#monsters poems on Hello Poetry

Ces Sep 2020

The deadline monsters
Kept pounding on the door of my consciousness
Their frantic, banging fists
Threaten to reduce me
to a paralytic heap
of nothing but flesh and bones
I can hear the horrible noises
of splintering wood
Fractured humerus
The unnerving thwack
of a body
As it flung itself against
my defenses.

And yet I sit here
Serene, unperturbed
A posture of sheer pretentiousness
Ignoring the violent growls
of the monsters
In my head.

With glazed eyes
And absent-minded numbness
I watch Neflix.

#netflix #deadlines #monsters #procrastination #procrastinator

Anais Vionet Sep 2020

dark shows..

No, I'm not ok.
It's amazing what a
smile can hide.

Monsters aren't under
your bed - they're in your head
And hard to ignore.

No one really knows
you until you show them your
internal, dark side.

sometimes the worlds dark side overwhelms

#smiles #monsters #darkness #teen

Natalie Sep 2020

I'm Scared of Myself

Monsters
They’re scary
Some are in the closet
Some are under the bed
But you want to know a secret?
The scariest monsters
Are in our heads

I am my own monster

#monsters #scary #afraid #pain #myself #sad #mind #secret

Shagun Aug 2020

Cacophony

The mist clouded my sight
The dress I wore was white
I was lost I could tell
So, I followed the **** of the tower bell
The wind swooshed past my face
It was a mystifying maze
I was cold
All I had was the warmth of
your love
My hair was damp
You switched on the table
lamp
The branches creaked
Under my feet.
At some distance the water cascaded
The trees in front of me faded
The insects were buzzing
The paper on your nightstand were rustling
The woods whispered
The birds no longer chirped
I am still looking for peace.
Our photo frame on the mantelpiece.
You burned it down
I tripped on the frozen ground.
I knew I was losing you
I could no longer feel you.
The scratches on my elbow and knees
The frost on the leaves.
I feel like I’ve heard and seen this before
I cannot take it anymore.
These sounds are noise to my ears.
All I see are my fears.
They screamed at me monstrously
I can’t handle this cacophony.

This poem is a depiction of my life created in an imaginary setting of a forest. I have lost my way. And there are scary sounds that surround me. The only thing that keeps me moving forward is the warmth of my lover's love. However, things get bad for me when my lover destroys picture of us and that is when I can no longer feel that love. And I stumble on my path and fall hard onto the ground. My inner demons disguised as the woods overpower me and I can not take it anymore.

#love #forest #dark #onomatopoeia #monsters #letters #paper #cacophony

i don't have a name Aug 2020

Monsters

When we were young,
we used to cover ourselves
with thick blankets
just to hide ourselves
from the monsters under the bed,
until they started to come out
and keeping us awake overnight.
As the monsters tried to halt our feet
dangling off at the edge of the bed.
as it goes unsteadily, the cowardice
seep back in;
We tried to escape from the battleground,
but I knew it was useless as it kept us coming back.
Because we were the soldiers with caged fearsome,
and we are still at war with comes most naturally
to us.

#depression #monsters #freeverse #afraid

BB Ward Aug 2020

Paranoia

I’m still afraid of the dark
if I’m being very honest

petrified
of conjured shadows
lurking monsters
imagined foes

it’s when the night
is still & quiet
that I feel those eyes
so clearly

perhaps I’m being
watched by God
or something much more sinister

#fear #dark #night #monsters #mental #health

Gem Palomar Aug 2020

When The Lights Are Out

the darkness is more blinding
for even with my eyes shut,
monsters are more vivid than reality

silence becomes more deafening
for in silence, the screams in my head
are louder than roaring thunders

I am afraid of this emptiness
but I would rather stay here forever
for I am at peace when the lights are out

V

#darkness #monsters

Tanay Jul 2020

Love and abuse

Abuse is a vicious cycle
that defiles and murders love.
It is a game
that only breeds hatred.
It uses shame
as a weapon.
In this vicious cycle; hearts no longer beat,
they get replaced by fists.
In this vicious cycle;
the tattoos that were meant for affection
become nothing but scars on the wrists
of those who were once lovers.
It awakens a bloodlust and makes monsters
out of strong people.
No, not monsters. It makes recidivists
out of strong people.
The strong abusing the weak,
a norm that continues to contribute to the cycle of abuse
It is a cycle that forces us to make love
to our doubts.
It keeps on violating us until our self-doubts
have consumed us
and
we've evolved to hate ourselves.

#love #hate #shame #abuse #men #women #monsters #recidivists #vicious #violate

Aer Jul 2020

cages.

created by Mortals, or simply
an act of the mind.
generated by intentions dark,
entered by the unaware and made to
shackle Monsters.

do we create the cages for others, or are we shaped by the cages around us?

#cages #creation #monsters #dark