Long Life Cycle Poems
#LifeCycle
neves
Poem Published
2nd Dec 2023 6:17am
2nd Dec 2023 6:17am
Dobermann
My girl stood sixty seven centimetres
but I remember my girl when she was a baby,
her paws stumbling around the place as her
docked ears stand to attention
it was a small place but we managed, meaning my bed became her bed, every night she curled in a ball listening to a ticking clock emulating her mothers heartbeat, I slowly becoming something of a mothers warmth as her eyes closed dreaming of her next walk
in return she taught me a great deal more,
my fearless guide to the point of no...
but I remember my girl when she was a baby,
her paws stumbling around the place as her
docked ears stand to attention
it was a small place but we managed, meaning my bed became her bed, every night she curled in a ball listening to a ticking clock emulating her mothers heartbeat, I slowly becoming something of a mothers warmth as her eyes closed dreaming of her next walk
in return she taught me a great deal more,
my fearless guide to the point of no...
#love
#animals
#nature
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
8th Nov 2023 2:08am
8th Nov 2023 2:08am
one life to live
Poems of Innocence
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 4. one life to live
it is one life
of many breaths
before all mortals
meet their deaths
it is one year
of many months
before the final ...
Broken loaves, abundant giving;
Broken lives, abundant living―cab
no. 4. one life to live
it is one life
of many breaths
before all mortals
meet their deaths
it is one year
of many months
before the final ...
#LifeStruggles
#inspirational
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
#TruthOfLife #LifeCycle
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MamiB
Bee_
Bee_
Poem Published
10th Jul 2023 1:32am
10th Jul 2023 1:32am
Blessings come in 3’s
When I was younger, my sister had this sunflower cloak that was apart of this Halloween costume. I was so jealous of her and I wanted it, and would often sneak and wear it. I’d pretend to be a fairy in a forest where I was free to escape and time travel to any form of me I wished. I could be an alpha woman, with a pinstriped suit and a tipped fedora , sitting on a chair of gold running every business in New York, or a curvy woman sprawled across a piano with finger waves and pearls, owning every jazz club in New Orleans, or just stay in the present day and tend to my garden, watering myself...
#courage
#MentalHealth
#LifeCycle
#healing
#SelfWorth
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2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 9:10pm
27th Jun 2023 9:10pm
if we die long enough
"Whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life
for my sake will find it."—Matthew 16:25
if we live long enough,
we will all die someday;
for, sooner more than late,
death catches up with life.
the tenement is rough,
where dreams are forced to play,
yielding no scant rebate
...
for my sake will find it."—Matthew 16:25
if we live long enough,
we will all die someday;
for, sooner more than late,
death catches up with life.
the tenement is rough,
where dreams are forced to play,
yielding no scant rebate
...
#relationships
#death
#inspirational
#LifeCycle
#choices
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BITS
Poem Published
10th Jun 2023 5:49am
10th Jun 2023 5:49am
(Part 3) I Hate Computer Cookies Trilogy
It saddens me that todays youth can not name five scientists, yet they can list off a ream of porn stars. Einstein peered into the unknown and shown a light on our understanding, Ron Jeremy, on the other hand was, by chance, born well-endowed but both men are equally well known by the youth of today. Makes you think. oh, where is my mind?
I hate the scrooge that always skips his round at the bar. He does it every week. We all deride it every week, yet it continues. And you do know that that same scrooge honestly thinks that he is the most generous person in the group? Now there is...
I hate the scrooge that always skips his round at the bar. He does it every week. We all deride it every week, yet it continues. And you do know that that same scrooge honestly thinks that he is the most generous person in the group? Now there is...
#funny
#frustration
#LifeCycle
136 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
9th Jun 2023 3:06am
9th Jun 2023 3:06am
zIgZaG cHaInS
I am still on my zigzag way, pursuing the diagonal between reason and
heart.”―Ruskin Bond, Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas
can't stop the rain
from falling on my window,
but i can find out
why the sky is so distressed.
can't stop the pain
from drooling in my pillow,
but i can hide out ...
heart.”―Ruskin Bond, Rain in the Mountains: Notes from the Himalayas
can't stop the rain
from falling on my window,
but i can find out
why the sky is so distressed.
can't stop the pain
from drooling in my pillow,
but i can hide out ...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#LifeCycle
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2 Comments
BITS
Poem Published
8th Jun 2023 6:59am
8th Jun 2023 6:59am
(Part 2) I Hate Computer Cookies Trilogy
I hate that poetry is mocked yet writing lyrics is cool. Ignore the critics. Express yourself on a page, trust me, it will set you free.
I hate people who dare to paint their front door illuminous green, no, no, no. You are not edgy and cool and pushing the boundaries, you are out of touch,just like undercuts, 16 hole Doc Martens and Def leopard back patches.
I hate back seat drivers, if I ever want a co-pilot I’d ask. Nobody ever goes up to the pilot of a plane and offers “ Hey Bud, might be quicker if we swing by the Cape Verde Islands there!”
I hate small...
I hate people who dare to paint their front door illuminous green, no, no, no. You are not edgy and cool and pushing the boundaries, you are out of touch,just like undercuts, 16 hole Doc Martens and Def leopard back patches.
I hate back seat drivers, if I ever want a co-pilot I’d ask. Nobody ever goes up to the pilot of a plane and offers “ Hey Bud, might be quicker if we swing by the Cape Verde Islands there!”
I hate small...
#funny
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#wisdom
#tolerance
174 reads
6 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
21st Apr 2023 8:51pm
21st Apr 2023 8:51pm
psychological motivation to write(spoken word)
welcomed or unwelcomed pain and resistance- brings out momentum to flick on a flip switch; with or without single gain makes no difference-there's something in mind that the brain needs to mention....
to scribble one's pen with....
for example; one feels like a "mechanical" "animal" simply "functioning" amongst others more or less sharing similar sentiments;
groomed to be addicted to benjamins; groomed to pull up one's pants and lace...
to scribble one's pen with....
for example; one feels like a "mechanical" "animal" simply "functioning" amongst others more or less sharing similar sentiments;
groomed to be addicted to benjamins; groomed to pull up one's pants and lace...
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
215 reads
Mrd
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 8:20am
20th Apr 2023 8:20am
Line-Dancing At the Cashier
I used to find it irritating
when an old person ahead
of me in the checkout line
waited until every last item
was rung up before
remembering checkbook and pen.
How it took them
forever to fill the damn thing out
before carefully folding
and tearing it out
along the serrated line
so very, very carefully.
Any old time, grandma.
Or the old men who
did the same...
when an old person ahead
of me in the checkout line
waited until every last item
was rung up before
remembering checkbook and pen.
How it took them
forever to fill the damn thing out
before carefully folding
and tearing it out
along the serrated line
so very, very carefully.
Any old time, grandma.
Or the old men who
did the same...
#LifeCycle
#aging
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4 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
7th Apr 2023 9:03pm
7th Apr 2023 9:03pm
the age of social media....
the age of.... "snap chat me...."; "follow me on Instagram....";
the alienation is very real; one feels it deep; damn ....
so many quotes on change-adaptation; those overated quotes could go in a trash-waste bin....
the more technology based it gets-the more this feels like a pixelated simulation.... an "evolution" of a "new world"- a computer dominated generation....
where eventually you'll never have to leave "your...
the alienation is very real; one feels it deep; damn ....
so many quotes on change-adaptation; those overated quotes could go in a trash-waste bin....
the more technology based it gets-the more this feels like a pixelated simulation.... an "evolution" of a "new world"- a computer dominated generation....
where eventually you'll never have to leave "your...
#loneliness
#technology
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#FeelingTrapped
212 reads
Seed
Poem Published
4th Apr 2023 2:21pm
4th Apr 2023 2:21pm
Alliteration After Work
The antique store is closed,
I turn off the lights with
Backroom breakers.
Set the alarm, lock the door.
Leave the empty parking lot,
Turn onto the congested four-lane
Joining the crowd of the evening commuters.
A few lights up I get on the freeway,
A concrete strip that crests and stretches down
Following the contour of the Appalachian foothills,
A twenty minute drive at seventy miles an hour
Before my exit onto the sideroads and
County backroads lined by pickled pine
Power poles, preserved green
With alkaline copper...
I turn off the lights with
Backroom breakers.
Set the alarm, lock the door.
Leave the empty parking lot,
Turn onto the congested four-lane
Joining the crowd of the evening commuters.
A few lights up I get on the freeway,
A concrete strip that crests and stretches down
Following the contour of the Appalachian foothills,
A twenty minute drive at seventy miles an hour
Before my exit onto the sideroads and
County backroads lined by pickled pine
Power poles, preserved green
With alkaline copper...
#wife
#marriage
#family
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle
186 reads
0 Comments
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
653 reads
18 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Life Cycle Poems
