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Best Hotlines Poems

Below are the all-time best Hotlines poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. These top poems in list format are the best examples of hotlines poems written by PoetrySoup members


Premium Member Free Falling




"Free Falling"



You have to believe in Magic
to believe in the poetry of You

If you don’t believe in Magic
you are nothing but a black line 

bleeding...

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Categories: hotlines, christmas, family, journey, life, loss, love,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member Angels and Demons




"Angels & Demons"




The Soul never sleeps
battered and lonely, the lesson 
Life spent in The Hard Sell

Soft-served you become
melting Insomnia 
mouth sucking a loaded gun

blue ribbonned...

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Categories: hotlines, abuse, addiction, angel, depression, forgiveness, symbolism,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Fraudulent




"Fraudulent"



A writer writes of people 
walking lonely dark streets
begging for bread, shelter and cold without all

like he’s been there
trudging up and downhill knocking on doors...

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Categories: hotlines, depression, family, friendship, home, loneliness, lost,
Form: Free verse
Unanswered Cry
What are modern technology and medical breakthroughs for
When there no happy people anymore?

There’s psychic hotlines and personal ads to go with new age trends
But still...

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Categories: hotlines, depression
Form: Rhyme
Suicide
This time of year is hard on many
There is sadness and sorrow
You are not alone
You are never alone

If you need someone to talk with message...

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Categories: hotlines, strength, suicide,
Form: Dramatic Monologue



Premium Member Fly




"Fly"




Enigma

Out of nowhere
his voices arrived

He thought he’d 
write a poem

Senryu
get the In to the Outside 

Simple magic
3 lines

Mind erect
his smalls itched

freeze 
dried

His mind CPTSD 
crying...

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Categories: hotlines, dark, image, psychological,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Spite Syllabub





"The Spite Syllabub"



The daughter 
is not 
The mother 

Sylvia’s bees were
left milk, bread and butter

Plath by name
but not 
the daughter’s path

in evolving nature
not the mother
nor...

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Categories: hotlines, art, freedom, love, mother daughter, poets,
Form: Free verse
Icy
( ICY )

Chills running up and down my spine,
it seems I feel this all the time.
My sickness and my nerves so delicately intertwined,
It's like all...

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Categories: hotlines, depression,
Form: Rhyme