#belonging poems on Hello Poetry

AJ Jun 8

I crave the change I also dread,
It dances loud inside my head
For when you’ve lived in chains so long,
They start to feel like where you belong

They bind me tight, they hold me still,
They crush my voice, they break my will,
But in their grip, I’ve come to stay,
And fear the world without their sway

What would I do, if I were free?
No walls, no locks, no weight on me?
This place, though cold, I’ve come to know,
It shaped my steps, it taught me “no.”

My dreams keep whispering through the dark,
But even dreams have lost their spark
For even there, I fear the cost,
Afraid to find what I have lost

I long for joy, yet flinch from light,
I watch it glowing, clear and bright,
But I’ve lived so long in shadow’s arms,
The sun, to me, might do me harm

How can I walk with eyes so gray,
Into a gold and blinding day?
Without the chains to pull me back,
What compass guides the open track?

What rules exist when none remain?
What shape is joy that’s born from pain?
And so I stay, both near and far,
A prisoner who guards their own bar

#trap #prison #belonging #freedom

Maisha Tabadum 1d

' Who Are You '

Sometimes I ask myself, "Who are you?
Do you know where you truly belong?
Why can’t you shine as brightly as others do?
Why aren’t you as beautiful as your mom?
Why do you forget where you came from?
You can barely walk, yet you want to run.
If this darkness never fades, why do you still long for the sun?
Why reach for the sky when you’ve never learned to fly?
Why try to bring joy to others when your own world feels so dry?
I don’t know the right answers,
But I want to read every chapter.
I don’t know if I will ever shine,
But I will try my best to make the impossible mine.

It's okay to have questions about your own capability. But don't give up and keep trying.

#selfreflection #innerquestions #belonging #identity #selfdoubt #hope #healing #growth #poetry #inspiration

Sanu Sharma Jun 7

The Descendants

With a bit of mud upon their peak
a pair of tiny birds ventured into our abode.
I asked my mother, tinged with excitement
“Mother! Why have they graced our home?”

“To craft their dwelling,” replied Mother.

My childhood routine altered—
to oversee the endeavors of those winged beings
and witness the splendid nest they shaped.

Then came the day when Mother uttered,
“The swallows have birthed their offspring.”

Swiftly,
the fledglings matured, mastering the art of flight
and on one uncertain day
they soared away from the nest
yet didn’t return.

My heart echoed the emptiness
of the now-deserted nest.

Mother sighed and shared,
“It appears, the fledglings have departed their nests.”

Weary of my persistent inquiries
regarding the rationale behind their departure
Mother, one day, responded with irritation—
“Their progeny has blossomed into adulthood
they’ve left the haven of the nest
bound to their mates
busy crafting a new abode afar.”

I rushed to Mother
clasped her in a tight embrace, and
with resolute tones, proclaimed,
“Mother! I’ll never make another home!
I’ll stay forever young!”

-०-

Note - This poem was originally written in Nepali language. This translation has been rendered by Suman Pokhrel, and was first published in Grey Sparrow Journal.
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#longing #loss #belonging #home #motherchild #family #change #childhood #swallows #nature

Master's Apprentice Jun 3

puzzle

I held myself to you,
Desperate to fit to your curves
And push myself into your gaps.
I hid at your center
When you were mostly edges,
Still filling in the spaces around you.
All your pieces jumbled and piled together
Waiting for you to dive into them
And fit each fragment along your lines
Piecing together your parts.

Each piece betraying me more.
Calling me out as an imposter
As I tried to hide my edges from you,
Carve off my corners and make me round.
Fearing as your shape emerged
You would realize I didn’t fit
Within your borders,
Discarding me for a piece that did.
And I i would see your puzzle
Complete
Without me.

#love #belonging #loss #failing #fake #lonliness #selfworth

The Quantum Bound Poet Jun 2

I Am All I Ever Was, All I Know I’ll Ever Be.

Searched on every summit for lost elusive cures,
And for the alchemy.to make me feel I was pure.
I've violently torn through all that I am,
Begging every deity I’ve known for their hand.

There is no guidance.

What if healing doesn't surface, Cries muffled under sand.
A doctrine for the hopeful who will never understand.
My wounds still hold the daggers, unremoved.
What if pain protects the heart because it'll never be renewed?

There is no feeling.

Singing broken hymns inspires a hymn of praise.
Unspoken laws, maybe I'm an example being made.
I’m never broken; I can only wish to break with time.
I remain a quantum sonnet stripped of any rhyme.

There is no harmony.

Maybe there is grace that lives within a wilted plea.
In knowing, I’m exactly who I knew I’d always be.
A life pulling chains tethered to a hopeless mind.
What’s left within a soul, to see its purpose held divine.

There's nothing to believe.

Without residue of ash, from embers glow,
Haunted by the echoes, that have turned hearts to stone.
Our cold sweat of empathy for fellow misbegotten.
Stitched into the nerves of a body that is rotting.

There's nothing to see.

I cannot find belief in me for false restoration.
No longer a seeking of a hollowed-out salvation.
I walk with aching fractures to a rapture born in rust.
A fate I feel deep in my core, that all is made of dust.

There's no eternity.

What’s the meaning to the riddles I weave?
Is there truth in what remains, or is truth in what will leave?
As I stand, a withered body without a single plea.
I am all I ever was, all I know I'll ever be.

There's nothing to be.

#acceptance #purpose #existential #depression #seeker #spiritual #thehermit #searching #meaning #belonging

Stinus Helweg Andersen May 28

My favorite coffee cup

Why my favorite coffee cup
You delight my soul
The roundness of your body
As you fill me with your taste
The texture of your glace
When I put you to my lips
And though I bought you In a shop
With money from my labour
I know you never
Truly
belong to me

#coffee #cups #belonging

Cadmus Apr 30

I Felt You Before I Knew You

Something in me always waited
without knowing what for.
A quiet space, a missing piece,
like a song I half-remembered
but never heard before.

Then you came,
like sunlight sneaking into a closed room,
like warmth I didn’t know I’d missed
until I felt it on my skin.

You touched thoughts I’d never spoken.
You woke up parts of me I didn’t even know were asleep.
You didn’t arrive… you were always there,
like a voice behind my voice,
a feeling in my breath.

So stay close.
Because when you’re not near,
I feel myself searching
not for someone else,
but for the part of me
that only exists with you.

Lucky is the one who meets their matching other half, the one who feels like home in a world of strangers. Not everyone gets that kind of alignment, where two souls fit without force. When it happens, it’s nothing short of sacred.

#love #longing #connection #soul #warmth #awakening #intimacy #memory #belonging #presence

Jay Apr 30

Emotional Hyperinvolvement

I was born from the absence. Each door shut with a lock, a mirror reflecting back, and the quiet of the room becoming a verdict of my time. So I begin to orbit around like a moon, grasping for gravity just to stay near. I beg for pull, the proof that I still matter, even when I’m not in the room. I ask more questions than a survey. Not because I’m trying to pry, but because I’m throwing my anchor overboard. Stitching myself into the moments between us, before even the moment itself forgets it existed. And yet, I still notice. The shifts you make beneath my weight. The way the joy across your face tightens when I ask once more, Where have you been? Who all was there? What was I not included in? It’s as if smoke is filling my lungs, and I blame the room if it slips through. I want to know all that I can, because once, I knew nothing. And that nothingness hollowed me out, left me so quiet I echo when I’m left alone in the silence for too long. I see how I steal your breath when you try to breathe. How your time gets stretched thin by my persistent questions, my mere presence,
this velvet desperation for belonging so complete you’ll forget I ever even asked. But I’ll probably still ask. I always seem to ask. Because when I think of it, if I’m not fully part of the moment, was I ever really there?

#insecurity #abandonment #ache #belonging

Izan Almira Apr 13

Debris

I found an order in the chaos,
a home inside the rubble
that I had turned my room into.

I hid inside my books,
trying to find somewhere where I belonged
in a place that had never been mine.

#chaos #belonging