Life Cycle Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#LifeCycle
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
26th Mar 2023 8:15pm
26th Mar 2023 8:15pm
Salt
Mornings are bone bright and raw,
Gut aching a lighthouse beacon,
Rotating in pea soup fog,
Memories flickering from some piecemeal vault
In this segmented fuck brain
That's always
Recalling
In geomorphic shapes,
Like some scribe cleric
Bent over a tome
Scrawling days into cuneiform:
Warm pretzel thick as cord
In my child's hands,
Sharp bullion bricks of salt
Embedded in the surface morass,
Sliding the scale
Into a navy blue blanket
Pulled overhead,
While the hunger...
Gut aching a lighthouse beacon,
Rotating in pea soup fog,
Memories flickering from some piecemeal vault
In this segmented fuck brain
That's always
Recalling
In geomorphic shapes,
Like some scribe cleric
Bent over a tome
Scrawling days into cuneiform:
Warm pretzel thick as cord
In my child's hands,
Sharp bullion bricks of salt
Embedded in the surface morass,
Sliding the scale
Into a navy blue blanket
Pulled overhead,
While the hunger...
#love
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#LifeCycle
#admiration
126 reads
9 Comments
Markis
Poem Published
25th Mar 2023 10:58am
25th Mar 2023 10:58am
Thought
The thing about life is
That in the end
Death always wins.
That in the end
Death always wins.
#LifeCycle
28 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2023 2:02pm
23rd Mar 2023 2:02pm
Horns
I dreamed of Pan's horns
I don't know if it's a fallacy
or if it can turn out to be phallic
but horns, Morpheus, horns?
Yes, Dr. Freud, I dreamed of horns!
I don't know what your interpretation is
but mine is very clear:
Sinful thoughts or actions
of a sleeping person.
A colorful character who acquires
a human form out of guilt
of their own folly and secret vices.
A horn in a dream symbolizes seduction,
sensuality and strong need
of an excellent erotic relationship.
...
I don't know if it's a fallacy
or if it can turn out to be phallic
but horns, Morpheus, horns?
Yes, Dr. Freud, I dreamed of horns!
I don't know what your interpretation is
but mine is very clear:
Sinful thoughts or actions
of a sleeping person.
A colorful character who acquires
a human form out of guilt
of their own folly and secret vices.
A horn in a dream symbolizes seduction,
sensuality and strong need
of an excellent erotic relationship.
...
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
36 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2023 5:29am
22nd Mar 2023 5:29am
Cold Dead Hand
He is the dark figure that always come calling
His presence means that this is the end of the road
His scythe cuts the thread of life, there’s no stalling
He comes to collect everything he is owed
He is the only thing that is assured in our lives
A pre-determined arrangement nobody knows
He is an unstoppable force that when he arrives
Everything halts briefly just as he comes and goes
You think you know your fate, your faith, his face?
He can take any shape or form or whatever situation
His cold dead hand can grab you...
His presence means that this is the end of the road
His scythe cuts the thread of life, there’s no stalling
He comes to collect everything he is owed
He is the only thing that is assured in our lives
A pre-determined arrangement nobody knows
He is an unstoppable force that when he arrives
Everything halts briefly just as he comes and goes
You think you know your fate, your faith, his face?
He can take any shape or form or whatever situation
His cold dead hand can grab you...
#death
#scary
#LifeCycle
67 reads
6 Comments
DanielChristensen
Poem Published
21st Mar 2023 7:32pm
21st Mar 2023 7:32pm
The Absence of Magic
Crushed under heel, your cigarette smolders in heavy waves of gray, defiant to its last breath. Compare its progress to the formation of debris fields, Saturn's rings, the Kuiper belt. Smaller scale, the same physical principles in play. Force of momentum and attraction, mass and density, light and a path of longitudinal oscillations along the line of propagation. Beauty in the facility of simple movement.
She exhales and laughs bitterly, throws bursts of sound like glass at me that shatters against my face. I wait, let your silence reign, until you will speak again. What isn’t a...
She exhales and laughs bitterly, throws bursts of sound like glass at me that shatters against my face. I wait, let your silence reign, until you will speak again. What isn’t a...
#love
#universe
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
121 reads
19 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
19th Mar 2023 4:59pm
Turn Left at Burnt Coffin and Follow the Silence
Rag-and-bone man sells wilted flowers
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
for graveside manners
picnic blankets beside tombs
As refugees of misted lands
rambles of shingled memories
breast coasts with words left unspoken
Travelling orbs are flecks of dust,
palm reading and astrology
guessing of sight’s second coming,
even the blind man knows his way home
Always coming back
to kitchen aroma
bodies of paperback spine
mouths wept tales of Romany…..
If you could see me now,
a full embalmment away from
the vodka-corpsed cymru...
#hope
#mother
#LifeCycle #graveyard
#LifeCycle #graveyard
139 reads
15 Comments
Louisamay
Poem Published
17th Mar 2023 6:33pm
17th Mar 2023 6:33pm
Life
A soft wind to cool your brow
A delicate hum to calm your emotions
The green color plate of the new season
Promises to soothe your troubled mind
Why do the doves coo so melodically
When the silence of overwhelming is approaching
I will ride the oncoming storm
But will I emerge whole
Or will I be a fragmented version
Wiser, damaged, broken
A glitch of what I was
A moment a memory
Waiting to blossom once again
The seasons are inevitable
I welcome and fear
Until all is dust again
A delicate hum to calm your emotions
The green color plate of the new season
Promises to soothe your troubled mind
Why do the doves coo so melodically
When the silence of overwhelming is approaching
I will ride the oncoming storm
But will I emerge whole
Or will I be a fragmented version
Wiser, damaged, broken
A glitch of what I was
A moment a memory
Waiting to blossom once again
The seasons are inevitable
I welcome and fear
Until all is dust again
#depression
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
45 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
17th Mar 2023 1:31am
17th Mar 2023 1:31am
I am your artist, I am your muse
Weathered
Like the painting
I am
Barrio Urban
South side
Writer’s block
You could cut with a knife
Art is my remains
Mentor, lover, muse
Choices and regrets
Sliced and diced
I never give up
The struggle
A piece of cake
Prefer Key Lime Pie
Work harder
Sleep tomorrow
Like the painting
I am
Barrio Urban
South side
Writer’s block
You could cut with a knife
Art is my remains
Mentor, lover, muse
Choices and regrets
Sliced and diced
I never give up
The struggle
A piece of cake
Prefer Key Lime Pie
Work harder
Sleep tomorrow
#strength
#identity
#myself
#LifeCycle
#art
162 reads
46 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
15th Mar 2023 6:14pm
15th Mar 2023 6:14pm
Thoughts Framed at Splash Point, 15:00
And though the rain draized
last night’s dream from my eyes,
the vision shared its secrets with the sea
An horizon tanker spilt ink into everything,
in this grey land between two piers
wedded are the hidden fingers of light
Nothing I could say would make the sea weep
for she’s been crying forever, or so it seems,
galleons of whisky would bring you closer to me
in gallery of ‘love oft whispered, is ready to submit’
the dark-lit sand remembered
baptised fragment disciples from cloud scree:
...
last night’s dream from my eyes,
the vision shared its secrets with the sea
An horizon tanker spilt ink into everything,
in this grey land between two piers
wedded are the hidden fingers of light
Nothing I could say would make the sea weep
for she’s been crying forever, or so it seems,
galleons of whisky would bring you closer to me
in gallery of ‘love oft whispered, is ready to submit’
the dark-lit sand remembered
baptised fragment disciples from cloud scree:
...
#LifeCycle
#redemption
97 reads
12 Comments
EdibleWords
Poem Published
14th Mar 2023 5:59pm
14th Mar 2023 5:59pm
God’s Acts of Destruction
God is light and Life. In Him is no shadow of turning. But to say God does not have the right (or moral capability) to turn flesh to dust is to ignore that the appearance of death to God is an illusion.
For example, if a wicked man “dies” he is already dead. Therefore God isn’t turning a life to dust if he is put down. Meanwhile, the righteous have eternal life. God cannot kill him by turning his flesh to dust, even if He calls His son to come home, because he can never die.
God takes the righteous to spare him from needless suffering. He takes the wicked when his cup is...
For example, if a wicked man “dies” he is already dead. Therefore God isn’t turning a life to dust if he is put down. Meanwhile, the righteous have eternal life. God cannot kill him by turning his flesh to dust, even if He calls His son to come home, because he can never die.
God takes the righteous to spare him from needless suffering. He takes the wicked when his cup is...
#death
#God
#LifeCycle
54 reads
1 Comment
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
12th Mar 2023 8:46pm
12th Mar 2023 8:46pm
All One Summer Breath
In the body of this room
her scent, like poetry,
has no expiry date
The night can be an elderberry darkening
veins collecting lightning from earth’s scatterings,
apricot lozenge scrapes
weary embers from my throat,
guitars of orchard flesh
wait to be plucked in summer rain
Coffee and cigarette rush-hour
breaks sunday’s silent hym(e)ns,
torn notebook pages pulpit my feet
like white maps of the world before creation
Teething my three tongues
to colours of your one voice,
words fuck frost from the...
her scent, like poetry,
has no expiry date
The night can be an elderberry darkening
veins collecting lightning from earth’s scatterings,
apricot lozenge scrapes
weary embers from my throat,
guitars of orchard flesh
wait to be plucked in summer rain
Coffee and cigarette rush-hour
breaks sunday’s silent hym(e)ns,
torn notebook pages pulpit my feet
like white maps of the world before creation
Teething my three tongues
to colours of your one voice,
words fuck frost from the...
#LifeCycle
#redemption
108 reads
10 Comments
Nizana
Poem Published
11th Mar 2023 5:53pm
11th Mar 2023 5:53pm
Surrender
At the break of dawn our bodies rise and fall
with living waters here since the beginning of creation.
What shifting inside the earth causes this
final tsunami to roll over our joining.
If I could choose my dying, it would be
while I’m still beautiful. If I could choose
my place, it would be here in your tangled tendrils
that hold me like a stone being washed into the sea.
I want to die on a dawn like this
with your resolute desires holding fast
within me as ever-cresting waves pour over us.
When it’s time, I’ll...
with living waters here since the beginning of creation.
What shifting inside the earth causes this
final tsunami to roll over our joining.
If I could choose my dying, it would be
while I’m still beautiful. If I could choose
my place, it would be here in your tangled tendrils
that hold me like a stone being washed into the sea.
I want to die on a dawn like this
with your resolute desires holding fast
within me as ever-cresting waves pour over us.
When it’s time, I’ll...
#lust
#sex
#death #LifeCycle
#death #LifeCycle
129 reads
6 Comments
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