Miscellaneous Poems by Top Critiquers
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Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Poems written by Top Critiquers
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
10th Nov 2021 10:43pm
10th Nov 2021 10:43pm
A life cycle of doubt
It methodically creeps
like a cunning thief
pilfering
that which is most precious
and dear
Causing shadows
to quietly darken
disintegration of faith—
slowly
crumbles away
as anxiety
becomes
the rule
not the exception
Internal calls of sanctuary,
muffle to unheard
as a hard grasp
vicegrips
twisting
streams of confidence
Lungs burn
sparse air
life, barely trickles
O' the struggle of breath
within such a stagnant
vacuum
Leaving...
like a cunning thief
pilfering
that which is most precious
and dear
Causing shadows
to quietly darken
disintegration of faith—
slowly
crumbles away
as anxiety
becomes
the rule
not the exception
Internal calls of sanctuary,
muffle to unheard
as a hard grasp
vicegrips
twisting
streams of confidence
Lungs burn
sparse air
life, barely trickles
O' the struggle of breath
within such a stagnant
vacuum
Leaving...
#anxiety
#conflict
#TruthOfLife #MentalHealth
#TruthOfLife #MentalHealth
207 reads
34 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
1st Dec 2021 5:01pm
1st Dec 2021 5:01pm
Her Scarf on a Winter's Day ( in progress )
New York City
Sunny but cold
She has to go out
Always stylish
Long black coat
Scarf to enhance
Her wicked beauty...
Sunny but cold
She has to go out
Always stylish
Long black coat
Scarf to enhance
Her wicked beauty...
#environment
#winter
#art #culture
#art #culture
61 reads
14 Comments
robert43041
Viking
Viking
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:04am
Yesterday 3:04am
Krampus
Krampus was at it again
Looking for bad kids
Making sure that they would not
Get even a small portion of coal
For warmth on these frosty nights.
He thought he had an open field
Until young Angela who was on the side
Of the not-so-bad kids (for how many
Are from birth so nasty and mean?)
Came along, the bearer of blood-red claws
(Ok: terribly long and well-lackered nails).
She appeared with a long blade of steel in her hands
And shades of hopefulness in her sparkling blue eyes.
That was bad news for Krampus, faced with Blond...
Looking for bad kids
Making sure that they would not
Get even a small portion of coal
For warmth on these frosty nights.
He thought he had an open field
Until young Angela who was on the side
Of the not-so-bad kids (for how many
Are from birth so nasty and mean?)
Came along, the bearer of blood-red claws
(Ok: terribly long and well-lackered nails).
She appeared with a long blade of steel in her hands
And shades of hopefulness in her sparkling blue eyes.
That was bad news for Krampus, faced with Blond...
#strength
#hope
#courage
27 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Sep 2020 3:39pm
21st Sep 2020 3:39pm
The Lazy Poem
Poem Prompt By Bruno Mars
The Lazy Song
No excuses for the tone… too lazy to attempt to care
Just another stupid lazy poem
No thoughts to keep anyone warm
Today I don’t want to rhyme, I did not even want to write
I wanted to see how far I could push my mind to make no sense
Tired of being right
Polite
Courteous
I want to be just downright selfish, have the blissful feelings to see what it would feel like to be callous for just one day
Tell the world go and fuck itself
Sorry
See, when I speak, I just...
The Lazy Song
No excuses for the tone… too lazy to attempt to care
Just another stupid lazy poem
No thoughts to keep anyone warm
Today I don’t want to rhyme, I did not even want to write
I wanted to see how far I could push my mind to make no sense
Tired of being right
Polite
Courteous
I want to be just downright selfish, have the blissful feelings to see what it would feel like to be callous for just one day
Tell the world go and fuck itself
Sorry
See, when I speak, I just...
#satirical
#memories
365 reads
10 Comments
Phantom2426
Poem Published
21st Oct 2021 4:45am
21st Oct 2021 4:45am
Dracula Celebrity Blood
Dracula wants to attack
Taylor Swift but he
couldn't because she
had Bad Blood that
he couldn't fanthom
So he went after
Katy Perry's blood
which tasted like
Cherry Kool-aid
Then he went after
Ariana Grande's Blood
which tasted like
Blake Shelton's
Whiskey drink then
he went after
Kelly Clarkson's Blood
which tasted like
John Legend
Taylor Swift but he
couldn't because she
had Bad Blood that
he couldn't fanthom
So he went after
Katy Perry's blood
which tasted like
Cherry Kool-aid
Then he went after
Ariana Grande's Blood
which tasted like
Blake Shelton's
Whiskey drink then
he went after
Kelly Clarkson's Blood
which tasted like
John Legend
#Halloween
#music
#funny
#vampires
#sexy
79 reads
2 Comments
averageJoe69
Ron Summers
Ron Summers
Poem Published
15th Jul 2021 9:36am
15th Jul 2021 9:36am
Let's do lunch
#love
#animals
#nature
102 reads
5 Comments
WilliamEdwardNight
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:38pm
Yesterday 4:38pm
Odd Octopus
Odd Octopus
Large
time steps
who treble
present crooked
inertia
gratitude therapy
odd octopus
to polarize
Large
time steps
who treble
present crooked
inertia
gratitude therapy
odd octopus
to polarize
#friendship
15 reads
0 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Oct 2020 6:32am
24th Oct 2020 6:32am
H 1214
Her heart hurt hard, hurled in hurried high hopes,
Harried hastily haunted by horrid hallucinations,
Hence her hatred of horrendous hideous hordes,
Hiding halfheartedly, heightening her hesitation.
Harried hastily haunted by horrid hallucinations,
Hence her hatred of horrendous hideous hordes,
Hiding halfheartedly, heightening her hesitation.
#anxiety
#WritingPoetry
209 reads
8 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
14th Sep 2021 4:28am
‘Twas Then ~
Silence…
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double...
Deafening…
silence.
Gazing round the room,
painted in hues of soft greens and Ballerina pink,
awaiting its new occupant.
Above the rocking chair,
Faerie tale Queens and galant Knights in shining armor
bow and dance amidst the border.
Smiling dolls
that sparkle and shine as they burp then speak
“I love you, mommy”
‘Twas then I smiled.
Bookcases brimming
with old tales and new stories to engage our reader
with adventures…and dreams.
Double...
#WritingPoetry
185 reads
32 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
9th Sep 2017 2:33pm
9th Sep 2017 2:33pm
finite ll
where do I go?
i've come to the end
verses that once bridged the void
no longer take me to the flowery fields
& sunlit forests of meditation
my words now a winding stairway deep inside
where poetry is an opera of screams
that echos off the steel wall of my mental trap
I seek visions to free me
& one by one they die within
stillborn thoughts
I wonder do these ideas get reincarnated
in the minds of others
I push myself to press on ...
i've come to the end
verses that once bridged the void
no longer take me to the flowery fields
& sunlit forests of meditation
my words now a winding stairway deep inside
where poetry is an opera of screams
that echos off the steel wall of my mental trap
I seek visions to free me
& one by one they die within
stillborn thoughts
I wonder do these ideas get reincarnated
in the minds of others
I push myself to press on ...
649 reads
32 Comments
BeginningPoet
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:53am
Yesterday 2:53am
dressed
the sun
frames her,
a golden glow
of
soft light,
waiting,
the wind
dances
through
her gentle
strands,
her face
beauty,
proud,
eyes
that hold
secrets,
a voice
that finds
no need
to
call out,
but beckons
with a whisper.
frames her,
a golden glow
of
soft light,
waiting,
the wind
dances
through
her gentle
strands,
her face
beauty,
proud,
eyes
that hold
secrets,
a voice
that finds
no need
to
call out,
but beckons
with a whisper.
#happiness
#kindness
#courage
#romantic
#inspirational
45 reads
7 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 7:00am
12th Jan 2021 7:00am
MY NAME IS JUDE
My name is Jude,
from Cornwall's Bude.
Lifeboats I crewed.
I am a dude
who drinks things brewed,
and does go nude.
Not being rude;
in terms not crude,
I'm just no prude
in attitude
to clothes eschewed
in solitude,
where multitude
with mindsets lewd
do not intrude.
from Cornwall's Bude.
Lifeboats I crewed.
I am a dude
who drinks things brewed,
and does go nude.
Not being rude;
in terms not crude,
I'm just no prude
in attitude
to clothes eschewed
in solitude,
where multitude
with mindsets lewd
do not intrude.
#men
#rhyming
#funny
119 reads
1 Comment
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