Observational Poems Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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The joke
The joke of the living
the irony of life
the folly of our humanity
is that we are killing ourselves
in order to stay alive
the irony of life
the folly of our humanity
is that we are killing ourselves
in order to stay alive
#LifeStruggles
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Storm Theory
Stormy
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
weather rarely
makes for a dull
afternoon. The greying
skies that most despise
illuminate each time the bolts
commune. The subsequent thunder
roars because it's startled by the lightening.
The clouds cry out as desire dies, it's distant
warning leaves them frightened. The first fork
strikes, holding hands with the branch that
breaks through canvas of green. The promise
of calm and the grounding of nature take
turns to intervene. A voice through clouds
and misty rain as good a comfort
as any....
#identity
#rain
#storm #wind
#storm #wind
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Part 2. Big G.
What did I say to you.
You fuck wit my Big G.
You fuck my anus.
You fuck wit my Big G.
You fuck my anus.
#epic
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Big G
You fuck wit Big G.
You fuck wit Me.
©SukiSushiCrown.1-10-2023
You fuck wit Me.
©SukiSushiCrown.1-10-2023
#epic
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Let The Phone Ring From The Depth Of Hell V of V (Blue Candle)
Unto me my mystique has never been compromised, it does not dwell in echoing chaos found in the ruins of dark
The gluttony souls that bears false witness who cannot give the aspiration of their own existence a divine stark
You may preach, the beautiful benediction of Psalms, and embrace Proverbs, and realize life is still an evolution, paint me as you wish, I will still become the covenant of my Arc
If humans would only navigate and encircle the core of their cosmic journey while in celestial flight ...
The gluttony souls that bears false witness who cannot give the aspiration of their own existence a divine stark
You may preach, the beautiful benediction of Psalms, and embrace Proverbs, and realize life is still an evolution, paint me as you wish, I will still become the covenant of my Arc
If humans would only navigate and encircle the core of their cosmic journey while in celestial flight ...
#sun
#religion
#spiritual
#heaven
#hell
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Serrated Echoes
From dark's intimacy breaking twilight
loneliness of a wilted broken flower
with uninvited voices on my pillow
listening to the serrated echoes
of the narcissistic cellos murmuring
with what remains of the carnal apple
as my soul bleeds out on torn pages
from dark's intimacy breaking twilight
loneliness of a wilted broken flower
with uninvited voices on my pillow
listening to the serrated echoes
of the narcissistic cellos murmuring
with what remains of the carnal apple
as my soul bleeds out on torn pages
from dark's intimacy breaking twilight
#lies
#silence
#hypocrisy
#philosophical
#manipulation
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Lunar Sea (5-7-5 Haiku)
Moonlight
Shadows
Dance
Upon
Inky
Blue
Waters
Reflections
Ripple
by Jemia
Shadows
Dance
Upon
Inky
Blue
Waters
Reflections
Ripple
by Jemia
#moon
#water
#nature
#haiku
#dance
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Cloud Dancers
twilight's gentle hue made me recall
a time when you were earth bound
talking me out of my despair
encouraging me to live and love again
truly I learnt to love you then
a voice I hear, a face I see
but I cannot touch
I waited for you in my twilight hours
just to hear your voice again
in my mind we danced
under magical moonlight
your eyes sparkling with star light
our feet in synch with ethereal music
But alas destiny had its own design
fate wove its thread cruelly
at first you left to dance with...
a time when you were earth bound
talking me out of my despair
encouraging me to live and love again
truly I learnt to love you then
a voice I hear, a face I see
but I cannot touch
I waited for you in my twilight hours
just to hear your voice again
in my mind we danced
under magical moonlight
your eyes sparkling with star light
our feet in synch with ethereal music
But alas destiny had its own design
fate wove its thread cruelly
at first you left to dance with...
#dreams
#memories
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Next Generation
The way we consume rage,off the pages of silky magazines.
Depictions of fantasy displayed,no explanation. Just a stage of rage,off the magazine page. Throughout,are misperceptions. The way of life, depicted on pages,have caused misunderstanding and conflict.
The way we consume hate,
is called "Body Dysmorphophobia."
This has got to change. For the next Generation to celebrate,
The love of Self.
©SukiSushiCrown.29-09-2023
Depictions of fantasy displayed,no explanation. Just a stage of rage,off the magazine page. Throughout,are misperceptions. The way of life, depicted on pages,have caused misunderstanding and conflict.
The way we consume hate,
is called "Body Dysmorphophobia."
This has got to change. For the next Generation to celebrate,
The love of Self.
©SukiSushiCrown.29-09-2023
#SelfHarm
#vulnerability
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A Human Condition
I so pity the human race,
and the the way their hatred tastes.
A left of center kind of face.
Some things can not be replaced.
A trust is trampled on the wind.
Upon her breath I feel the sin.
Sometimes the cut’s your only friend.
Silent torments never end.
The things we do to feel alive,
leaves me often wondering why.
People are pleading to the sky.
You’re still alone the day you die.
Born from the fear of the unknown
Captured in the blood moon stones.
Viewed from behind an eye of woe.
Are they ready?...
and the the way their hatred tastes.
A left of center kind of face.
Some things can not be replaced.
A trust is trampled on the wind.
Upon her breath I feel the sin.
Sometimes the cut’s your only friend.
Silent torments never end.
The things we do to feel alive,
leaves me often wondering why.
People are pleading to the sky.
You’re still alone the day you die.
Born from the fear of the unknown
Captured in the blood moon stones.
Viewed from behind an eye of woe.
Are they ready?...
#conflict
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UFO's (5-7-5 Haiku)
Not
flying
objects
U-nique
F-ae
O-bservations
Ethereal
Earth
by Jemia
flying
objects
U-nique
F-ae
O-bservations
Ethereal
Earth
by Jemia
#nature
#fairies
#aliens #surreal
#aliens #surreal
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Sin
Sin, the echo of our darker side,
A twist in the human soul, we can't hide,
It's not just transgressions marked in ink,
But the inner battles that make us shrink.
A breach of the compass of right and wrong,
A discord in the symphony, a dissonant song,
A whispered temptation, a secret desire,
In the tangled web of choices, it conspires.
It's the weight that burdens a troubled mind,
The tangled vines of guilt, we often find,
A fracture in the mirror of our own reflection,
A flawed, complex human imperfection.
Sin's a...
A twist in the human soul, we can't hide,
It's not just transgressions marked in ink,
But the inner battles that make us shrink.
A breach of the compass of right and wrong,
A discord in the symphony, a dissonant song,
A whispered temptation, a secret desire,
In the tangled web of choices, it conspires.
It's the weight that burdens a troubled mind,
The tangled vines of guilt, we often find,
A fracture in the mirror of our own reflection,
A flawed, complex human imperfection.
Sin's a...
#morality
#passion
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