#closed poems on Hello Poetry

maria Apr 2020

we are missing it all
closed inside those doors
keeping faith
became a war
what are we fighting for
and for what growth?

feeling betrayed from the world
written on April 11, 2020
© ,Maria

#locked #lockdown #thoughts #faith #war #growth #fight #closed

Michael R Burch Apr 2020

Mare Clausum

Mare Clausum
by Michael R. Burch

These are the narrows of my soul—
dark waters pierced by eerie, haunting screams.
And these uncharted islands bleakly home
wild nightmares and deep, strange, forbidding dreams.

Please don’t think to find pearls’ pale, unearthly glow
within its shoals, nor corals in its reefs.
For, though you seek to salvage Love, I know
that vessel lists, and night brings no relief.

Pause here, and look, and know that all is lost;
then turn, and go; let salt consume, and rust.
This sea is not for sailors, but the ******
who lingered long past morning, till they learned

why it is named:
Mare Clausum.

Originally published by Penny Dreadful. Keywords/Tags: mare, clausum, closed, sea, narrows, shoals, reefs, uncharted, islands, wreckage, shipwreck, damage, dark, tides, waters, surf, stranded, Robinson Crusoe

#mare #clausum #closed #sea #narrows #shoals #reefs #uncharted #islands #wreckage

Somewhatdamaged Jan 2020

Conversation With Self

Closed every door by myself.
Struggling even to stand up.
Burning within, back facing the floor
barely breathing
barely alive.
one thing running through my mind,
What if I knew back then
what I know right now?
What I really was
and now I'm ****** up in between!

Now is no time for whining
no place to complain.
Your aggression, turn it to focus.
Its like the fuel,
burn it to race your raging engine!
Might've been failing
but never stop trying.
After all you've been through
Or all that could've been,
now you've come closer
to what you've been doing!

#closed #barely #what #if #know #fuel #engine #closer

Leah Jan 2020

tragedy of life

it is so funny and yet so sad
yet so foolish
we go to places we don't want to
we talk to people we prefer not to
we do things we will never want to
it is a comedy
it is a tragedy
you can call it the genocide of our generation
you can call it miserable living
but yet somehow it is still funny

#genocide #our #life #foolish #closed #minds #mind #living

Sydney V Dec 2019

Shop Windows

When I was eight,
I would press myself
against the creaky floorboards
of my home
and listen
to their tired groans
of protest from my weight
atop them,
as I ripped the caps
off Sharpies,
and let the ink
spread across the plastic wrap
like a flare.
I’d stick my confused
colorful Picassos
into an oven
and watch in awe
as the wrap
would shrink
and fold in on itself
appearing smaller
to the world.
Now,
at twenty
I no longer listen
to the groans
from my creaky
childhood home,
I listen–
to the murmurs
from the black
cellophane wrapped
shop windows and signs
of tired buildings
tired of wearing
faces, to great
the masses
of the world
that don’t show.

Sorry I have been missing in action, it's finals week this week and next for me and school and I have also just been struggling mentally a bit. Anyways, here is my latest poem idea, it's still a work in progress, but it felt nice to write something new! The idea started with Shrinky **** wraps, an old thing I would play around with as a kid and then spiraled into whatever this mess of a poem is.

To my few followers... Much Love - Sydney

#closed #business #childhood #growing #moving

b Nov 2019

two statues

my class ends at 11:30 and ill
be home by 12.
so little in this world can give me
comfort like a closed door and a
grey sky through a
curtain.

#closed #curtain #call #grey #sky #12 #11 #class #home

Andra Sep 2019

24/14

june.

a year.
it's been a year since i have been a totally different person.
and i don't know if i should
thank you
or
hate you
for turning me into
this person that can't love
anymore.
this person that can't feel
anymore.
this person that doesn't care
anymore.

everything is flat and colourless.
everything is 1D now

and i miss those moments when
i felt everything so strongly that i wanted to smash my head against the walls.

i feel that now,
but out of frustration that
nothing wakes up in me.
nothing good.

only tar, mud and slimey walls.

i look in the mirror and all i can see
is a pale, skinny, vacant face.

and i pull myself
to be like before.
before you.

but she is so foreign from me
that i don't know how to get to her.
how to rediscover her.

and like this
i drag myself
from one day to the other
hoping that
tomorrow
it will be
better.

closed in a dark soundproof room
which i can't escape.

and you...
you think i'm hopping around picking flowers...

#darkness #closed #feelings #hate #love #myself #lost #you #tomorrow #walls