#soul poems on Hello Poetry

Simon Bridges 22m

A single candle
A widow open
An arm cascades

#transient #cycle #soul #return #passing #transformation #spirit #farewel

teju 6h

Confused soul.
A little sad, kind of bored,
still catching sparks in my head.

Twenties feel strange
especially twenty-five,
like I’m walking in shoes
that never really fit right.

Sometimes I wonder
why I think a guy could shift my world,
when most days,
I can’t even shift my mood.

It doesn’t make sense.
Maybe it’s not supposed to.
But who cares,
it’s not even realistic.

The feeling comes in waves:
quiet, weird, a bit silly.
Like I miss someone
I’ve never even met.

I’ve given myself
all the right speeches
be strong,
be your own person.
you don’t need anyone,
just live your life.

But then I think of him.
Whoever he is.
And it all feels soft
and silly again.

Like maybe I’d kiss him,
then laugh,
because it’s all so
embarrassing and human.

I ask the universe, softly,
show me the way.
Maybe I’m not lost,
or totally lost,
just letting
the quiet moments hold me.

#confused #soul #kiss #universe #silly #guy #20s #25 #feeling #mood

Simon Bridges Apr 21

Grand Masquerade

I'm pupating
Without the privacy of a cocoon
                           Maturing in full view
Shedding skin that thins and softens
                          Throughout the years

      I'll outgrow my body
Due to mortal limitation
       Break free from flesh
Become that which "I Am"
                                  Beyond physical

#consciousness #spirituality #rebirth #reincarnation #returning #soul #beyond #physical

The Original Tom Maxwell 1d

CHERISH CREATE GOOD MEMORIES

This life is our classroom, we are tested in many ways,
The hardest, are the final exams, when someone we love,
Journeys to their next life, always a cloudy day.
Many people, will say they are sorry, and offer anything,
That they can do, only time can help you get past, that hollow,
Numb feeling, inside of you.
The question why, will often enter your mind, do not ponder long,
You will never, discover the answer, during this life time.
You will never again, in this life see their physical being,
Often in your times of struggle, you will receive guidance, Knowledge, that their spirit, will bring.
When someone passes, it reminds you of reality, the joy and happiness, a soul inside does bring, always out ranking
Material things.
Memories, we create them every day your actions, will be Remembered, longer than all of the words you say.
Even the big dreamers, are living on borrowed time,
Each life has a finish line.
Try to create good memories, the only part of you, that will stay,
One day, we will all be a memory of, yesterday.

The original: Tom Maxwell © 4/28/2025 AD

A day or two before I wrote this, I wrote Memories, I thought to,
Myself, this sounds like I'm writing for a funeral, not to long later,
I got a call, I used a few words from that poem...
Many things in life happen for a reason...

#memories #life #death #soul

Cadmus Elissa 2d

Echoes of Us

In the hush between heartbeats,
I hear the echo of your laughter
a memory not yet made.

You, a whisper in the wind,
me, chasing shadows of a smile.

If you feel this too,
leave a word behind
let’s write our story together.

Sometimes the people we miss the most are the ones we’ve never met, just imagined in perfect moments, half-dreamed, half-hoped. If this stirred something in you, say so. Maybe you’re the echo I was waiting for.

#love #longing #memory #connection #soul #silence #heartbeat #dreams #absence #**

Hemendra 2d

Unbegun

Two souls collide in the quiet expanse,
Where silence breaks to an ancient dance.
He is logic, cold and withdrawn—
I, the silence just before dawn.

He and I—by fate entwined—
Mining the ether as truths unwind.
Sworn to reveal what the gods withhold,
Etching our life in celestial gold.

Atoms fuse in sacred designs,
Aging starlight in cosmic lines.
With the shock of death, a truth rung:
Not two, not none—nothing ever begun.

Unbegun is a metaphysical lyric tracing the collision of opposites—logic and intuition, self and other—across a cosmic landscape. What begins as a union spirals into revelation, where even existence proves illusory, and truth resides not in what is formed, but in what never was.

#souls #soul #expanse #silence #ancient #logic #dawn #secret #gold #atoms

Odd Odyssey Poet 3d

A new chase

I don't want just a friend —
But a lover who cherishes me
With the same devotion as
:
A true friend.

As parts of my soul runs away
From itself; perhaps I must
Summon the courage to chase
:
After love, instead!

#love #chase #running #feelings #soul #sad #poetry

Cadmus Elissa 3d

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

Hemendra 3d

I am Death

In stillness deep, where shadows bend,
I watch, unseen, the long world end.
One pale hand stirs the winds to sigh—
The breath is lost; the soul slips by.

The earth still shivers at my touch,
Yet none take heed, nor feel too much.
Faint whispers drift through moonlit air,
While ether shrugs, too still to care.

Most strive to unlearn my name,
Denying me through wealth and fame.
I am the law, life’s final thread—
The end will come, and all things wed.

In this poem, Death is not a shadowy figure lurking in the dark, but a calm, inevitable force—a quiet presence that watches over the cycle of life. Through stillness and restraint, the speaker embodies Death, offering a meditation on its impartiality and its role in the greater order of things. Here, Death is not feared or mourned, but acknowledged as a natural law, ever-present yet unseen.

#death #stillness #end #law #soul

Lynn 6d

Bird's Nest

How is the bird to go home
When all it knows is the cold
The rainy and the harsh
The curses and the shots
When it tries to run away
The darkness coerces it to stay
So even if the bird is free
It will never truly be

#freedom #trapped #escape #birds #metaphor #emotions #soul #darkness #caged