Life Cycle Seeking Honest Critique Poems
#LifeCycle
ClovenTongue34
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 3:17pm
28th Nov 2024 3:17pm
Prodigal Lineage
Abandon began crushing
Dilapidated, excommunicated
Father’s guidance halted
Instigating jagged knives
Lurking mockers, naked oppression
Persecutions quiet ruin
Stones thrown, undisclosed vulnerability
Worry xeroxing young zeal…
Dilapidated, excommunicated
Father’s guidance halted
Instigating jagged knives
Lurking mockers, naked oppression
Persecutions quiet ruin
Stones thrown, undisclosed vulnerability
Worry xeroxing young zeal…
#father
#fatherhood
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 00:51am
28th Nov 2024 00:51am
the content
sir, I think you drink too much
to the detriment of your conversation
is no longer interesting
you should say so
long as I’m content and far too drunk to
care what you think
to the detriment of your conversation
is no longer interesting
you should say so
long as I’m content and far too drunk to
care what you think
#city
#LifeCycle
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LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 2:10pm
27th Nov 2024 2:10pm
Ten Thousand Things Alive
I am ten thousand things alive
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
hiding from impending death,
my labels carefully folded
inside one cracked vessel;
I am filled to bursting
with classifications
and characteristics,
each gifted to me
every new season
by the woefully color-blind
or deliberately misinformed;
I am ten thousand things alive
but you see only
a small dead-man few;
those who seek
the truth in whole need only
shake my contents together
and pour them into a glass,
then drink me down,
reveling in my...
#bipolar
#LifeCycle
119 reads
5 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:23pm
26th Nov 2024 10:23pm
Once blossoming
As Rose wilting.
With cumbersome exuberance.
Burdening demand of its flourish.
Thorny the delicate dance.
For unfolding wanes.
It's bloom a final serenade.
A holpeless coaxing.
Aspiring to its undoing.
Fosters further burgeoning.
In vibrant homage.
To beauty unseen.
With cumbersome exuberance.
Burdening demand of its flourish.
Thorny the delicate dance.
For unfolding wanes.
It's bloom a final serenade.
A holpeless coaxing.
Aspiring to its undoing.
Fosters further burgeoning.
In vibrant homage.
To beauty unseen.
#LifeCycle
#nature
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6 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 5:17am
26th Nov 2024 5:17am
Another Day in Paradise
To the north, storms knock at the house,
whipping wind like an impatient guest.
The east clings to its sun,
a stubborn beacon refusing to dim.
Dogs bark and whine next door,
their unease rippling into the air,
while the new day stretches itself
across every restless life.
Birds scatter, wings folding tight,
hiding from clouds that growl
and gather their heavy armies.
Yet somewhere,
a patch of sky stays untouched,
a lonely blue, watching.
Rain falls in soft percussion,
kissing the earth as if in...
whipping wind like an impatient guest.
The east clings to its sun,
a stubborn beacon refusing to dim.
Dogs bark and whine next door,
their unease rippling into the air,
while the new day stretches itself
across every restless life.
Birds scatter, wings folding tight,
hiding from clouds that growl
and gather their heavy armies.
Yet somewhere,
a patch of sky stays untouched,
a lonely blue, watching.
Rain falls in soft percussion,
kissing the earth as if in...
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
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oldmanG
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 4:52am
25th Nov 2024 4:52am
Is it Me
Is it Me
Is it me for a moment
Every line I read feels computer
I read again and it’s alien to me
Go back to ink and paper in you
Binary not binary in mind
Is it you for a moment you forgot
Don’t forget dreams in nightmares
Love in the moment before you know
Love is dispatched you are going
To live in this moment until you die
Moments in you till you sing you’re dying song
Is it me for a moment
Every line I read feels computer
I read again and it’s alien to me
Go back to ink and paper in you
Binary not binary in mind
Is it you for a moment you forgot
Don’t forget dreams in nightmares
Love in the moment before you know
Love is dispatched you are going
To live in this moment until you die
Moments in you till you sing you’re dying song
#death
#God
#LifeCycle
#love
#music
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Inkerpoet
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 6:21pm
24th Nov 2024 6:21pm
Smiles Of Joy Were Seen
Heart of glass.
Mountains of hair lie dead in the sink.
War is a demon in the heart of man.
Love is an experience to us all.
A school of clouds pooled inside her eyes.
Tears are daggers in the dirt.
Marriage is a silent retreat.
The ocean is a giant teardrop.
Television is destructive.
The moon is a spy.
Bottle of saliva.
Kiss of the lapping water.
Heaven is a subjective place.
The army is killing clowns.
House of chewing gum.
Cigarettes are natural born killers.
Ropes of pain.
Hate is a...
Mountains of hair lie dead in the sink.
War is a demon in the heart of man.
Love is an experience to us all.
A school of clouds pooled inside her eyes.
Tears are daggers in the dirt.
Marriage is a silent retreat.
The ocean is a giant teardrop.
Television is destructive.
The moon is a spy.
Bottle of saliva.
Kiss of the lapping water.
Heaven is a subjective place.
The army is killing clowns.
House of chewing gum.
Cigarettes are natural born killers.
Ropes of pain.
Hate is a...
#LifeCycle
#love
#TruthOfLife
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62Gus19
Gus1962
Gus1962
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 5:04pm
24th Nov 2024 5:04pm
Hearth
I want to grow
into my own skin
to slowly bow
Ridding me of sin
I want to bid
farewell, the old me
To become my id
So I can just be
with gratitude
and reverence
A person with
So much fortitude
A man to trust
With your confidence
it's time to shed
My old lions way
And move ahead
So listen as I say
To stay the same
Is to but perish
So with no shame
And life to cherish
I choose a new way ...
into my own skin
to slowly bow
Ridding me of sin
I want to bid
farewell, the old me
To become my id
So I can just be
with gratitude
and reverence
A person with
So much fortitude
A man to trust
With your confidence
it's time to shed
My old lions way
And move ahead
So listen as I say
To stay the same
Is to but perish
So with no shame
And life to cherish
I choose a new way ...
#LifeCycle
#love
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
#PersonalGrowth #SelfReflection
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
23rd Nov 2024 8:37pm
It's a blessing to be loved
How often do you wish that you finally met someone, who has the same passion as you have to be able, and willing to share there life and love with you 💕 As with respect and honor and support, and understanding involving that realness of honesty truth and trust. 😉 But yet in these days and times, that's 😞 not seems it's gonna happen, due to the deepness of the heart. Along with the deepness of the pain, that has been broken like tiny pieces of broken shatter glass. Yet they have said that no one is sent to you, by chance or accident. 🤔 FOR it's with these kind...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#marriage
#motherhood
97 reads
4 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 7:01pm
23rd Nov 2024 7:01pm
The Narrow Path
I had once gone to London on vacation,
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
walking along the Thames, far, far away in dreams,
or maybe in fragments of a life that once was,
or could have been.
There was powder on my face,
a devil's trumpet in my hand,
and so many warnings,
but youth is deaf,
and wisdom,
a ghost cloaked in the unseen years ahead.
I was muscle-bound,
well-dressed,
a leather belt cinching a polished facade.
Yet beneath, I was already unraveling.
It was autumn, I remember,
the leaves spiraling downward,
their slow...
#anger
#frustration
#God
#honesty
#LifeCycle
64 reads
2 Comments
xthan
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 9:10pm
21st Nov 2024 9:10pm
I was sent an email by the tooth fairy
First off,
the audacity
of receiving such
an email around
three a.m. in the
morning
saying they take
my oral health
pretty seriously,
they don't wish
my mouth to end
up bleeding, as it
could be signs
of gum disease
they state proudly
in letters, bolded
and coloured in
red trying to
coerce me,
they continue on
warning me about
running the risks
of tooth decay
as I sit here
thinking about
all the shit I never ...
the audacity
of receiving such
an email around
three a.m. in the
morning
saying they take
my oral health
pretty seriously,
they don't wish
my mouth to end
up bleeding, as it
could be signs
of gum disease
they state proudly
in letters, bolded
and coloured in
red trying to
coerce me,
they continue on
warning me about
running the risks
of tooth decay
as I sit here
thinking about
all the shit I never ...
#consumerism
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles #technology
#LifeStruggles #technology
92 reads
1 Comment
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
20th Nov 2024 00:55am
20th Nov 2024 00:55am
songs of loss and innocence
they play forever in your head
the temples expanding
as all our bodies age
and store up memories
until they die
and all that loss and innocence
flies out and impregnates the air
the temples of our thoughts
and feelings fall apart
the temples expanding
as all our bodies age
and store up memories
until they die
and all that loss and innocence
flies out and impregnates the air
the temples of our thoughts
and feelings fall apart
#death
#LifeCycle
#memories #spiritual
#memories #spiritual
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