r/Poem

I can see you.

See that you're trying.

Every single day.

I can see how hard you work,

to provide for everyone.

Except yourself.

I can see how much effort you put in

Day after Day after Day after Day.

I can see weekends aren't any rest.

How every day you step up to the plate

Is another day your effort feels

Unseen. Unappreciated. Unimportant.

I can see that you're trying.

Every single day.

To hold back tears.

So you don't have to explain

How heavy your plate feels,

and that your arms are tired.

I can see you feel hopeless.

That your entire worth

is in what you provide.

I can see that you're tired.

Of never receiving the same effort

Cursed to give, provide, and support

Just to face your battles alone.

Telling the world you've been through worse, so you're fine

Telling yourself you're full

From the crumbs you're given.

I see You there
It’s been a year
You haven’t changed a bit
Still as gorgeous as ever

But I worry
What if that’s not You
What if my eyes are lying to me
What if I go up right now and I’m rejected
Because it’s not You

But I know it’s You
It has to be You
There is no one else in the world for me but You

So I make my way
On unsteady legs
Remembering that I need to go first
To dance first
To sing first

Because that’s the only way You’ll know it’s me
We all look alike
But You’ll know its Me
And I’ll know its You

spring sprung up

unseasonably dry

& we know the smoke

will get its due

this summer;

but for now the blossoms

are bursting, bubbling

like magic-

still wick under all that waiting

wellspring, living water

hold the horn through

the mountain tunnel-

it blends seamlessly

with the music beating

with these hearts

& something just tells you

it’s all enough

-

packed like sardines,

feet & knees

(we gotta make more room

for instruments)

& there’s the scent of something special

green & wanting

just around the final curve-

my lip is no longer

pulled back & ready to snarl,

i let him drive the speed limit,

ready to make room,

take time-

the world quickens

& just like that

love blooms

easy

The person in front of me on the bus has a bald head.

He is innocent of the gossamer hairs on the edges of his ears that are thrown in to stark contrast against the lights inside the bus.

I doubt he’s never even considered them.

To me they are like needles of light.

by denying the fact that i'm a rooster,
by believing in my useless wings,
by pretending like it wasn't falling while and after,
by not loving myself,
by losing
i found you.
i thought I found
i didn’t fall.

i flew.

I wish I could tell you

All that fills my mind

but instead I’ll write,

In these pages where they’ll stay confined

Forever locked away in a library full of stories

Neatly shelved apart in quiet categories

Different genres of books,

All containing your name

Holding within those pages,

Truths my voice could never claim

Sonnets to your eyes

Odes to your laugh

In the hopes that these poems,

may speak on my behalf

But words are just ink on a page,

With no speaker,

these words are left hollow

And begin to age

Pages wither as the ink slowly fades

The covers of each book looking

more and more decayed

So I’ll grab a book from this wilted shelf

Turning the pages,

Of every feeling I’ve ever felt

Uttering words that were waiting to scream and yell

Finally telling the stories I could never tell

I like listening to sad songs when im tired.

I can't cry when im tired.

Let me know what stood out most to you

"Time's Hollow Betrayal"

Yesterday felt like years ago
On that day, into that night
Ushered in a shadow that stole the light

When did the clock stop?
Endless, is what was thought
Restless sorrow it brought
Everlasting, it haunted the evening

Moments ago, it seemed like forever
Yet its ache feels like yesterday

Even the moon hid from sorrow
Values did not even glow
Echo’s whispered in the dark
Resentment shattered us apart
Yet steps were taken
Trying to resurrect what was lost in vain
Hollow couldn’t even describe
Internal demons devoured the mind
Now, this was the end
Gone, forever, how did this happen?

None would of begun to think
On this day, during this week
Would anyone believe we’d become this weak

Instantly– without a trace
Morning turned into dusk

Yesterday would not end
On that evening, empty, hidden for when
Until today finally came
Retreated was the moon, yet sun made no day

Now, the truth must show
Our love, where did it go?
Time betrayed our side
Has it fled? Nowhere to confide?
Irretrievably it has flown into the night
Nurtured by memories, now taking flight
Grief in its absence, yesterday haunted tonight

I wish I looked like the girl I saw last summer.
I wish I wasn't average but better.
If only my lips were as plump as hers.
If only my cheekbones were as prominent as hers.
Would I still be satiated if I were as attractive as her?

Oh, how badly I want to be effortlessly pretty !
Oh, how I love the way she looks so seamlessly unreal !
But I despise the way I look so flawlessly imperfect.
I observe how she gets so much attention.
Yet I sit in solitude having no one to cause intervention.

I gaze at her golden locks and long eyelashes
Only to realize that I was never made for flashes !
And then I look into my reflection in the mirror.
Only to recognize that hatred is the only feeling to decipher !

I wonder why God carved her with such intricacy.
And then, I think why did he not make me the epitome of ecstasy.
I like to believe that I am not the chosen one.
But then I look around and see how every girl is so much more desirable than me.

I don’t want to look at myself.
I want to vanish into thin air and disappear like I never existed.
Because I am tired of chasing that perfection.
At the end of the day , I sleep in melancholy crying myself to rejection.

This is my first poem.

I would love to hear some feedback !

By Nekro

I survived all the snakes,
real ones, coded ones,
the quiet hiss of doubt coiling in the mind.
Venom became language,
pain became repetition,
and I learned the discipline of breath,
like a blade drawn slowly from the soul.

Inside FitXR,
I fought ghosts that wore my face,
boxed shadows that never bled,
sweat baptizing me in artificial light.
A cathedral of pixels,
yet my heart did not care,
it only knew war,
and the rhythm of survival.

I rewrote gravity,
trained in worlds that did not exist,
but demanded everything.
The body obeys no illusion,
effort is truth,
pain is honest,
and discipline is the only god,
that never lies.

I became harder than the things that tried to break me. Snakes, storms, silence,
all conquered, catalogued, forgotten.

Then!!!
a butterfly.

No venom. No warning.
Just softness landing where armor had grown too proud. A fragile interruption,
a quiet beauty that asked nothing,
and took everything. And I understood,

it is not the monsters that end us,
but the moments we stop guarding,
the gentle things we underestimate,
the breath we assume will return.

So live like the simulation is watching,
like every strike echoes beyond the headset,
like every drop of sweat writes scripture,
on the fragile body you pretend is permanent.

Because a day worth dying for,
is not forged in comfort,
it is built in fire, repetition, collapse, and rise.

Survive the snakes.
Respect the butterfly.
And step back into the arena anyway.

I'm caught in a downward spiral

my heart's somewhere viral

or maybe it's gone feral

Now loving you is crucial

but I'm far too critical

and we're just a hypothetical

Will you be my love, prodigal?

Please, it's not rhetorical

and our lives seem theoretical

So let's dance the metaphysical

bathe in the metaphorical

and live tantric in the physical

But my mind's gone delusional

Is your love only superficial?

Your mouth was so brutal

Are your heart strings artificial?

Did I hold them once, or not at all?

I honestly can't recall …

I thought you were magical

but thoughts are often antithetical

and reality hits something visceral

I see your truths betrayal

it's written boldly on every wall

says baby, for a good time call

This love was something mystical

tried to soar on wings proverbial

into places dark and phantasmal

But you weren't really there at all

and I won't survive this fall

I'm caught in a downward spiral

I've been here before
Broken down
Built up
Within my layers lies the history of the world
But people seem to forget
I watched as history has moved
And not much has changed
It repeats itself
And I am the only thing that will remain
That will make sure you remain
As fossils
Or fuels
Or in museums
I persevere the life you live
Without me there is nothing for you to stand on