#deep poems on Hello Poetry

Dario Tinajero 1m

Clam

What is deep in the ocean, that fishermen beg to find? I’d say, a clam, clams which shut so coldly and feel rough on the skin. This is me. Clams are treasures which hold themselves in high regard — they care not of their grim appearance and smell of kelp. I have never seen a clam, but I know I’ve felt it. Like a secret bond, I feel it.

Breathe, says the clam. Breathe and do not feel or smell but remember. For we are treasures, like the serenity of a crisp moonlit night, with a peace and knowledge of an angel itself. Clams breathe, and do not mind their place in a world of predator and prey.

Whereas, my scent and feelings, my very breathing is powered by the intrusive thoughts which every human experiences once in a while. I say why is this, and the clam says breathe. I feel the sadness of an empty void and the clam says breathe. I look inside my heart for the treasure that my mother has promised is there all my life, and the clam only says “breathe.”

Now, replaced by the breathing, was silence.
And in this silence I realized where I was.
My heart wept in the abyss of a blackened sea.

I breathed with the clam,
I rose, almost floated.
I was. It was.

I breathed to see the surface once again.
A glimpse of my treasure.

I’ve been feeling quite like a clam recently

#deep #ocean #peace #breathing

Taha Syed 1d

Come On

What did we now speak,
For all this world hears,
Waht did we now keep,
For the surrounding bears,

With me this wound deep,
Afar within, of this pace,
That ever solemnity ponders,
What we shall seap and lace,

Is it Hope!!!

Towards glory, Towards hope, We'll be ever along this beauteous cope.

#affection #deep #forus #eversurpassingus

Francesca 1d

At Death's Edge

Gently,
you press the chill of death against my brow,
a tender crown of frost and ash.
What is this trembling within my ribs—
this flutter,
this frantic bird trapped in a hollow cage?

I am emptied,
scraped clean from the inside out.
I have wished for nothing more than this ending,
nothing more than the stillness behind the veil.

Yet shadows mutter like old ghosts,
their whispers clawing at my ears.
They watch me from a distance,
their eyes like nails.

A faint, feral fear creeps up my spine—
it drags its teeth along my nerves,
punishing me for wanting release.
This is all I asked for,
all I begged for,
and still I flinch before the threshold.

Because when death draws near,
your face—
a memory, a wound—
splinters into my mind.
You drift through me like smoke,
and I am undone again,
caught between the hunger to vanish
and the ache of remembering you.

#death #deep #romance #broken #sad #lost #emotional #dramatic #life #love

Francesca 5d

The Art Of Ache

You loved me half,
for never whole,
you held my body—
yet missed my soul.

"We accept the love we think we deserve," they say,
and in your arms, I learned the cost of staying in your ways.
I drowned in devotion, while you stayed ashore,
clutching my hands, but never wanting more.

You kissed my lips, but not my name,
I was your comfort, but never your flame.
Maybe to you, this was all a game,
but I played it with blood, not tokens the same.

For I gave you trust that bent and bled,
built a home from words you never said.
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here,"
and I found them dwelling in your silence, near.

You loved my body, yet feared my depth,
you lingered in presence but absent in breath.
The weight of your half-love became my chain,
a quiet betrayal dressed up as refrain.

And now I’m left, misunderstood,
a loss that cuts deeper than it should.
For grief is sharpest when it hides in disguise—
the death of a love that never fully arrived.

Carried us longer than I knew I could,
a love that burned past the kindling of should.
Yet what is love, if not the art of ache?
"We are all fools in love," and fools do break.

I leave your half for something whole,
a love that will cradle both my body and soul.

#deep #love #sad #overthinking #intense #emotional #relationship #numb #lost #stramded

MelancholiasDaughter 6d

Tormented soul

After months apart,
there you were.
In flesh and blood.

You hoped you could
grasp the light
I once gave you.
To fill that cold hollowness
in your chest.
The cure you keep chasing.

You were suffering,
and I realized
you have always been
a tormented soul.

Constantly searching
for the light
you cannot find within.
And after you abused
your only source of it,
you are left gasping,
out of oxygen.
Like a fish above land,
desperately trying to survive,
you choke on the absence of
the light that once carried
your tormented soul.

- My light is no longer
yours to claim.

#relationship #breakup #healing #light #selfhate #selflove #love #soul #deep

Francesca 7d

The Ways You Killed Me

You were the first flame I had ever touched,
Yet I misplaced the burn for warmth.
I thought I had found forever
in the brief flicker of your eyes,
a sanctuary where my heart could rest,
a name my soul could grow old beside.

But you—
you fed me hope like poisoned wine.
You spoke of no time for love,
yet spilled your hours so freely
to the laughter of your friends,
leaving me starved
at the edge of your silence.

And something in me died.

Not loudly,
not with shouts or shattering glass,
but quietly—
like a candle smothered by its own smoke.
I became hollow,
a stranger in my own skin,
my reflection blurred,
my name unspoken in my own mouth.

You didn’t just leave—
you unraveled me.
Thread by thread,
belief by belief,
until nothing was left
but a numb echo
of the girl who thought love
meant home.

Yet, now I wander through myself
like a house abandoned,
every room still haunted
by the ghost of a first love
that never learned
how to stay.

#sad #emotional #relationship #deep #distant #lost #love #selfimage

Francesca Sep 22

The Ghost Of Us

There is an eerie silence in waiting—
a hollow ache where time unravels,
a chair left empty,
a breath caught between the ribs
when a shadow
or a song
reminds me of you.

We were not ready—
two trembling hands
unable to hold without breaking.
Perhaps in another life
we will be braver.

But here,
the silence screams louder than words.
The phone glows blank—
a cruel rejection without your voice.
I push it away,
as though distance could sever the pulse
that binds me still to you.

I do not miss you—
not in the way the world defines missing.
I do not yearn for love—
not in the way stories paint it sweet.
Yet somewhere,
a buried vein of me
still bleeds your name.

In the uneasy hush of maybe,
I linger here—
in the half-lit corridor
where absence hums like a haunting.

And nothing haunts me more
than the ghost
of what we could have been.

#sad #deep #pain #numb #relationship #depression #lost #breakup #overthinking

Nick Sep 17

Beautifully Yellow

Yes, But Do You Know You Deserve the World

Through the sunshine and the rainbows,
through the dark and stormy nights,
your light shone the brightest,
and whomever it touched, it lit their world.

And in that light, do you know

you deserve the yellow of the sunflower below?
Your gleeful smile thawed the frost in the air,
rushing into me and all around me—
like the fresh breath of air on a winter morning,
like drops of water slipping through a cracked rock,
carrying beauty in an ethereal glow.

And maybe you don’t see it,

you changed me and the world around you.
Your words carried a voice of reason,
filled with warmth and understanding—
sometimes childish and playful,
but always fiercely protective,
like the sunflower guarding its yellow.

So I tell you again,
your eyes shine bright like the stars above
Your radiant smile took the blue out of my day,
set butterflies to dance in the world’s wake
Even when your cries dampened the world below,
in my eyes you still appear so beautifully yellow,
since the day I first saw your glow.

#poetry #poem #writing #writer #sad #alone #deep #life #feelings #emotions