Wheeping poems on Hello Poetry

Justin van Weerden Feb 2015

A little girls weeps
Every second till she sleeps
Throughout the night she fights the tears
But they keep coming along with her fears
Her deepest fear is not waking up the next day
It's because what the doctor said that day
He said: ,, you're sick and have one year''
That's one year ago She thinks with fear
She does not want to die
And thinks why me........? why?

An old man weeps
Every second till he sleeps
Throughout the night he fights the tears But they keep coming along with his fears His deepest fear is waking up the next day It's because what the doctor said that day He said: ,,you're sick but we can not help you.
The authorities don't let us there's nothing we can do''
And the old man just wants it to end
So he won't have to feel anymore of the torment
He just wants to die
And thinks why me........? why?

We can fly to the moon but we can't help the girl with her pain
Still we can help the man but leave him wheeping in the cold rain
Do you think that It's fair
Or don't you even care

#life #pain #death #struggle #unfair

Daisy Vallely Oct 2016

Blue Romance

Her blue hips carry me into her womb,
where the melody of her crashing waves sound like the notes of an ethereal harp dancing through the chilled evening air.
Among all the lost messages in glass bottles floating through a liquid eternity, one read the name of her lover,
who ripped her heart from the sea.
Eventually, each bottle washed up into the arms the shore,
Yet,
The bottle that contained her lover’s name remained in the curves of the ocean, traveling through her body's maze.

My heart breaks at the sound of her faint, musical wheeping.
So I am with her, within her cold, salted embrace.
Submerged,
I open my burning eyes to watch her story.
I love the way her current cradles me with aching love-
And now I can see
That the strength within her current,
Can wash away the grief of a fractured heart.

© 2016 D.M.V

#love #heart #romance #music #blue #water #ocean #eternity #waves #jazz

Andrew Apr 2021

Sensations Within

Intrusive Thoughts
A Heavy Darkness Follows
Perceptions With Guilt
I Feel Hollow
Really I See Through
Rationalize
Still I See Too
The Parts That I Block Out
To Help Me Feel Better About Choices
I Make I'm Afraid
I'm Hearing Voices
Reminding Me What I Did
I Feel Sarrow Bleeding Through My Eye Lids
So Many Ways I See In Situations
Making Descions That Better Me
Make Me Feel Anxious
I Can't Comprise What I'm Contemplating
I Let People Go
I Need Myself
I Need Calm My Mind And Free My Self
All These Abilities Will Heal Me And Feul Me
Or Haunt Me And **** Me
No Longer Can I Step A Side
I Take A Breath Then I Step Out Side
The Sky I Gaze Upon
I See A Grave I'm On
I'm Processing And Analyzing
All, Micro Everything
It's Hard To Relax And Feel The Energy
Shamanic Path Dealing With The Entities
I Watch The Embers In Our Hearts
And It's Crippling
To Feel The Sensations Of Mysery
And Try To Justify It With A Beautiful Mystery
I'm To Complex For The Simple Things
I Need To Get Right
Or I Must **** My Self
I'm Praying Lets Make A Pact
Help Me Heal My Self
Doctors Don't Understand Me
There Ain't A Plan B
I Even Feel Distant With My Family
They See Me In The Past Warped
Off Built Perceptions
I Want To Lay On Train Tracks
And Leave Earth
But I Can't Leave A Message
It Would Take Life Times
To Say All My Perceptions
I'm Looking For A Balance Of Peace
Not A Place In Heaven
My Mind Is Infinite And Open
Others Are In A Box
Hope I Don't Get Locked Up
Cos I Can't Knock It Off
I'm Built With
Magick Within
In A Skin Full Of Sin
That Is Thinning
I Can See My Ashes In Dust
Do The Pros Weight Out The Cons
When I'm Adding Em Up
Nobody But Me Can Convince Me
When I Had Enough
Emotions Can Feel Disturbing
And Mold Like
Got To Hold Tight
On What I Want To Be
Not An Old Life
I Feel Like A Vampyre
On A Cold Night
I know Right
Here I Go Again
I Fantasize
How To Shape Shift
Through Candle Light
I Opened Up My Mind To See Things In Ways With Out Confirming To A Single Structure Or Foundation
Battle With Insanity, I Hate It
Sizzle Like Its Satin
Wheeping But I Make It
I See Ghost Upon A Swing
Some Lady In A White Dress
That Dances Through A Grass Feild
The Flowers Dead
Black Roses By My Feet
Is That My Seat
Bloods Clogging The Sink
Meditate In A Casket Just Too See What It Means
Purgatory Screams
The Agony In Dreams
Absence Or Achieve
At The Grave Yard
Writing Poetry Under A Tree
It's Raining
I Admire The Leaves
As They Blow With The Wind
I'm Cold As Ice If You Touch My Skin
Romance And Poetry
Is What I Know
I Used To Hold On The Thorns
Now I Let Go
Observing As Everything Unfolds
Is There A Purpose
Is This A Show
Will The Ones That I Love Most Read What I Wrote
Insides A Symphony
Haunted By The Oak

#depth #beautiful #haunting

Evan Hayes Nov 2014

Half Past Nine

The one yellow dress
you have is in the floor
of your red room
with your CD's
By the door

Chester in the corner
Missing heart in the other
Missing you in my
Missing heart
Why even bother

Books on the shelf
In alphabetical order
Cross the line
It's the border

Handmade blanket
handmade pillow
Listen to
Wheeping willow

Love with the lights off
Love the night on
Lust when no one is looking
Strawberry cake cooking

I have to leave
One last time
I have to go
It's half past nine

Not much to see here

#love #her #you #heartbroken #missing

Isheanopa Zvobgo Apr 2019

100% wheeping waters here. not 70%

The sun is sick of me these days.
He doesn't see me.

I reek of desperation.

I know this because the stars, like flowers, have closed their buds.
I'm repugnant in this moment.
everything wilts when I am present.

The sky cries for me,
The clouds send rain to wash away these feelings,

but even the rain is drowning in my desperation.

Am I becoming more dire than global warming?

#water #body #desperate #hatred #weather #cry #sad #bad #miserable

Logan Schaller Nov 2016

Going somewhere? Nowhere

Suicide sounds sweet
Suicide & I should meet
Suicide is the type of guy to talk me right to sleep.

It wasn't always this way
For years I prayed
Like a wheeping half beaten slave

When I sleep
I see their faces
When I speak
I'm doing so for them
Cause without them
There would be no
Where I am.

There would be no me
& this world without me is just
Plain ol' boring
I'll pick myself up in the morning
Guess I missed suicides appointment

Sirenes Jan 2016

Day dreaming in art school

You stood in the middle of a Cathedral
In the center of the Nave
Wondering how it was built
lovers kissing in a confessional
Light soaring in
Through the Rose Window
Filtering colors on the floor
Crafted with such care
Illustrating a witch burning
Sacré Dieu, Blasphemy!
Angels wheeping at the cruelty of man
A dream-like setting, bells chiming
Defying their purpose
Chiming ever so softly

The arches gracefully curving above you
A Saint standing in each Chapel
The echo here is beyond compare
Vast choirs caressing these walls with their voices
A white dove crosses the Choir
Landing in the North Transept
A sign of purity, the grace of God
This is my mind
And you wonder why I left the witch faceless
But how does one portray
100,000 faces?

"I'm going to have to fail you for 2-dimensional art" he says disappointed, marks a 4 in his book and moves on.

That escalated quickly! Suppose he didn't like blasphemy...

Kim Essary Apr 2019

The End

I can't see through my eyes as these tears are blinding..
I can't breath through all my wheeping
I try to feel but my body is so numb..
I can't find the strength to stand as my legs are shaking
I want to help but my heart has been left to shredded pieces not able to be mended.
I try to speak but I can't find the words needed to be spoken.
My thoughts race as I try to picture what your future holds now,
I have begged and pleaded, been emotionally abused and used. I have given all I had down to my last dollar.
Where does it stop how does it end, when will you listen and live a good life.
Wasn't three years of your life enough to live behind those prison walls?
Is this too much for a mother to ask, as there's no promise of tomorrow, what if I were to die to day my precious son, please ask of yourself ,
Could you live with that.

Nothing more to say but the sadness of my words.

#pain #sadness #hurt

Andrew Jun 2024

This is my Immortal Poetry

I am radiating within realms of emotional poetry beyond measure there is no end
A psychedelic ocean
Learning the breathe under water
A bone chilling truth
A yearning the agony of my immortal expression
as if I'm the only one who listens
effortlessly psychically comprehending the unexplainable
yet I harbor the perfect words to explain
the roaring sensations echoing the cries
of all that is
relaxing into a suffocating breath
I admire the truth
The most beautiful misery of mysteries
I am haunted yet I am peace
feeling the ripping reaching pushing pulling
of the eternal void
I am in pain I am perfect health.
I am the poet in the storms that never seem to end.
I have cried and cry alone on the darkest nights.
I've needed and need a hand to hold.
I need a hug when I feel around it's only me
I sit with my self gazing in the silent
Symphony of sadness and loneliness
suffocating in the knowingness of it all
I believe I love I meditate I see through it all
i am bleeding out wheeping in graveyards
of my own doing
right or wrong it hurts
The pain is unearthly. I have grown and I am Ascending.
I am ready for love to rise into romance with the woman of my dreams.
I know how to cherish appreciate and hold dear all I desire and what is. I am living for this. I know you hear me I know you feel me be with me now

This is my Immortal Poetry

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