titleless

Standing right there in the room
I could feel your strong presence
I am sure I saw some movement

...a gasp of breath probably the very final
...a twitch a faint one for sure

the floor shifted,
you had won,
but you lingered on,

if only I was brave enough to ask you why,
can this one soul please just come back and bid us all farewell
Parting, is, sorrowful

Ek Dec 2018

Titleless poem #6/∞

Death won't hit you
like a truck
or
like a blade
Death is a gas
that you slowly
inhale

hmmmmmm ive no experience with death b ut ii like this one anyway

#death #pain #sorrow #grief

Asmita Mar 2018

Titleless

Titleless
O the one, I have to discover
lost in the chaos, you nature lover...

Thinking of the turn you took
to live your way, by hook or crook
sleeping in the dark, wearing the sky
on the mat of green grass, wet or dry
Standing on the terrace, lost in the stars
amazed by the subtle reality of ours.
walking the path, a few ever try
without even saying, "Why me" Why,
trying to fly
from the public eye
to identify
who am I...

O you beautiful soul,
behaving as if drowned in a blackhole,
finding the goal;

Hiding a universe,
while writing this verse,
a world that only your secret diary knows
or the subconscious river which inside flows

O my dear romantic fool,
you must dance in the Luontoa pool,
it took years and years to become what you are
So, please smile like a wild sunflower...

Raiven Everett Jun 2018

Titleless

In these times
i believed so distant
to be non-existent
i dread life

i say i love him
making him my life
sounds so cliche

i wish i could say such at this moment
i was so sure
it feels so far
that first time we smiled
though many miles apart
i believed him to be my life
feeling his light so near
as an embrace of my lover

these times are the keys
to the locked part of my mind
the ones i enter
and see all the photos of my memories

the room of grief
upon agony as my tears swell up
as everything i believed in comes to mind
and crashing like the ocean tide back at me
not to embrace me
with such light anymore

i feel like ive gone in a circle ive always seen
i want to trust
yet i remain crying
upon this room
i want to be free
but i cant move....

my eyes submerged into the photos of my memories
my father getting stabbed...
my grandfather dying
seeing things others find nuts
being put through abuse of life
and father

i begin to wonder why am i alive
as the rooms shift
a blank white wall
all too normal to belief
yet all i can do stare

hospital
the word that comes to mind
taints my eyes as the white becomes
a blinding light
and a hospital bed is all i see
staring down at my hands all i can see is my heros hand
cold

insanity takes grasp once more
as it shows me like a lost puppy
the direction
as another who i believed in
but died...
all i felt was fear as my wrists became scarred
and a knife dug into my back

i lie there
pondering if i wanted to truly die
and if i still do
as reality comes back
among my sight restored
to the white ceiling of my room
i see blood splattered on my room
and believe such to be true in due time

if this fears you
brings to tears or anger
my apologises
as this is written as feelings of my reality

trying to understand me is to accept this
to realize what i see is glitter and rainbows
to see i am scared
and not to disappear
to love me is to be the guiding hand
to be near me you must see
i am much weaker
than put out to be

if such is not alright my apologises
as my silence will be
as a probability of fear
my words become of distant memory
as many
disappear
with this i must say goodbye as the belief
in my mind
is to speak it
but the walls block such
as once be stated
love me as me
then further to understand me
will be soon of greater truth

nim Oct 2021

Titleless

i'm tired of feeling weak
in a way that makes me even weaker;
i want back the old flame
which spited the logic of being ill.
little flame, whose reflection
shines on the window
and makes me beautiful;
all over again,
i would die for you.

Mary Anne Norton Oct 2020

Titleless

My mind goes too fast
Putting words down on paper
So there's no title

n i c k t h e g o b l i n Apr 2020

Titleless

Sometimes
I will see a sharp thing
And ask myself
How I could smuggle it
To use on my skin
But then I remember that it's not okay
For me to do that
It's not okay
That I want to see blood flowing from my wounds
Just to embody
What is happening in my head
But I don't feel that kind of pain
And when a do
A sharp thing
Is no longer my escape

So I wonder why
I think so much about it
Too much about
I don't want to do that anymore
It has been romanticized way too much
To be broken and let some guy
Rescue you
I no longer find release in sharp things
Trust me

I started to notice that I want to steal things that could help me cut myself, and when I did I would just look at and wonder why I did that. I don't want to, it's not my release, it's not my escape, but I want it very badly for no reason other than I got addicted to it, and I want it back. DON'T FALL INTO THE SAME TRAP I DID. YOU ARE AMAZING!!!!!!

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