Life Cycle Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#LifeCycle
star watching
star watching,
casual glances
in april, those
rain showers
weeping
open promises,
leading flowers
to bloom,
those
soft petals
aching
to resume
their romance.
casual glances
in april, those
rain showers
weeping
open promises,
leading flowers
to bloom,
those
soft petals
aching
to resume
their romance.
#happiness
#flowers
#spring
#nature
#LifeCycle
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Woman in the mirror
I am looking at the woman in the mirror
I'm started to see so much clearer
The time it took for me to see me
Didn't seem to happen gradually
It took time to see me
I didn't know who that truly was
You do not know how hard it is
To not feel as if you know who you see
Overcoming yesterday to walk into today
Allowed me to see so much clearer
So I had to make a change in how I saw me
That way I could see myself in a better view
#seeingthetruth
I'm started to see so much clearer
The time it took for me to see me
Didn't seem to happen gradually
It took time to see me
I didn't know who that truly was
You do not know how hard it is
To not feel as if you know who you see
Overcoming yesterday to walk into today
Allowed me to see so much clearer
So I had to make a change in how I saw me
That way I could see myself in a better view
#seeingthetruth
#LifeCycle
#aging
#dating
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The Sweet And The Sting
Syncing with my abnormalities
sinking into dark realities
stepping through the death of should have been
fighting for a life I cannot win
Racing through the days, it’s all nothing
rejected yet again, it’s crushing
the body and the soul of this boy
blowing through a heart that bleeds joy
Rapidly chasing, I plead with death
offer in trade to give my last breath
laughingly speaking now you stay alive
many more torments that you must survive
So this be the cycle spinning through time
lost in the riddle at peace...
sinking into dark realities
stepping through the death of should have been
fighting for a life I cannot win
Racing through the days, it’s all nothing
rejected yet again, it’s crushing
the body and the soul of this boy
blowing through a heart that bleeds joy
Rapidly chasing, I plead with death
offer in trade to give my last breath
laughingly speaking now you stay alive
many more torments that you must survive
So this be the cycle spinning through time
lost in the riddle at peace...
#dark
#LifeCycle
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Corvus
Struck by the gloss of the ebony plumage
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
#death
#birds
#LifeCycle
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Infinitely inherent
02/30
Infinitely inherent
Lately, i feel quite fatigued
spiritually weak and tired
drowning in personal sweat
all to consuming
eating away day in, night out
immanently opposite
lusting to break free
from the gravitational pull
of Gaia’s keep
. . . . .
i am more than ready
for the transcendent
experience
we all will gain
( Releasing
that which a higher plane
of enlightened energies
enveloped all ...
Infinitely inherent
Lately, i feel quite fatigued
spiritually weak and tired
drowning in personal sweat
all to consuming
eating away day in, night out
immanently opposite
lusting to break free
from the gravitational pull
of Gaia’s keep
. . . . .
i am more than ready
for the transcendent
experience
we all will gain
( Releasing
that which a higher plane
of enlightened energies
enveloped all ...
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical #NaPoWriMo2024
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Has Tings!
Hastings has tings, oh yeah
Cliff railways, a castle ruin,and plenty of sea air
Great music, poetry, and a myriad of arts
Lots of twittens, and alleys, short cuts to other parts
Green men, mermaids, and pirates galore
Little boats a'bobbing, close to the shore
Seabirds aplenty, floating in the sky
Ponds in parks, wherein live the dragonfly
Behind the old bowling green in Alexander Park
Within the pond reeds, dragonflies sky lark
Hastings has tings, that tickle and tease
A shimmering moonlight, afloat on the seas
And skies at sunset,...
Cliff railways, a castle ruin,and plenty of sea air
Great music, poetry, and a myriad of arts
Lots of twittens, and alleys, short cuts to other parts
Green men, mermaids, and pirates galore
Little boats a'bobbing, close to the shore
Seabirds aplenty, floating in the sky
Ponds in parks, wherein live the dragonfly
Behind the old bowling green in Alexander Park
Within the pond reeds, dragonflies sky lark
Hastings has tings, that tickle and tease
A shimmering moonlight, afloat on the seas
And skies at sunset,...
#nature
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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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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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
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Happily
I see no future.
Defined only by memories,
knowing full well they are
slowly dying, and I with them.
No solace.
Even the greatest fade.
A dust to be exhaled,
dead skin that falls away.
Will I be remembered?
For a time perhaps, a blink
of an eye. Eroding into extinction
I become nothing.
Happily.
Defined only by memories,
knowing full well they are
slowly dying, and I with them.
No solace.
Even the greatest fade.
A dust to be exhaled,
dead skin that falls away.
Will I be remembered?
For a time perhaps, a blink
of an eye. Eroding into extinction
I become nothing.
Happily.
#memories
#LifeCycle
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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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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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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
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