Life Cycle Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#LifeCycle
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Mar 2024 3:59pm
28th Mar 2024 3:59pm
Poseur
I wonder if naturists
See me as a nudity prostitute
As i'm paid
For being naked
In front of a small throng
Of budding artists
Like a life modelling gangbang
I remain chaste
Rather than chased
No fun, or frolics
Just hard core posing
For hard cash
For my two hour flash dash
I'm a conducter
Of an orchestra
Of a myriad palettes
Paintbrushes, pencils, pens, and pastels
Connect with lily white paper
Leaky interpretations
Of me!
I have about thirty of them
Adorning my hall wall
They could...
See me as a nudity prostitute
As i'm paid
For being naked
In front of a small throng
Of budding artists
Like a life modelling gangbang
I remain chaste
Rather than chased
No fun, or frolics
Just hard core posing
For hard cash
For my two hour flash dash
I'm a conducter
Of an orchestra
Of a myriad palettes
Paintbrushes, pencils, pens, and pastels
Connect with lily white paper
Leaky interpretations
Of me!
I have about thirty of them
Adorning my hall wall
They could...
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #art
#LifeCycle #art
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moroccanpoet
Poem Published
27th Mar 2024 3:33am
27th Mar 2024 3:33am
Without a mask
Drifting away in the depths of my mind,
Lost amidst the shifting sands of time,
I gather fragments of information,
Radiant before my bewildered eyes.
The words spoken hold little meaning,
Actions unfolding, a puzzle unsolved,
I wander aimlessly, endlessly,
A clown in this theater of dreams.
Uncertain of my role, my purpose,
Striving to grasp the elusive truth,
I navigate the labyrinth of existence,
The heart's tug of war, an endless pursuit.
Lost like a diamond amid scattered stones,
Within the vast expanse of...
Lost amidst the shifting sands of time,
I gather fragments of information,
Radiant before my bewildered eyes.
The words spoken hold little meaning,
Actions unfolding, a puzzle unsolved,
I wander aimlessly, endlessly,
A clown in this theater of dreams.
Uncertain of my role, my purpose,
Striving to grasp the elusive truth,
I navigate the labyrinth of existence,
The heart's tug of war, an endless pursuit.
Lost like a diamond amid scattered stones,
Within the vast expanse of...
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
127 reads
5 Comments
diamonddave75
Poem Published
10th Mar 2024 7:48am
10th Mar 2024 7:48am
The Other Is A Sleep
why am i here i ask
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
denied of a reply
making money the only task
taxed until the day i die
what is the meaning?
in the simplest terms
i keep on dreaming
without significant returns
i’m not surprised to find
that the world was rigged
open doors in my mind
it was my heart i gigged
numbed in the pale silence
current demons are encrypted
we kindly invite violence
while coming off as fake or scripted
another random, Tuesday
visiting the familiar voices
reminded of the role i play
the weight...
#childhood
#death
#LifeCycle #aging
#LifeCycle #aging
84 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
8th Mar 2024 1:42pm
8th Mar 2024 1:42pm
celebrating International Woman's Day! A poem:
Hear me roar
As quietly as a lioness
With the same finesse
So fine
The empty shadows
That fall
On empty walls
Of long forgotten heroines
Obscured by those
That censored the books
That have dug in the hooks
Of control
Yet the lionesses
That labour on
As the sweet song
Of equality lingers
Poised, and poignant
Elegant, and civilised
Human, and humane
Controlled
By the will of some men
Again
And again, and again
Adore the roar
This is what we should all strive for
by Jemia
As quietly as a lioness
With the same finesse
So fine
The empty shadows
That fall
On empty walls
Of long forgotten heroines
Obscured by those
That censored the books
That have dug in the hooks
Of control
Yet the lionesses
That labour on
As the sweet song
Of equality lingers
Poised, and poignant
Elegant, and civilised
Human, and humane
Controlled
By the will of some men
Again
And again, and again
Adore the roar
This is what we should all strive for
by Jemia
#women
#LifeCycle
#HumanRights
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wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
7th Mar 2024 8:14am
7th Mar 2024 8:14am
ghost buds
the little
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
ghost buds
were expected
on
the trees,
its show piece
among
the uncountable
leaves,
rambling green,
do not
hesitate
to show
yourself,
your beauty
is self-evident,
but one
may disappear
without notice,
and in
the column
of blue-gray,
you
will not
lose
your identity.
#identity
#trees
#nature #LifeCycle
#nature #LifeCycle
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6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
5th Mar 2024 00:20am
5th Mar 2024 00:20am
A Seagulls' View
To be a seagull
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
Floating
Along the silver grey sky
Clouds looming
Darkening
Yet the sullen earth
Remains dry
Yet unpredictably sly
Snaking along
In a quickening breeze
The seagull
Flaps, and flutters
As it sees what it sees
As the spilt remnants
Of discarded tourist food
Snapped up
Without so much as a thank you
Seagulls can be very rude!
by Jemia
#birds
#clouds
#LifeCycle
48 reads
2 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 5:23am
4th Mar 2024 5:23am
One More Night
I drink deeply of the silence
Of starry late winter skies
My old friend Orion marches in step
With Gemini and his companions;
A new moon hides behind the dark veil,
leaving distant suns sparkling with rare brilliance.
A teenager I once knew
Yearned painfully to reach those stars;
Eighteen to eighty serves up
A disheartening dose of reality
Year by year, day by day,
Moment by soul-crushing moment.
Yet dreams dead and buried
Slowly but surely give way
To clarity that cuts through the noise
Of...
Of starry late winter skies
My old friend Orion marches in step
With Gemini and his companions;
A new moon hides behind the dark veil,
leaving distant suns sparkling with rare brilliance.
A teenager I once knew
Yearned painfully to reach those stars;
Eighteen to eighty serves up
A disheartening dose of reality
Year by year, day by day,
Moment by soul-crushing moment.
Yet dreams dead and buried
Slowly but surely give way
To clarity that cuts through the noise
Of...
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#aging
#gratitude
#nostalgia
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1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Mar 2024 7:33pm
3rd Mar 2024 7:33pm
A Ponderance
As i sit here
Within my bed
Pondering the world
Inside my head
I dream of sleeping
And dreaming
Venturing
Into the wild wonderlands
Of anticipation
I drift
Floating through thoughts
As i'm left wondering
At possible destinations
That await me next.....
by Jemia
Within my bed
Pondering the world
Inside my head
I dream of sleeping
And dreaming
Venturing
Into the wild wonderlands
Of anticipation
I drift
Floating through thoughts
As i'm left wondering
At possible destinations
That await me next.....
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
59 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
29th Feb 2024 1:58pm
29th Feb 2024 1:58pm
Mad, Or What?
So here i am again
Living within the mundane
Trying to remain sane
Hoping that the inane, won't turn me insane
I don a white coat, not a mac
This white coat, does up at the back
But it's only put on when i go quack
And a flibble, and a flobble, and a yackety yack
It appears to all intent, and purposes, that ive gone mad
Or is this just another fad
Or another weird dream that ive had
When i need more padding, on my pad
It wasn't long, before i grew palmed hair
As i began growling, like a bear
And laugh...
Living within the mundane
Trying to remain sane
Hoping that the inane, won't turn me insane
I don a white coat, not a mac
This white coat, does up at the back
But it's only put on when i go quack
And a flibble, and a flobble, and a yackety yack
It appears to all intent, and purposes, that ive gone mad
Or is this just another fad
Or another weird dream that ive had
When i need more padding, on my pad
It wasn't long, before i grew palmed hair
As i began growling, like a bear
And laugh...
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle #surreal
#LifeCycle #surreal
59 reads
1 Comment
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
25th Feb 2024 12:59pm
25th Feb 2024 12:59pm
voices of ancestors
i heard
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
the sound
of flutes
playing in
the garden,
the fields,
leaves
alive now
with spirits,
no one
is asleep
in the far off
graveyard,
ancestors
wait,
their voices
come from
the
moist soil,
they
let me know
dreams
still exist.
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#admiration
#emotions
87 reads
6 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 7:15pm
24th Feb 2024 7:15pm
Flying Pigsfeet
Flying Pigsfeet
Ann had cooked the pigsfeet. Cat and Alice brought the steaks.
Clare arrived with veggies and Sarah’s tasty cakes.
Family members talked and laughed before we took our seats.
The house was filled with smells of food. I couldn’t wait to eat.
It was a lavish dinner on the eve of Halloween.
The table was bedecked with food. What a scrumptious scene!
We all sat down and bowed our heads while Pete said Holy Grace.
Then everyone began to eat at a wondrous tasty pace.
The steak was tender, the veggies...
Ann had cooked the pigsfeet. Cat and Alice brought the steaks.
Clare arrived with veggies and Sarah’s tasty cakes.
Family members talked and laughed before we took our seats.
The house was filled with smells of food. I couldn’t wait to eat.
It was a lavish dinner on the eve of Halloween.
The table was bedecked with food. What a scrumptious scene!
We all sat down and bowed our heads while Pete said Holy Grace.
Then everyone began to eat at a wondrous tasty pace.
The steak was tender, the veggies...
#nature
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
54 reads
2 Comments
Namyh
Poem Published
24th Feb 2024 5:06am
24th Feb 2024 5:06am
The Warrior Mice
The Warrior Mice
The orange and gold of the dark desert floor
did a fade with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
two mice did run, run, run
through a deep, deep gully of an upslant hill
over sand in the night sublime.
-Their hearts beat faster in the lost light
-from impending disaster of a fright night
-by the claws of an Owl now in mid-flight
as its wings sliced the air from behind.
But...
The orange and gold of the dark desert floor
did a fade with the plummet of the Sun
-and the red heat ebbed in the twilight
-while the blue stars twinkled in the nightlight.
-When the brown sand shifted in the moonlight,
two mice did run, run, run
through a deep, deep gully of an upslant hill
over sand in the night sublime.
-Their hearts beat faster in the lost light
-from impending disaster of a fright night
-by the claws of an Owl now in mid-flight
as its wings sliced the air from behind.
But...
#animals
#nature
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
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