Poems on the topic: breath

Poems on the topic “breath” on Poets.by.

InspiredDave Bonta

Brachiate

I don’t remember the dream that woke me, just that it seemed suddenly very important to breathe, and to go on breathing. To go on, despite fear, loneliness or depression. I thought of a stone I’d found on a walk that was too charismatic to just toss aside but which I knew I had no reason to keep, since I’m in the process of moving out (or was, before the pandemic hit). I put it in my pocket, and a moment later took it out again and set it down beside the trail for some child to find, with its red mineral heart outlined in yellow. I thought of Charles Simic’s definition of a stone as a mirror that works poorly. brachiate as if my lungs too might leaf out
InspiredDave Bonta

Clearing

Trees sway like drunks in a sudden gust of wind— the clacking of their branches. The whole hillside is in motion around me, standing here with my head cold almost gone. How marvelous it is just to breathe.
RomanticDave Bonta

Digital

Each finger burrows into its own sleep. One or two twitch but the thumb lies still as an anchor. Come morning, those that dreamed will blossom; the others will leaf out. And I who kept them warm will rise like rain in a tall tale & take root in a cloud of your breath, so soft, so sea-worthy.
SadDante

Colorless nights

Sleeping along side with you felt like a continuous dream, Their voice mellow and croaky as well as tired Your accent would slur as if you were drunk, And your breaths sounded like wind chimes on a early Saturday morning, The night would feel like watching a black and white movie, everything was colorless until I heard you look if I was still there with you Now every night I lay awake and having sleepless hours, wanting to see the colors you shared with me once more. Wanting to hear your bedtime stories about your life, Wanting to feel your hot breath on my skin while we sleep, All I can wish for now is to hear your mellow croak of the first breath you take once you wake.
AnxiousDalilahshigaraki

Have You Ever Had A Panic Attack?

It's terrifying. It's like the world is collapsing on your lungs, But you're still taking in air. Yet at the same time, you're getting in enough air, And it's getting rid of it that's the problem. Hell. That's panic attacks in one word. And even though I've only ever had two, I know that no one wants them. I've never been more scared of my body Than I was in those moments. The worst part about the second one? My mind wasn't panicked. I was okay mentally, But couldn't stop my body. I had to put on a hoodie,
RomanticCynthia Arafa

The Lesser

He’s worse than a placebo genetically enhanced to make my heart race, make adrenalin rush; engrave feelings so Raw I can’t breathe. In one slight stroke all privy revealed all truths Known. And I love it. In one heart-wrenching movement exhilaration overtakes all feeling. The air would feel stuffy, entwined in soft threads of intensity,
ContemplativeBalachandran V

Belief

I am listening. The loudest, the most persistent is the hum of the ceiling fan. Cawing crows Horning cars, rumbling trucks Voices from across the street Parvati moving about in the next room - And the slow intake of breath into my lungs. I turn my ears inward. Conscious of myself tapping at the keyboard The cursor blinking. The little black line, going on and off On and off, on and off And waiting, patient. I am emptying my mind – or so I would like to believe.
SadARainGM

The Difference Between Living and Breathing

Breathing is necessary. A vital role for our survival. Inhale, Exhale. Breathe In, breathe out. Living on the other hand is Optional. Although, one might even argue That by virtue breathing is living, Hell I'd be lying if I agree; For example, someone who's lying Brain dead in a hospital bed and hooked up to a machine is breathing. Is that in any way living? Because even if I'm breathing, I might not be living. I might not be living because I might've been dying. I might've been dying becauseI have had it;
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Lapse

i wish there was a rulebook that tells you how to be and what to talk about when it is time to talk about it and what to do when you should take action because every step i take every breath that leaves these lungs is wrong
AnxiousAncient Artifact

Suffocation

as long as you breathe i won't be able to
RomanticAncient Artifact

Inamorato

i don't care if the whole world considers me a villain they could all die and i wouldn't blink but my darling, when it's you my heart shatters and the broken shards pierce my lungs with each breath

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