#nihilism poems on Hello Poetry

Astrea 4d

in time alone
we grew relentless,
sleepless, piecing together dream theories
on why life must slumber
and dreams conquer

you
who tried to resurrect dead moons and stars
who looked at the sun in his face
who shed feathers from your loneliness
who pierced your own wings and fell
like comets kissing earth, stuff of dreams and religions

golden staples
you liked your tea minimally sweet
and painted colors underneath your dark circles
primitive, of earth, your deification rite

divine
darkness churning on, you saw a feminine shape
drawing back a youthful veil,
a thousand pairs of eyes peered into a couple thousand years of
void

iridescent
marble gaze, beautiful and alien
colorless, but for a splash of red
lips that held the universe in a needle-like balance
sweet as a ripe fruit drooling

barred
the galleries of your mind
ever so gentle,
the midnight raven tore at the dove’s throat
visions of an apocalypse we idly gamble on

you
who never came back
who went on a path of dark suits and diamonds
soared through milky ways and emerged from afternoon foliage
lost your way, circled back
and gone

heavily inspired by the 2.0-2.2 penacony quest in Star Rail

#nihilism #dreams #sleep #slumber #sunday #nihilistic

Edoardo Alaimo May 9

Come nebbia

Come nebbia,
Nebbia sparsa

Che divien acqua,
Poi torrente,
E poi per sempre

E forte e rapida e turbolenta
Cui vien la vita, la gioia, i colori

Il nostro scopo é
Ma non era niente

A translation of "Like mist", a sweet poem on existential nihilism.

I submitted this to an online contest.
Feel free to vote for 30 days.

https://dantebus.com/concorsi/opera/278379

#mist #river #water #purpose #nihilism #transformation #journey #nature #selfreflection #life

thesuunest Apr 10

I'm sorry if I used lots of songs

I'm sorry if I used lots of songs
[*** *** let me listen to this]
: It's been a while
A ***** is confused,
a ***** is a maintaining sanity
at the verge of insanity
a ***** is dead,
[ I can relate to said *****😂😂😂😂😂]

Melancholia, of a French man in the surrealist era
Giving me the little and big absurdities
💀💀💀I'm trying to maintain balance in this existence,
Could it ever get worse?
💀💀
[ I have zero access😭]
[😭😭how are you handling that]
[Could it???????????????]
[ I think I'm running mad]💀
[💀💀]
It the capitalism,
it's the boundaries,
the black tax,
the **** riders
horse **** ******,
phoney *** ******💀
Only a free man is a dead man
or a madman
It's the matrix!!
it's the annoying HR,
an overbearing parent,
, everything all over the place
It's the loneliness!! the loneliness!!
of everyone everywhere,
it’s the holding on !!! The holding on!!
💀**** let me stop
**** my bad
I hope this makes sense when I'm sober
[ The **** riders for real]
[ These would make amazing song lyrics😂😂]
[No no😂😂]
💀💀
You
💀 I've seen time crawl,
walk and run
seasons and weathers
decades in years
years in months
months in weeks
weeks in days
days in nights
nights in days
moons in nights
nights in moons
Buds in Flowers
flowers in Buds
Perks of a Wallflower
wallflowers on pecks

my *****💀
[Lyrics]
[But for some reason]
[I Totally get you]

💀💀🔥 I have to journal this
****💀💀💀
[You must!!]
[ I am going to write this down because you😂😂]
I will post this on Hello Poetry
I will change promise you
I want to make good for the Good Girls

This poem is from a WhatsApp conversation with a good friend of mine, the words in brackets are responses

#abursdity #time #existentalism #nihilism #aburdism #love #capitalism

Edoardo Alaimo Apr 4

Like mist

Like mist, sparse,

becoming water,
and then a river,
and going forever

(and strong and fast and turbulent
growing life and joy and colors)

Our purpose is,
and was never.

Very concise poem on existential nihilism

2024-04-04
EA

#mist #river #water #purpose #nihilism #transformation #journey #nature #selfreflection #life

Devil Atticman Oct 2023

The Ending

For what is work?
To be complete.

What is strength?
The death of defeat.

Love, as well,
Is to rest one's feet.

Forces and their ends
Must meet.

Then I ask you,
What remains past death
A worthy edifice to seek?

A thought about the physical termination of energy in physics expanded in consideration of our own human values.

#death #law #riddle #love #work #strength #end #nihilism

Elizabeth Zenk Jul 2023

a conversation with myself; tomorrow is unfazed

Tomorrow will be worse than yesterday,
and I surely don't care for today.
so, I'll spend my time just wasting
my precious life away.

Short and sweet I suppose

#short #poem #rhythm #time #nihilism #poetry #simple #tired

Man Jun 2023

Could've

I wish I could write something
That pierced the wool
Pulled over your eyes.
Your depression, your nihilism;
The things keeping you coupled
To the miserable lense of your life.
Cause there are so many things,
That are just perspective.
And everything else,
We could work through together.
I fear you can't imagine, what
It would be like, to improve.
Walk the world afresh, renewed.
Just so long as you're comfortable,
It doesn't matter if you're happy.
We could be something wonderful,
But you can't see.
That's the real tragedy

#pierced #wool #depression #nihilism #miserable #mistake #perspective #asfresg #renewed #tragedy

Amelia Vandergast Feb 2023

Nihilist in Repose

Nihilated from naivety, only you
could prove despair isn’t the only truth,
and remedy everything that cheapened me.

Every empty fill of vacuous desire
ebbed away sentimentality
until idealism was an affliction,
a coerced condition.

Stripped of venom as armour
reposed in your words,
romanticism is no longer an abject territory.

You’re the memory
I silently ached to make;
the expectation too unrealistic to hold
until your arms became the sanctuary
I could deconstruct my defences for.

#nihilism #romanticism #love

M Nov 2022

There Ain’t Tomorrow

i’ve seen a lot of men jump off bridges
hearing their ironic screams from across
many of them were heartbroken *******
because people don’t jump without a cause

you seek consolation in a desert
where things themselves touch thy sanity
where the small shining sun stings skin and dirt
is there hope for thee? there’s no hope for thee

i regret all that has and would’ve been
(i apologize for the pessimism)
i’m a stupid man who’s gone by nineteen
(i apologize for the nihilism)

but oh am i greatly sorry—alas!
it seems there ain’t tomorrow, my fellas

unironically a banger of a poem ?
16 December 2018

#nihilism #pessimism #absurdism