Life Cycle Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#LifeCycle
Nizana
Lauryn
Lauryn
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 12:23pm
12th Mar 2025 12:23pm
The Bedroom Door
Our home was quiet since her father left four years before.
A single bare yellow light bulb lit the porch
Where my little girl fell into the arms of a boy
As I had done years before, caught in the spell of a first love.
Weeks later, I stood outside her bedroom door,
A stoic sentinel holding thoughts of my first time.
While listening to her laughter echo against the
walls of her modest room, I felt the sting of tears.
The years had flown past me like the gentle weep of willows.
Memories stirred my own youthful...
A single bare yellow light bulb lit the porch
Where my little girl fell into the arms of a boy
As I had done years before, caught in the spell of a first love.
Weeks later, I stood outside her bedroom door,
A stoic sentinel holding thoughts of my first time.
While listening to her laughter echo against the
walls of her modest room, I felt the sting of tears.
The years had flown past me like the gentle weep of willows.
Memories stirred my own youthful...
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
#sex #teens
#sex #teens
217 reads
3 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
12th Mar 2025 8:07am
12th Mar 2025 8:07am
The Silence of Running Water
We built a mountain
out of dust
dry skin on old bones
and hollowed-out eyes
drinking from the crack in the glass.
The rivers ran backward,
spitting out promises
that tasted like iron.
Feet,
footprints carved into gravel,
burning with the weight of a thousand forgotten years
we ran like shadows chasing the sun
but the light never reached us,
just slipped away
into the cracks of our teeth
and disappeared into the sky
that never looked down.
I saw the rain dance,
but it wasn’t real.
It was...
out of dust
dry skin on old bones
and hollowed-out eyes
drinking from the crack in the glass.
The rivers ran backward,
spitting out promises
that tasted like iron.
Feet,
footprints carved into gravel,
burning with the weight of a thousand forgotten years
we ran like shadows chasing the sun
but the light never reached us,
just slipped away
into the cracks of our teeth
and disappeared into the sky
that never looked down.
I saw the rain dance,
but it wasn’t real.
It was...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion
80 reads
0 Comments
BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 2:53pm
10th Mar 2025 2:53pm
The fragile life of a house plant
Sun streaming through the east facing windows
collection of funeral plants
a magical garden depending on me
no time to fret the day is upon us
feed them water them or set them free
collection of funeral plants
a magical garden depending on me
no time to fret the day is upon us
feed them water them or set them free
#LifeCycle
113 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 2:56pm
6th Mar 2025 2:56pm
Special Healing
They say that through this life we all will go through somethings that will affect, us in so many ways that will have us to take a moment, to analyze as we exchange our thoughts turning them around. BUT yet it's those things that can break us or make us, change what needs to be done, for the true betterment of life. For sure things will happen to make us stop, taking things for granted and be thankful and grateful and blessed, for sure sometimes we are given a second chance at life. Just like we are given a chance of finding a love, to call our own woman to man and man to woman. For sure we...
#emotional
#LifeCycle
#LookingForLove
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
136 reads
2 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 8:21pm
5th Mar 2025 8:21pm
willing
burning pressing
flowers curling
a curtain drawing up a hill
and finding time to be sublime
a market-after fill
waxing and waning gibbous
and a crescent new
inviting you to a party
what time what date with who?
and interior you think to ask
i missed you while you're here
because at the bottom of the silver glass
i bid you dear, come near.
flowers curling
a curtain drawing up a hill
and finding time to be sublime
a market-after fill
waxing and waning gibbous
and a crescent new
inviting you to a party
what time what date with who?
and interior you think to ask
i missed you while you're here
because at the bottom of the silver glass
i bid you dear, come near.
#LifeCycle
#lover
77 reads
1 Comment
LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 2:46pm
5th Mar 2025 2:46pm
How Sweet is This Coming!
I love who you are today,
your every panting breath,
your every child-like whimper.
Pressing deep, I think of
all your yesterdays—every
moment that has shaped you
into the woman I love today.
Oh God, how sweet is this coming!
your every panting breath,
your every child-like whimper.
Pressing deep, I think of
all your yesterdays—every
moment that has shaped you
into the woman I love today.
Oh God, how sweet is this coming!
#beauty
#childhood
#LifeCycle
#orgasm
#women
181 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
4th Mar 2025 8:54pm
Shipwrecked Soul
Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.
On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).
Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).
There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,
dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
94 reads
1 Comment
MalcolmG
Poem Published
2nd Mar 2025 2:44am
2nd Mar 2025 2:44am
Eschaton’s Banquet
Echoes in the Ruins
Wild Puppets pivot in twilight past halls, their strings pulled taut by unseen hands of broken time,
Greedy profit parasites plundering pockets as stock markets socketed, mad
rockets launched while prophets pocketed coins stamped with empires' faces, unholy graces.
Glutted glitz blinds the masses, tongues twisted in gilded speech,
systems listed, teetering, twisted wristwatches ticking in sync
with synaptic sickness, digits drift, dividends split,
creditors cryptic as cynics scripted, their lies dressed in logic,
synesthetic...
Wild Puppets pivot in twilight past halls, their strings pulled taut by unseen hands of broken time,
Greedy profit parasites plundering pockets as stock markets socketed, mad
rockets launched while prophets pocketed coins stamped with empires' faces, unholy graces.
Glutted glitz blinds the masses, tongues twisted in gilded speech,
systems listed, teetering, twisted wristwatches ticking in sync
with synaptic sickness, digits drift, dividends split,
creditors cryptic as cynics scripted, their lies dressed in logic,
synesthetic...
#LifeCycle
97 reads
4 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 5:17pm
25th Feb 2025 5:17pm
sol-itude system
the trajectory of the comet falls irrevocably forward
in a silent pressurized stream of dust
clinging to the past as it passes
from one moment to the last
arriving suddenly upon a golden ledge
to mount and drive an idea
trapped in an airlock, held captive,
my audience awaits
i fear no man
i kiss and forget
in a silent pressurized stream of dust
clinging to the past as it passes
from one moment to the last
arriving suddenly upon a golden ledge
to mount and drive an idea
trapped in an airlock, held captive,
my audience awaits
i fear no man
i kiss and forget
#friendship
#LifeCycle
76 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
25th Feb 2025 11:29am
25th Feb 2025 11:29am
Hoods
Childhood
Winds may blow harshly
Roots persist beneath the storm
We remain ourselves.
Adulthood
Light on the horizon
Path unshadowed by others
I am my own guide.
Elderhood
In the mirror, strength
Reflection of courage true
Voice of liberty.
Winds may blow harshly
Roots persist beneath the storm
We remain ourselves.
Adulthood
Light on the horizon
Path unshadowed by others
I am my own guide.
Elderhood
In the mirror, strength
Reflection of courage true
Voice of liberty.
#aging
#LifeCycle
#MovingOn
#PersonalGrowth
#TimeHeals
121 reads
13 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 11:14am
24th Feb 2025 11:14am
Out on these lands
lets pretend
it's easy to face
sharpening ears
listening out for
every breath
they take,
lets pretend
it's easy to
swallow
when it
could be
their last
inhale.
it's easy to face
sharpening ears
listening out for
every breath
they take,
lets pretend
it's easy to
swallow
when it
could be
their last
inhale.
#LifeCycle
#minimalist
#homelessness #suicide
#homelessness #suicide
185 reads
2 Comments
BITS
Poem Published
24th Feb 2025 5:24am
24th Feb 2025 5:24am
Memento Mori
I have mastered shouting at the stars,
I now know how to speak to storms,
Liquid pity in my eyes,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I hear the words braided in the wind,
Hurling my curses into the void,
Whisper sweet nothings to the unquiet dark,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I have learned to paint with nebulous hues,
To sew with gossamer threads,
Construct unreal intangibles,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment,...
I now know how to speak to storms,
Liquid pity in my eyes,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I hear the words braided in the wind,
Hurling my curses into the void,
Whisper sweet nothings to the unquiet dark,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment, seize the day.
I have learned to paint with nebulous hues,
To sew with gossamer threads,
Construct unreal intangibles,
Memento Mori ergo Carpe Diem.
Live for the moment,...
#aging
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
106 reads
1 Comment
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