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Poetry about life, society and the natural world
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:00pm
Yesterday 10:00pm
Grief Isn’t Always Complicated
I think I’ve been preparing for the inevitable
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
We all are
We talk about it with logic and reason
As if that will soften the emotional blow
I’ve been preparing poetry in my native tongue
So that she knows how much I appreciate her
How much we love her…
She once told me that after she lost her two-year-old
Back in 1950
She didn’t cry
Like some kind of numbness washed over her
That although she felt sorrow and sadness
Stoicism helped her manage
While still taking care of her newborn
We somewhat deduced ...
#Autism
#death
#family #grief
#family #grief
27 reads
1 Comment
Billy_Snagg
Jizzman
Jizzman
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 10:41pm
4th Nov 2023 10:41pm
No Time For Regret!
No time for regret that belongs to yesterday.
We cannot change what's been and gone -
So why waste the energy?
What can't be fixed might drive us crazy,
And life's too short for that!
Let's embrace it, come what may -
Celebrate a brand new day,
YOUR WAY!
A future unknown.
Haha! I'm the last person to revel in the unknown -
Anyway, it sounded good!
But hey, there is some merit in it -
Feeling excited about what's to come,
While now is simply an unwritten book.
It's easy to get bogged down fearing...
We cannot change what's been and gone -
So why waste the energy?
What can't be fixed might drive us crazy,
And life's too short for that!
Let's embrace it, come what may -
Celebrate a brand new day,
YOUR WAY!
A future unknown.
Haha! I'm the last person to revel in the unknown -
Anyway, it sounded good!
But hey, there is some merit in it -
Feeling excited about what's to come,
While now is simply an unwritten book.
It's easy to get bogged down fearing...
#LifeStruggles
714 reads
28 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:59pm
Yesterday 10:59pm
A Thousand Years From Forever (Thirty)
The Waterloo
Below Sea Level
The Golden Palace
The Royal Council Room
Our Supreme King, it is imperative you ordain your Passover scrolls
There are messages the other realms have not heard that speak wisdom of old
Let your words be read from your Sacred Orator’s Mouth
Words of knowledge, truth, that dare not ever travel farther South
It is the day our Hebrew prophet was slain
As he marched to his own demise, upon the hills of Golgotha, the darker clouds descending, the thunder that brought three days of wrath, and to...
Below Sea Level
The Golden Palace
The Royal Council Room
Our Supreme King, it is imperative you ordain your Passover scrolls
There are messages the other realms have not heard that speak wisdom of old
Let your words be read from your Sacred Orator’s Mouth
Words of knowledge, truth, that dare not ever travel farther South
It is the day our Hebrew prophet was slain
As he marched to his own demise, upon the hills of Golgotha, the darker clouds descending, the thunder that brought three days of wrath, and to...
#mythology
#sun
#water
64 reads
PAR
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
4th Apr 2025 1:19pm
The truth will unfold
Undeniably, shadows consume the sky.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
#honesty
#LifeStruggles
#mirror
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
71 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Today 12:53pm
Today 12:53pm
Full Of Fools Falling
Foolishly
fall
in
April
Then
fall
like
a
fool
In
the
Fall!
by Jemia
fall
in
April
Then
fall
like
a
fool
In
the
Fall!
by Jemia
#fall
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#satirical
#spring
12 reads
0 Comments
dfwtinman
Poem Published
9th Dec 2020 6:06pm
9th Dec 2020 6:06pm
Riders of Contagion
All over Appalachia bishops matched circuits to riders. "Does he know and keep our faith? "Do people cotton to his preaching?" Of most importance, "has he a good horse?"
Jake, a long time circuit rider, was an admirable horseman who died a passable preacher.
Jake's infectious smile helped carry his message. A half dozen weeks to complete the circuit, all he owned he carried in his saddle bags: a clean shirt, new bibles, and venison jerky.
Living in tiny clusters, Jake tended to church goers who were stitched together by needle thin riders who, like...
Jake, a long time circuit rider, was an admirable horseman who died a passable preacher.
Jake's infectious smile helped carry his message. A half dozen weeks to complete the circuit, all he owned he carried in his saddle bags: a clean shirt, new bibles, and venison jerky.
Living in tiny clusters, Jake tended to church goers who were stitched together by needle thin riders who, like...
#God
397 reads
2 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
4th Aug 2024 10:36am
4th Aug 2024 10:36am
The Dark Moon
The moon has a dark side
…a harem of stars
to fuck every night;
surrounded by his concubines
he sucks up their light,
and glows with an
aura so saintly and white
thus, a naďve is fooled
with his deceptive sight
a vampire in disguise-
the moon has a dark side
…a harem of stars
to fuck every night;
surrounded by his concubines
he sucks up their light,
and glows with an
aura so saintly and white
thus, a naďve is fooled
with his deceptive sight
a vampire in disguise-
the moon has a dark side
#abuse
#corruption
#dark
#moon
#politics
534 reads
45 Comments
rubyredheart
Poem Published
21st Nov 2023 5:08pm
21st Nov 2023 5:08pm
Grateful week—Tuesday
This morning I remember
What a great privilege for my family & myself
Having access to modern healthcare
I am thankful
For the progress made in science
Solutions found to ailments
and continued research to develop more
I mourn for those who DON’T have access
And am glad some people DO care for their plight
In my gratitude I find
Renewed interest in helping others
I wish warmth and health
Love and happiness
For ALL
this grateful week
& beyond
What a great privilege for my family & myself
Having access to modern healthcare
I am thankful
For the progress made in science
Solutions found to ailments
and continued research to develop more
I mourn for those who DON’T have access
And am glad some people DO care for their plight
In my gratitude I find
Renewed interest in helping others
I wish warmth and health
Love and happiness
For ALL
this grateful week
& beyond
#humankind
#CallToAction
#gratitude
146 reads
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
14th May 2022 2:40pm
14th May 2022 2:40pm
A day in a Nurses life
A day in a Nurses life
Many people do not see what a Nurse goes through each day my hat goes off to them.
The old man opens his eyes as I approach and manages a smile when he sees me.
“You again, young miss?” he struggles to speak.
She smiles and nods, checking his vitals, and fluffing his pillows. The old man is not long for this world; I hope his family makes it.
She sits and holds his hand for a few minutes, catching him up on the news, anything to take his mind off the inevitable.
As she leaves, the old man catches...
Many people do not see what a Nurse goes through each day my hat goes off to them.
The old man opens his eyes as I approach and manages a smile when he sees me.
“You again, young miss?” he struggles to speak.
She smiles and nods, checking his vitals, and fluffing his pillows. The old man is not long for this world; I hope his family makes it.
She sits and holds his hand for a few minutes, catching him up on the news, anything to take his mind off the inevitable.
As she leaves, the old man catches...
#LifeChangingMoment
606 reads
2 Comments
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
15th Jan 2025 00:57am
Last Rainbow
I am the rainbow after your storm
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
The sky is not of slate grey
It is darker, unrelenting, menacing
it summons the lightning
wicked in its invention
You see it
Before you hear the destruction
You feel it
Through the concrete construction
There's no time to run from the devastation
Boom!
Crack!
Pow!
What is left now?
The sun
Peaks its head out for fun
Illuminating the particles in the sky
Seeing all the colors way up high
Wish on...
#rhyming
#StreamOfConsciousness
200 reads
14 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 9:19pm
15th Apr 2025 9:19pm
Motives
One of the reasons that MAGA folks get so hung up on the letter of the law, particularly the specifics that their lawyers can semantically sabotage to their own perverted ends, is so that they can more readily mask their deep seated desire to use the law as a jurisprudentially rubber stamped vehicle to vicariously deliver the punishment that scratches their continual sadism itch, which they will never admit to.
And of course their deep seated desire for seeing punishment delivered leads to the ceaseless miscarriages of justice, that are so shocking to the rest of us, yet it is the...
And of course their deep seated desire for seeing punishment delivered leads to the ceaseless miscarriages of justice, that are so shocking to the rest of us, yet it is the...
#HumanRights
#ignorance
#oppression #politics
#oppression #politics
84 reads
13 Comments
DaisyGrace
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 1:41am
7th Apr 2025 1:41am
A Woman Tries to Distract Herself from Her Pain with Writing and Books while Trying to Get Comfortable in Her Bed
His careful hands move
splayed journals and pencil bags
and a battered, dog-eared copy of Archaic Smile
from the tangle of blankets and pillows
and hot water bottles.
He burrows under my arm
just like he did when he was small,
and for just a sparkling moment
we are not a sick mother
and her fourteen-year-old son –
We are a constellation of swirling
gold and silver, fire and ice,
the spark of all good things on this good earth.
For a moment, I hold the entirety of the world
in my not...
splayed journals and pencil bags
and a battered, dog-eared copy of Archaic Smile
from the tangle of blankets and pillows
and hot water bottles.
He burrows under my arm
just like he did when he was small,
and for just a sparkling moment
we are not a sick mother
and her fourteen-year-old son –
We are a constellation of swirling
gold and silver, fire and ice,
the spark of all good things on this good earth.
For a moment, I hold the entirety of the world
in my not...
#motherhood
15 reads
4 Comments
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