Life Cycle Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#LifeCycle
Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
Today 10:15am
Today 10:15am
Take it
Sometimes special moments catch you off guard
You’re boarding a flight
Flying away to another lifetime
A juncture is upon you
Which way do you go
What direction do you choose to head in
Sometimes in those moments
Everything changes
A new life path carved out in front of you
Ahead lies mystery, perhaps sanctuary
Perhaps scarcity, perhaps anxiety
The unknown can be a thrill to some
However It can be torture to others
I don’t know where I fall on that scale
But I do know I wanna take the dive...
You’re boarding a flight
Flying away to another lifetime
A juncture is upon you
Which way do you go
What direction do you choose to head in
Sometimes in those moments
Everything changes
A new life path carved out in front of you
Ahead lies mystery, perhaps sanctuary
Perhaps scarcity, perhaps anxiety
The unknown can be a thrill to some
However It can be torture to others
I don’t know where I fall on that scale
But I do know I wanna take the dive...
#fate
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
#philosophical
#SelfReflection
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cabcool
Poem Published
Today 2:52am
Today 2:52am
april songs: journey of life 5
april song 05—infantile
thus the specimental blueprint
nurtured by umbilicus
comes to terms with awesome foot-sprint
whose Seed shall deliver us.
infantile—complete but helpless
—in the milk of human care.
shall He bloom blood-red and selfless,
with whose love none can compare?
is the crown of thorns too prickly
for the innocent of birth?
does the Cross bring death too quickly
to redeem a fallen earth?
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan ...
thus the specimental blueprint
nurtured by umbilicus
comes to terms with awesome foot-sprint
whose Seed shall deliver us.
infantile—complete but helpless
—in the milk of human care.
shall He bloom blood-red and selfless,
with whose love none can compare?
is the crown of thorns too prickly
for the innocent of birth?
does the Cross bring death too quickly
to redeem a fallen earth?
could the seed of every woman
save the seed of every man,
fate would fashion an in lieu plan ...
#birth
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#NaPoWriMo2024
#sacrifice
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cabcool
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 2:55am
17th Apr 2024 2:55am
april songs: journey of life 3
april song 03—embryonic
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign border
that restrains the worldly-wise.
embryonic ill is fatal
to the unborn innocent
who does not pursue postnatal
rectitude with bold intent.
well might he the father’s grapevine
nurture with its bitter ink,
or else walk hope’s trim and thin line,
though he teeters on the brink.
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of...
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign border
that restrains the worldly-wise.
embryonic ill is fatal
to the unborn innocent
who does not pursue postnatal
rectitude with bold intent.
well might he the father’s grapevine
nurture with its bitter ink,
or else walk hope’s trim and thin line,
though he teeters on the brink.
offspring of a fallen father,
well might every child aspire
not of broken genes to gather
harvests of...
#birth
#motherhood
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2024
#LifeCycle #NaPoWriMo2024
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Kinkwizard_95
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 10:18pm
15th Apr 2024 10:18pm
Ponder that…
Is death really the end?
Is it ever really over?
It just doesn’t seem logical to me
I know I’ve never believed it is
Yet when death stares you in the face
All logic goes out the window
I know she’s not really gone
She’s as close to me as ever
I can feel her all around me
She’s in each breath that I breathe
She’s in every tear that I cry
She is everywhere and in everything I do
She’s as gone now as she was when alive
She’s as present now as one can be in death
She’s constantly near and far
Always...
Is it ever really over?
It just doesn’t seem logical to me
I know I’ve never believed it is
Yet when death stares you in the face
All logic goes out the window
I know she’s not really gone
She’s as close to me as ever
I can feel her all around me
She’s in each breath that I breathe
She’s in every tear that I cry
She is everywhere and in everything I do
She’s as gone now as she was when alive
She’s as present now as one can be in death
She’s constantly near and far
Always...
#death
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#NaPoWriMo2024
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7 Comments
Josiah
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 5:13pm
15th Apr 2024 5:13pm
It's Time
We have none to lose
Yet, it slips away
When most kinetic
In jubilant high spirits
It slips between grasp
Like pouring sand
Prying my own hands open
To lose my miser's cloak
At peak's potential
Yet it trudges onward
With seconds saturated
Scraps go to the dogs
Stay vigilant in panning
This eternal river for gold
Some days, perfume
Wisps that float by
Brushing into us
With memories
Like close embraces
Mixed with soft lips
Other days,...
Yet, it slips away
When most kinetic
In jubilant high spirits
It slips between grasp
Like pouring sand
Prying my own hands open
To lose my miser's cloak
At peak's potential
Yet it trudges onward
With seconds saturated
Scraps go to the dogs
Stay vigilant in panning
This eternal river for gold
Some days, perfume
Wisps that float by
Brushing into us
With memories
Like close embraces
Mixed with soft lips
Other days,...
#NaPoWriMo2024
#river
#LifeCycle #bittersweet
#LifeCycle #bittersweet
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2 Comments
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 5:49am
15th Apr 2024 5:49am
Death By Taxes
Exploiting the need
Setting the cost of this dead end living
In this system, the consumer is the feed
Lives for auction, waged efforts in short changed bidding
Cycles of debt make up bondages of dependency
Desperation to control in this market of captivity
Oppressive price tags and credit scores to earn a right to owe
Qualifying for financial burdens
They own the ground in which we sow
Harvesting more costly endeavors in this death grip for a home
Culture of the illusion of success
Retirement savings for future...
Setting the cost of this dead end living
In this system, the consumer is the feed
Lives for auction, waged efforts in short changed bidding
Cycles of debt make up bondages of dependency
Desperation to control in this market of captivity
Oppressive price tags and credit scores to earn a right to owe
Qualifying for financial burdens
They own the ground in which we sow
Harvesting more costly endeavors in this death grip for a home
Culture of the illusion of success
Retirement savings for future...
#anxiety
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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poetOftragedy
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 3:17pm
12th Apr 2024 3:17pm
Fear is GOD
Ants think grasshopper to be numen
Grasshopper thinks bird to be demiurge.
Rat think snake to be divinity
Snake think eagle to be celestial.
Fish think shark to be titan
Shark think orcas to be icon.
Lamb thinks lion to be daemon
Lion think man to be immortal.
And man think emptiness to be God
Get it now?
There's no God, only that which we fear
Grasshopper thinks bird to be demiurge.
Rat think snake to be divinity
Snake think eagle to be celestial.
Fish think shark to be titan
Shark think orcas to be icon.
Lamb thinks lion to be daemon
Lion think man to be immortal.
And man think emptiness to be God
Get it now?
There's no God, only that which we fear
#God
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle #fear
#LifeCycle #fear
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Northern_Soul
-Missy-
-Missy-
Poem Published
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
12th Apr 2024 9:30am
Hymn to the Crone
When Cally died aged 33
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
of cancer, leaving behind
a Husband, 2 young lads
and an ocean of emptiness
I asked big questions
what it really means
as we float around space
on a cosmic bowling ball
if it means anything at all
inbetween paying bills
and taxes. How a world
can spin, seemingly
out of control.
I see those lads sometimes,
their little faces gleaming
through Facebook pictures,
Hubbie’s arm around
someone new
how well they look
after...
#women
#LifeCycle
#aging
#pagan
#cancer
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3 Comments
Eerie
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 4:28pm
11th Apr 2024 4:28pm
Journey to the Stars
There are no more holes
to bury secrets.
Standing in the chasm between
body and spirit, I am unbroken.
Taking back my time, my being,
my every last piece that once was dismantled,
walking into a new life
here, or into another dimension
replete with love:
this is the measure of life.
Emerging in starlight as
dust to earth
heat to fire
breath to air
weightless to water.
My journey to the stars
may be long…
But it is healing.
to bury secrets.
Standing in the chasm between
body and spirit, I am unbroken.
Taking back my time, my being,
my every last piece that once was dismantled,
walking into a new life
here, or into another dimension
replete with love:
this is the measure of life.
Emerging in starlight as
dust to earth
heat to fire
breath to air
weightless to water.
My journey to the stars
may be long…
But it is healing.
#death
#stars
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
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cabcool
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 6:29am
11th Apr 2024 6:29am
april songs: journey of life 2
april song 02: elemental
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
he could write a script for living
in his earthen universe,
lest binge-taking and stinge-giving
change his blessing to a curse.
he could write a script for dying,
if he understood that life
must soon, in the grave, be lying
‘neath old, cold grim reaper’s knife.
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign...
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
he could write a script for living
in his earthen universe,
lest binge-taking and stinge-giving
change his blessing to a curse.
he could write a script for dying,
if he understood that life
must soon, in the grave, be lying
‘neath old, cold grim reaper’s knife.
he cannot rescind the order
of his freewill compromise
who makes void the sovereign...
#spring
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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cabcool
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 2:28am
11th Apr 2024 2:28am
april songs: journey of life 1
april song 01: conceptual
concept of Almighty Father,
more conceptual than mere thought;
for I Am is greater, farther,
whom we know not as we ought.
dust there was upon the new earth,
light there was at His command;
formed He of the dust the true-birth
of His image, by His Hand.
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
would his scribble be of eden
or his ink blot of the heathen?
© Copyright 2024 March...
concept of Almighty Father,
more conceptual than mere thought;
for I Am is greater, farther,
whom we know not as we ought.
dust there was upon the new earth,
light there was at His command;
formed He of the dust the true-birth
of His image, by His Hand.
journey of a thousand footsteps,
man conceived as living soul;
concept of superior concepts:
what would he write on the scroll?
would his scribble be of eden
or his ink blot of the heathen?
© Copyright 2024 March...
#spring
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Isgyppie_
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 8:35pm
10th Apr 2024 8:35pm
Lessons in Nature
You do not see the flowers
Turn away the bees
Nor do you see the birds
Being banished by the trees
There are no bounds in nature
Every little thing takes what it needs
And provides sustainability for
Nourishment and peace
We have falsely learned
Possession is the way
And as long as we continue to hoard
Our consciousness will not awake
Turn away the bees
Nor do you see the birds
Being banished by the trees
There are no bounds in nature
Every little thing takes what it needs
And provides sustainability for
Nourishment and peace
We have falsely learned
Possession is the way
And as long as we continue to hoard
Our consciousness will not awake
#nature
#LifeCycle
#NaPoWriMo2024
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