Miscellaneous Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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thinlane
Poem Published
Today 10:57am
Today 10:57am
Giving Up
I just let it all get away from me
And let the mayhem wash over me
The loss of hope brings a peace of mind
It can't go any more wrong
Don't try to set the course
Or set the record straight
It's going to happen anyway
So sit back and let it take you away
No way to make it right
So don't even try
Get comfy in your chair
And kiss your ass goodbye
The loss of control brings a certain peacefulness
Since it's no longer in your hands
The ship will go where it wants to steer
Enjoy the scenery as it draws near
Remember ...
And let the mayhem wash over me
The loss of hope brings a peace of mind
It can't go any more wrong
Don't try to set the course
Or set the record straight
It's going to happen anyway
So sit back and let it take you away
No way to make it right
So don't even try
Get comfy in your chair
And kiss your ass goodbye
The loss of control brings a certain peacefulness
Since it's no longer in your hands
The ship will go where it wants to steer
Enjoy the scenery as it draws near
Remember ...
#acceptance
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
Today 4:15am
Today 4:15am
As if our suffering were a badge of honor
Yin and yang, beauty
and ugliness combined.
Some people just give up,
existing in the numbing space
between life and death,
past and present,
frozen in time.
This can never be said for poets
who abrade raw nerves with
the sandpaper of their writes
until memories spill onto the page
in artfully arraigned hieroglyphics of pain,
leaving clues for the reader
to examine and judge,
to revel in or deny the history of us,
as if our suffering were a badge of honor
and membership card
for the human race
or at...
and ugliness combined.
Some people just give up,
existing in the numbing space
between life and death,
past and present,
frozen in time.
This can never be said for poets
who abrade raw nerves with
the sandpaper of their writes
until memories spill onto the page
in artfully arraigned hieroglyphics of pain,
leaving clues for the reader
to examine and judge,
to revel in or deny the history of us,
as if our suffering were a badge of honor
and membership card
for the human race
or at...
#philosophical
#sacrifice
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
#SelfWorth #WritingPoetry
24 reads
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
Yesterday 5:11pm
Yesterday 5:11pm
Uecker
Many people are sad because he's no longer here.
Forty years ago, I watched him on Mr. Belvedere.
He played baseball and was a sportscaster as well.
Uecker became a success, he certainly did not fail.
If you're wondering if Bob was talented, the answer is yes.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to you that he was a success.
Uecker proved to the entire world that he could act.
He helped to make Mr. Belvedere a hit and that's a fact.
Forty years ago, I watched him on Mr. Belvedere.
He played baseball and was a sportscaster as well.
Uecker became a success, he certainly did not fail.
If you're wondering if Bob was talented, the answer is yes.
It shouldn't come as a surprise to you that he was a success.
Uecker proved to the entire world that he could act.
He helped to make Mr. Belvedere a hit and that's a fact.
#death
#nonfiction
#sports
44 reads
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G3r0
TetsuUmi
TetsuUmi
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:54am
Yesterday 4:54am
Reverse Phoenix (Eagles burn slow)
Don’t shield your eyes now
The art has just begun to spread
The sirens are loud, and the colors are bright
The warmth that you tried to extinguish lives.
Don’t shield your eyes,
Don’t shield them now.
Look at the ashes that dance in the air,
Look at our smiles,
Puke at our freedoms
While we’re drunk off your despair.
Don’t close your eyes,
Your pain is my drug.
I want to feel intoxicated again.
Feed me your lies, feed me your hate, ...
The art has just begun to spread
The sirens are loud, and the colors are bright
The warmth that you tried to extinguish lives.
Don’t shield your eyes,
Don’t shield them now.
Look at the ashes that dance in the air,
Look at our smiles,
Puke at our freedoms
While we’re drunk off your despair.
Don’t close your eyes,
Your pain is my drug.
I want to feel intoxicated again.
Feed me your lies, feed me your hate, ...
#metaphor
#nostalgia
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
#StreamOfConsciousness #symbolism
32 reads
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 00:16am
16th Jan 2025 00:16am
Love Big and Small
Duck! - shouted in fear
as a dust mote collides with the wall
leaving behind an unholy din and a
microscopic crater of fractured paint
You reach out clutching a star
and set it on my brow
dining at the far end of the Milky Way
planets floating by towing banners
selling time shares on Alpha Centauri
Swimming on the ocean floor
compressed to the size of atoms
shyly dressing in electrons just to
watch street lights swim past
followed closely by very large teeth
returning home a little tired
leaning...
as a dust mote collides with the wall
leaving behind an unholy din and a
microscopic crater of fractured paint
You reach out clutching a star
and set it on my brow
dining at the far end of the Milky Way
planets floating by towing banners
selling time shares on Alpha Centauri
Swimming on the ocean floor
compressed to the size of atoms
shyly dressing in electrons just to
watch street lights swim past
followed closely by very large teeth
returning home a little tired
leaning...
#love
#scifi
#travel
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backdeckbenny
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:49pm
15th Jan 2025 10:49pm
Unconditional
I'm dying and I'm happy.
I lie on the bed watching the rain through the window as it greets the trees,the ground,my home.
It says hello to each in a slightly different voice but not with different amounts of love.
I'm dying and I'm happy.
The rain makes it so.
And
Now it gently whispers
That it's time for me to go.
I lie on the bed watching the rain through the window as it greets the trees,the ground,my home.
It says hello to each in a slightly different voice but not with different amounts of love.
I'm dying and I'm happy.
The rain makes it so.
And
Now it gently whispers
That it's time for me to go.
#death
#happiness
#rain
39 reads
3 Comments
tree1325
tree
tree
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 9:55pm
15th Jan 2025 9:55pm
Home
Good emotions are
fleeting, like the sun
trying to claw through
a particularly cloudy day,
desperate to peek through
the heavy, ash-colored cotton,
to once again catch glimpse of
the forbidden; the humanity, the life
far below. Oh-so different from
the grand expanse of space.
Its sheer desolation, brute
rending voids, and icy
cryptic matter. Ever
dark in the face
of nothing.
Home.
The silly little humans
spend their afternoon hiding
under their hand-made shelters,
shunning the...
fleeting, like the sun
trying to claw through
a particularly cloudy day,
desperate to peek through
the heavy, ash-colored cotton,
to once again catch glimpse of
the forbidden; the humanity, the life
far below. Oh-so different from
the grand expanse of space.
Its sheer desolation, brute
rending voids, and icy
cryptic matter. Ever
dark in the face
of nothing.
Home.
The silly little humans
spend their afternoon hiding
under their hand-made shelters,
shunning the...
#loneliness
#metaphor
#relationships #sun
#relationships #sun
34 reads
1 Comment
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 9:54pm
15th Jan 2025 9:54pm
Stars
As i opened the window,
At night,
Looking at the stars.
Bright dots in the sky.
So much stars!
And me?
A snowflake for a while…
At night,
Looking at the stars.
Bright dots in the sky.
So much stars!
And me?
A snowflake for a while…
#universe
49 reads
4 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 9:13pm
15th Jan 2025 9:13pm
fake review
Fake reviews
In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café,
her food was wonderful
I advised mariners to go for a visit
and be welcomed by a true lady.
I now learned that unsolicited reviews
are no longer appreciated
My recommendation was delivered verbally
Andrea doesn’t know she is a grandmother and
One of her grandchildren runs the place
I once ran a café in Liverpool selling bacon butties
I could have done with the friendly review
From the people who worked at the small factories nearby
but when Margaret Thatcher ...
In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café,
her food was wonderful
I advised mariners to go for a visit
and be welcomed by a true lady.
I now learned that unsolicited reviews
are no longer appreciated
My recommendation was delivered verbally
Andrea doesn’t know she is a grandmother and
One of her grandchildren runs the place
I once ran a café in Liverpool selling bacon butties
I could have done with the friendly review
From the people who worked at the small factories nearby
but when Margaret Thatcher ...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
20 reads
0 Comments
GN101
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 10:44am
15th Jan 2025 10:44am
Random Splattering
Sometimes you just can’t find the urge to go
So you have to turn to random splattering all around
Random splattering to urge the sound, random splattering of the mind, total drivel cannot comply
Here we are, oh why, oh why?
When darkness comes and takes a grip, I’ve seen melodies in the air, I’ve seen inside her underwear
But what do you care?
Oh dear, falling into yearning again, sweet liquid yearning, cannot the tallest of men hold their heads high to the wind?
Dive, dive into the sea but won’t you go on missing me, I gave my...
So you have to turn to random splattering all around
Random splattering to urge the sound, random splattering of the mind, total drivel cannot comply
Here we are, oh why, oh why?
When darkness comes and takes a grip, I’ve seen melodies in the air, I’ve seen inside her underwear
But what do you care?
Oh dear, falling into yearning again, sweet liquid yearning, cannot the tallest of men hold their heads high to the wind?
Dive, dive into the sea but won’t you go on missing me, I gave my...
#tradition
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a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 8:15pm
14th Jan 2025 8:15pm
Apple
Oh apple!
How do i see you today?
All but a delusion!
I thought you were red?
How do i see you today?
All but a delusion!
I thought you were red?
#universe
44 reads
4 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
14th Jan 2025 7:02am
14th Jan 2025 7:02am
5 effs
Fear
Demands a response
Fight
Flight
Freeze
Or
Fuck it.
Demands a response
Fight
Flight
Freeze
Or
Fuck it.
#fear
41 reads
4 Comments
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