Numbs Poems | Examples

My Fearful Heart

  
  Fearful Heart

I want to open the most fragile part of me—my fearful heart.
I miss you. You slip into my mind, and your heart sets me on fire.
Inside, I am torn from holding back every emotion.
Each day becomes a question of my life, a wandering path with no clear vision.
Your aura, your soul, your energy—
you were the breath that saved me.
Our conversations became threads of the same rhythm,
our love urging forward but shadowed by fear.
A love so extraordinary it numbs me,
Yet I have pain deeply 
Facing life without you is dark
First time in months I feel my life spark
You are but a loveless shadow
Your aura has faded
My Heart of Hearts will again glow

My Fearful Heart

  
  Fearful Heart

I want to open the most fragile part of me—my fearful heart.
I miss you. You slip into my mind, and your heart sets me on fire.
Inside, I am torn from holding back every emotion.
Each day becomes a question of my life, a wandering path with no clear vision.
Your aura, your soul, your energy—
you were the breath that saved me.
Our conversations became threads of the same rhythm,
our love urging forward but shadowed by fear.
A love so extraordinary it numbs me,
Yet I have pain deeply 
Facing life without you is dark
First time in months I feel my life spark
You are but a loveless shadow
Your aura has faded
My Heart of Hearts will again glow

Again

Broken hearts never heal
until they find love again.
For the pain of rejection
numbs your affection
Blue are your days
grey are your nights
nothing can persuade
even loss of appetite.
But out of the blue
a new love finds you
and you're happy again
Love mends your heart
life has a new start
in love again
Smiling with joy
the world's a new toy
A new love begotten
old heartache forgotten
Joy flies you on her wings
as you're stepping in spring
Cause your in love, sweet sweet love, again.

Smoke and honey

you trace my constellations 
you put stars in my eyes
you whisper sweet nothings
which ended up being my demise
the sweet taste of honey you leave on my tongue
numbs the pain of the nicotine in my burning lungs
you say the lace of my garments traces my bones
but all i see is a girl way out of tone 
it’s not the falling that scares me
it’s the outcome i fear
will you get better 
or will you grow worse throughout the years

A Squirrel Plans Ahead

Winter comes.
Cold wind numbs
and cuts.  

I am furry,
in a hurry.
See me scurry.
How I worry.
So, I bury
a nut.

Humiliation

Humiliation
I look at the ground, my cheeks flushing red,
I don’t need to look at them , I can feel their gazes fixated on me,
My breath is as shaky as my hands,
The lights are blinding, and I can barely see the crowd, but maybe that’s a good thing,
 I hope I wiped away the tears completely, the hurtful words of that message still lingering in my mind,
True panic sets in, when I realise, I couldn’t remember the lyrics of the song, 
Now I will just have to act and mouth along,
The message is the only words I can think of,
 I learned these lyrics so many times, yet one hurtful text made it seem like I didn’t,
I see a camera flash in the crowd, and my breath becomes quick,
The conductor shoots a stern look in my direction, 
Suddenly, I can remember the lyrics,
Relief numbs out the panic, and I can finally sing,
I place a smile upon my face,
Just breathe, relax it will all be okay.

BAR CHRONICLES

100 Whiskey Shots.
(Part 2 of 10)

You warned me not to visit bars at night,
Now what must I.do after our bad fight?
The street lights are a flicker of your smile
Not as bright ,yet so subtle to moments to come.
There is a pattern of sincerity in your calm,
Yet now we are headed in different dirences by a mile.

The barman know my poison 
And what numbs my pain,
First 10 shots to numb my tongue to silence.
The next 90 shots to create a pattern of things I never said that night.
The last ten shots to pour over a wound 
I will scream and cry but it gets better.

By: Tshediso SEROKI

What a State

do you think it’s funny
hilarious, haha, a joke

how a billionaire’s money
is enough to make him an expert

on how to put his hands 
around your throat 
until you choke

how your taxes should be spent
and who should be sent away
to another place

to disappear without a trace
sold into slavery
or worse

to another time
when people were schooled
that rich white men ruled and 
everyone else was 
easily fooled

where women stayed
in the kitchen all day
preferably naked
and always ready to play 

nobody was welcome
unless they could pay 
their five million dollar
fee to stay

does it make you giggle
when our president
rants and raves
stomps his feet
and holds his breath
until his face
turns orange

says that only he
knows what’s best
for the billionaires
because quite frankly
no one cares about 
all the rest

everyone must bow down
lay down 
stay down
or get put down

orange marmalade
like fentanyl laced Gatorade
breaks the spirit
numbs the mind
until you find
you’re on the floor

too weak to
care anymore

Hell for One!

Alone in my hell, just made for One.
Demons surrounding me, casting shadows without sun.
Fearless pride and scarred memories,
Dreams burn with love agonies.

Once blinding tears, now have run dry.
Fake laughter, hides a baby's cry.
The fog is getting thicker, there's no way out.
One soul hears another soul shout.

Let me go, I'm already dead.
The pain is finally gone, just numbs my head.
6 feet under this mental suicide.
You were that Angel always by my side.

I made a wrong turn, this is my destiny.
But something that day, died inside of me.
Your hell for One, needs no company.
The Devil, is now your only enemy.

Nepenthe

a cute child playing by herself
accepts chocolate by stranger
is taken to desolate shed
where four men played until she bled

hurriedly she was dropped where found
a known passerby brought her home
to scared dad, mother aghast cold
who cradled half-dead six year old
---
ostracized, no child plays with her
no relatives cuddle or kiss _
cannot fathom glance of others _
shifting places baffles, bothers _

no nepenthe calms the wronged child
no nepenthe numbs shocked parents
their abused eyes stare at the gloom
why the child? why? why? Questions loom

FATAL ALLURE

Drowning in this abyss, 
I lay down flat after a long thrive. 
I sink down deep, I strangely feel alive, 
Always into taking those chances, 
I admit I was a bit naïve. 
The pain numbs all the high, 
it numbs all the excite. 
It’s intoxicating how alluring this game is, 
I slip through the depths more, 
Echoes of beeps going dryer; 
As it messes with my wires, 
My heart is at peace finally, Oh! this ambushed fire. 
I feel serene, 
I bet this was the only way out of the scene. 
I did not run, I escaped 
I have no regrets, after all I saw were facades. 
The abyss is calm, unlike the tempest of my senses 
If these orbs were to grant me a boon, 
I’ll wish for conscious’ pulse to stop functioning soon. 
Let me drift into nothingness, 
I am not demoralized, 
After all I always thought of life substantiality as useless. 
Without being materialized, 
I prefer to just exist 'dimensionless'.

The Discharge

He’s together now, they say,
turned out, free to walk the street;
adult child turned out to play
amid grey walls of concrete
streets strewn with disposed joys,
the stench of human fluids.

Bozos wave their lethal toys;
aging goths, pseudo druids,
faces lit by flashing screens.
promenading, zombie-dead
watch desperate dancing teens,
nature’s lemmings, AI lead.

He’s together now, He’s told,
so discharged, they need the bunk;
adult child thrown in the cold
amid barely walking drunk
searching, seeking that which numbs
the pain, soul-crushing shame.

Left to beg for others’ crumbs
he just has himself to blame
they say, go scare up some work.
he does, then try as he might
he’ll catcall some guy a jerk,
end up in another fight.

Where do i belong?

The weight of lives, lost and saved, presses on my soul. I’ve traded death for death, a grim currency that buys no peace. The battlefield is a cruel stage, where the hero and the villain share the same bloody spotlight.

I’ve felt the cold satisfaction of a kill, a twisted high that numbs the conscience. Yet, the guilt that follows is a relentless torment, a phantom that haunts my dreams. I’ve rescued lives, pulled comrades from the jaws of death. But the hollow victory pales in comparison to the dark thrill of taking one.

Where does a soul like mine belong? In the fiery depths of hell, a fitting punishment for the blood on my hands? Or in the ethereal paradise, where the wicked are denied entry? Perhaps neither. Perhaps I’m destined to wander the battlefield of eternity, caught in an endless cycle of killing and saving.

Is it a loop? A cruel joke of fate, a twisted morality play? I don’t know the answer. All I know is that the war within me rages on, a battle far more brutal than any I’ve fought on the field.

The Whiskey Nightmare

The whiskey flows, my mind it numbs,
I hear the sirens, the world it hums,
My heart is heavy, my soul is lost,
The bottle's empty, at what cost?

The lullaby it sings so sweet,
A melody of pain and defeat,
It tells of tales of broken hearts,
And tears that fall like shattered shards.

The smell of smoke, the taste of ash,
A bitter memory, a painful past,
The whiskey takes me to a place,
Where sorrow's all I can embrace.

The whiskey lullaby it never ends,
A constant nightmare that descends,
It takes me down, it pulls me under,
And leaves me with a world of thunder.

The promises it made, it couldn't keep,
A life of misery and tears to weep,
The whiskey nightmare that won't go away,
A never-ending price to pay.

So let me lay here, in this sorrow's bed,
Where whiskey lullabies rule instead,
My heart forever lost in this despair,
And my soul drowning in the whiskey's snare.

The Echoes

For something so small
And so damaging
You sure go down smooth 
The sugar coating slides down my throat
Into the empty abyss of my stomach 
Where it dissolves and gets absorbed into my bloodstream 
And silences all thoughts and numbs the pain 

My personality is not multi-faceted 
It is multiple people fighting for dominance 
I sometimes forget who I am or where I am 
In my own little ship 
Sailing across the water 

If I take enough ibuprofen,
I don't feel pain 
The seas calm 
But the waves come 
Every time another mind takes over 
At this point I'm overdosing
All of my joy and pain 
Belong to another 

I'm drifting into turbulent waters 
And I can't swim back to the safety of the shore 
I am just a little girl at heart 
Trapped in a mental prison 
The original mind I once knew 
Has been gone for years

• Short Numbs Poems
• Famous Numbs Poems
• Best Numbs Poems
• Read Numbs Poems
• Long Numbs Poems
• Numbs Quotes