Life Cycle Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#LifeCycle
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:46am
Yesterday 1:46am
There will be challenges
Have you ever wondered is it possible to be able to separate thyself, from the negativity and drama with it's deepness of inner vibes. Filled with hurt and pure confusion and drama and madness, that will have you going completely insane. 😮💨 For sure it's necessary to be able to share, our thoughts and insight and bring, honest and truth into the realness of a true relationship. AS it is with a strong commitment and real consistency. To do what you say you came into my life to do, and be able to prove that to me, as man to woman as I prove myself to you, as woman to man....
#aging
#death
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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0 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Jenn_Leigh
Jenn_Leigh
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
2nd Feb 2025 5:49am
Random Journal Entry: Mania, Day 34
I feel savage; lonely
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
in my bubble of mania;
I can’t focus on you,
Or you,
Or me, or them;
I’ll shatter if I do, so it’s
head down, one foot
tripping the other;
yet I manage to land upright
…for now
I’m holding for now
my true self rejoices
at having been set free;
I had no choice
but to take the drugs
that forced her out;
she was ripping my insides
to shreds, crying herself to sleep
in a bed she made;
procrastination is a death dealer;
coming to steal away
whatever you...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfDiscovery
67 reads
6 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 3:30pm
30th Jan 2025 3:30pm
The Rooted Lofty Tree
She sat there under a rooted lofty tree.. Shading branches and fanning leaves kept her company... The hissing of silence and the reigning of solitude driving her cold at home. She took a step out to let vanish the void that filled her chest. She brooded over herself the one of the past leafing through her memories... "That's the apple of my eye.. The lifeblood of my heart!.." She came to taste beauty.. To touch the very core of delight when He was brought to her life. Burning all the candles of her youth at both sides, extremely weary but profoundly contented. The echoes of giggles...
#aging
#gratitude
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#nostalgia
44 reads
2 Comments
Nowhere_
HaleyJade
HaleyJade
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 5:28am
29th Jan 2025 5:28am
Groundhog Day.
My unbeating heart makes not one
Single gesture
The sores on my arms are infected and festered
Blood runs cold, stopping in its tracks
What was once full of life, now lacks
Lay still, silent
Though not quiet, no not very quiet
Searing red, strife and violence.
I wake up, in a hospital bed
Only to find that it’s happened again.
What could possibly have gone wrong?
As I wake from the dead,
Entire life infront of me
Hanging by a thread
There’s No light at the end of my tunnel ...
Single gesture
The sores on my arms are infected and festered
Blood runs cold, stopping in its tracks
What was once full of life, now lacks
Lay still, silent
Though not quiet, no not very quiet
Searing red, strife and violence.
I wake up, in a hospital bed
Only to find that it’s happened again.
What could possibly have gone wrong?
As I wake from the dead,
Entire life infront of me
Hanging by a thread
There’s No light at the end of my tunnel ...
#dark
#LifeCycle
#sadness
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
Without love
What is life without love, for is it still call life when we are alone in the dead of the night skies. THAT hangs upon our very words, like the silence of our night tears that seems, to be lost in the very mixture of unforgotten time. ⌚ For sure do we really know what is life without love, but yet we still crave that real feeling of love and affection, and support and understanding. Only to be denied that what we crave due to the point, that we start shifting our own personal thoughts, 🤔 to dive deeper than deep into the process of the way that, we think and believe in our heart...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#happiness
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
59 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:02pm
24th Jan 2025 2:02pm
No boundries
White sand is nonstop
The hourglass will betray
We'll forever love
The hourglass will betray
We'll forever love
#aging
#LifeCycle
#love #senryu
#love #senryu
75 reads
14 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 8:35pm
22nd Jan 2025 8:35pm
Frigid Sky
Time is passing by and slowly
Losing all its breath
Sun is going down so lonely
In the frosty, distant west
Cold nasty winds are blowing
All the hopes fade away
While life is freezing
Into a snowy, powdery haze
Within a frozen moment
Into a crystal winter sky
Memories are melting
Tears open up my eyes
Soon salvation
Will bring a long-awaited end
Reaching primordial creation
Uniting with you, my old friend
Losing all its breath
Sun is going down so lonely
In the frosty, distant west
Cold nasty winds are blowing
All the hopes fade away
While life is freezing
Into a snowy, powdery haze
Within a frozen moment
Into a crystal winter sky
Memories are melting
Tears open up my eyes
Soon salvation
Will bring a long-awaited end
Reaching primordial creation
Uniting with you, my old friend
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#memories
#rhyming
#winter
70 reads
8 Comments
moon_bather
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 3:56am
22nd Jan 2025 3:56am
Existential Crisis
What happens
With these piles of paper
Once I meet
The Grim Reaper?
With these piles of paper
Once I meet
The Grim Reaper?
#dark
#death
#despair
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
64 reads
3 Comments
Damselinhandcuffs
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
20th Jan 2025 5:31am
The Loneliest Constellation
How can one be so lonely from the beginning,
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
From the cellular start
Before the tongue and breath have formed, before the light touches the baby
Maybe it was rotting in the marrow of my bitter father,
Tortured in a nebula of his own mind and violence
The infant understanding selfishness in the winning of all this existence
Yes, I should have let a son take my place
...
#escape
#LifeCycle
#relationships
#loneliness
#universe
69 reads
4 Comments
neves
Poem Published
18th Jan 2025 9:14am
18th Jan 2025 9:14am
Now, about those highways
I like to remember things my own way. How I remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. —David Lynch, Lost Highway
We all have them don't we?
Most of us see them
as routes to destinations,
lines guiding us to private
paradises and cramming in
what we can on a long drive.
This is where i'm home
headlights and yellow lines,
polaroids hanging off old
monuments, memories
tacked on the trunks of
tall trees, oral stories
half finished dripping
off somebody's lips.
...
We all have them don't we?
Most of us see them
as routes to destinations,
lines guiding us to private
paradises and cramming in
what we can on a long drive.
This is where i'm home
headlights and yellow lines,
polaroids hanging off old
monuments, memories
tacked on the trunks of
tall trees, oral stories
half finished dripping
off somebody's lips.
...
#LifeCycle
130 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
17th Jan 2025 3:07pm
Death of a Big Fish
for David Lynch
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
The strangeness inherent in you
was not disturbing, in the end,
not in a sense that prophesied flames, at least,
but opened up a strange vista,
one terrifying in Radcliffe’s vision
of what defines terror:
expanding your soul, not annihilating.
A woman in trouble. Wrapped in plastic.
Bipedal bunny rabbits in human clothes.
Dennis Hopper huffing gas.
Laura Dern with weird stretched-out smile.
Or LAX in brightest day.
The sentimental turned
to sinister. Black Lodge. Dwarf.
These painterly...
#admiration
#art
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
#LifeCycle #PopCulture
64 reads
2 Comments
TimWombles
Poem Published
17th Jan 2025 9:10am
17th Jan 2025 9:10am
The Ticking Clock
As I grow older, time passes by
Seems like day after day
I lose another friend I've known
Everyone passes away
But I'm still hanging on
Sometimes I have to ask why?
I can't describe the pain
Or the emptiness I feel inside
Time isn't kind to anyone
So it seems to me
We're all forgotten in the end
Lost to posterity
Whether we rot in the ground
Or go ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Even the strongest metals
Decay and turn to rust
~Chorus~
Where do we go when we pass
There's only one...
Seems like day after day
I lose another friend I've known
Everyone passes away
But I'm still hanging on
Sometimes I have to ask why?
I can't describe the pain
Or the emptiness I feel inside
Time isn't kind to anyone
So it seems to me
We're all forgotten in the end
Lost to posterity
Whether we rot in the ground
Or go ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Even the strongest metals
Decay and turn to rust
~Chorus~
Where do we go when we pass
There's only one...
#death
#LifeCycle
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