Life Cycle by Top Critiquers Poems
#LifeCycle
Life Rhyme
Life meaning
What do we know
Beginning to glow
Expanding the living
To keep our lives giving
Life shows us more
That brings to the fore
Wonders helping our time
To forge a new line
Nothing will leave our head
But still stuck on a bed
Waiting for life to complete
Our journey into the beat
Goes on.
What do we know
Beginning to glow
Expanding the living
To keep our lives giving
Life shows us more
That brings to the fore
Wonders helping our time
To forge a new line
Nothing will leave our head
But still stuck on a bed
Waiting for life to complete
Our journey into the beat
Goes on.
#LifeCycle
#aging
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Throwback of a Creative Past II
Glass to glass, a cheer to life (Collaboration: Souladareatease and Grace)
Dawn's sun rays glitters gold
Glimmers of gossamer dream dusts
On green drooping blades of grass
Hang on tips, collected dew drops
collected from silent sorrow tears
Reflections of your smile
these sing dawns arrival
they die of old, re-birthing tomorrows
develop and flower
style pistil petal
returning spring of Persephone
Dance in the meadow
Meadows of heaven
Spirit of Soul's fantasia
there, love lust-less recline ...
Dawn's sun rays glitters gold
Glimmers of gossamer dream dusts
On green drooping blades of grass
Hang on tips, collected dew drops
collected from silent sorrow tears
Reflections of your smile
these sing dawns arrival
they die of old, re-birthing tomorrows
develop and flower
style pistil petal
returning spring of Persephone
Dance in the meadow
Meadows of heaven
Spirit of Soul's fantasia
there, love lust-less recline ...
#hope
#LifeCycle
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Recycled
You can't have me, I refuse to be born
Me and your soul refuse to be torn
For all my life we were as one
Now separated by birth hell's begun
You can't hear me as I cry for food
But I've gotta be careful you may be in a bad mood
From fear to discomfort, they're all new to me
But you're in another world you can't hear me
You can't see me as you pass me on the stoop
As your intoxicated eyes droop
As I move past youth
As I realize the truth
You can't feel me, unprepared for life
Taking up a family,...
Me and your soul refuse to be torn
For all my life we were as one
Now separated by birth hell's begun
You can't hear me as I cry for food
But I've gotta be careful you may be in a bad mood
From fear to discomfort, they're all new to me
But you're in another world you can't hear me
You can't see me as you pass me on the stoop
As your intoxicated eyes droop
As I move past youth
As I realize the truth
You can't feel me, unprepared for life
Taking up a family,...
#abuse
#LifeCycle
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Heaven
isn't a destination
but moments lived
with the legacy
of one's children
The blood-blessing
of a new generation
who, through their own child
fuel the continuation
of a sacred lineage
called life:
A reincarnation
of Truth—
from who we were
to now
~
but moments lived
with the legacy
of one's children
The blood-blessing
of a new generation
who, through their own child
fuel the continuation
of a sacred lineage
called life:
A reincarnation
of Truth—
from who we were
to now
~
#children
#LifeCycle
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Canonical Hours
So often sought in twilit skies
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
are the arcane secrets there
when that luminous flux applies
to the billow surge it must share
with lunar lumens at their peak
and stars and planets in the mix
to play a cloudy hide and seek
as if a writhing bag of tricks
ruled the moonrise roost of beams
in threshold vermicelli waves
overlapping cumulous streams
cascading through the freshest graves
to squirm in some composting meat
long past the matins on repeat
for martyrdom at every turn,
in undercroft...or welkin churn!
#moon
#clouds
#mythology
#LifeCycle
#pagan
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Of Maps, Stitches and Pain
Life has never been that simple
It can resonate through hard crashes
Metaphorically with symbols and cymbals
Like a tiny cap and needle on a thimble
In which the smallest detail causes some pain
And once the fabric of life is woven
Through every crinkle, crease and wrinkle
All the stitches will have created a pattern
Resembling a map to where we are going
But mostly, where we have been
It can resonate through hard crashes
Metaphorically with symbols and cymbals
Like a tiny cap and needle on a thimble
In which the smallest detail causes some pain
And once the fabric of life is woven
Through every crinkle, crease and wrinkle
All the stitches will have created a pattern
Resembling a map to where we are going
But mostly, where we have been
#hope
#inspirational
#LifeCycle #metaphor
#LifeCycle #metaphor
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Evolution Of Reincarnation (Three Year Anniversary Of Reposting)
Much needed spiritual rest
I’ve returned to inspire the best
I’ve looked over the mountaintop
Things I’ve witnessed will not allow the flow of my mind to stop
I’ve tasted hunger
Seen the lifeless look on the faces of whoremongers
Beauty gone, virginity robbed while they were so much younger
Money will no longer be evident in this life
Turmoil led by continuous strife
Implanted devices denial if not
The mark of the beast will mark its spot
Elements of mankind
Mentally...
I’ve returned to inspire the best
I’ve looked over the mountaintop
Things I’ve witnessed will not allow the flow of my mind to stop
I’ve tasted hunger
Seen the lifeless look on the faces of whoremongers
Beauty gone, virginity robbed while they were so much younger
Money will no longer be evident in this life
Turmoil led by continuous strife
Implanted devices denial if not
The mark of the beast will mark its spot
Elements of mankind
Mentally...
#dreams
#angels
#rebirth
#heaven
#LifeCycle
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Hearts in the Sand (song)
Sunlight on the harbour
sparkles like mischievous eyes
Laughter of seagulls
Questions float on wind and tide
The trees where we used to walk together
They miss your footsteps now
Life comes in waves, they just keep coming
We don’t get to ride them all
Lifetimes wash away like hearts in the sand
You’re living in my memory
It’s gonna be alright
Lifetimes wash away like hearts in the sand
You’re living in my memory
I’m gonna be alright
The tides went on and on before us
The tides go on and...
sparkles like mischievous eyes
Laughter of seagulls
Questions float on wind and tide
The trees where we used to walk together
They miss your footsteps now
Life comes in waves, they just keep coming
We don’t get to ride them all
Lifetimes wash away like hearts in the sand
You’re living in my memory
It’s gonna be alright
Lifetimes wash away like hearts in the sand
You’re living in my memory
I’m gonna be alright
The tides went on and on before us
The tides go on and...
#love
#nature
#music
#LifeCycle
#IMissYou
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the flowers of ragnarok
I'm sick to death of
this existence with
it's preponderance
for damnation of
reason and sanity
I'm tired of birds
soaring through
the air without
a concern or care
I'm annoyed by the
brainless faces of
clouds resting upon
their lofty sky perches
I'm disgusted by stray
dogs and wild deer
shitting on my front
lawn without any
consideration for
personal hygiene
I'm rankled by those
goddamn statues
standing still and
silent, keeping their ...
this existence with
it's preponderance
for damnation of
reason and sanity
I'm tired of birds
soaring through
the air without
a concern or care
I'm annoyed by the
brainless faces of
clouds resting upon
their lofty sky perches
I'm disgusted by stray
dogs and wild deer
shitting on my front
lawn without any
consideration for
personal hygiene
I'm rankled by those
goddamn statues
standing still and
silent, keeping their ...
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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We are creation\Verse two\cowrite PAR`\Paulo and Anne-Ri999
VERSE TWO
Bone bird
rattles abundant feathers
we writhe
through red crested trail
of belonging
The singing of night birds...
Precious stones
glacier glow
forming musing music
caskets crescent
in the lap of dawn!
Dusky magenta glows
of beauty, beheld
chestnut chest
rare, innocent and vain.
oracular branches
bleeding entwined
What to love about birds
is not the ability to
fly, but...
the capacity they have ...
Bone bird
rattles abundant feathers
we writhe
through red crested trail
of belonging
The singing of night birds...
Precious stones
glacier glow
forming musing music
caskets crescent
in the lap of dawn!
Dusky magenta glows
of beauty, beheld
chestnut chest
rare, innocent and vain.
oracular branches
bleeding entwined
What to love about birds
is not the ability to
fly, but...
the capacity they have ...
#beauty
#birds
#LifeCycle #collaboration
#LifeCycle #collaboration
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Have We Remembered
Have we remembered the Cross quarter festivals
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
As Imbolc past
The threshold of spring
Bright and sunny was ill omened
Cloudy and dark bode well
And presaged soon planting
Did we step out of the world and into the present
To honor the conjunction of place and time
The blackthorns of Cailleach are blooming
The lambing time's come
And the milking of ewes
Make preparations for sowing
Before the calving begins
Have twigs of rowen been placed
In barns and above doorways ...
#LifeCycle
#pagan
#tradition
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Tunnels
Having sunk to the bottom, to the trains,
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
you manage to get into the last car,
and stand against the window;
starts dancing overboard.
But it’s not the seams of the tunnel that flash,
but it’s not the networks of wires that run,
take a closer look - this is how time passes,
take a closer look - this is how the years fly.
And already in the dark reflection,
a larger-sized silhouette stands,
it’s good that you can’t see how
painful it is.
It's good that flickering
behind dark glass erases...
#depression
#apathy
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#trains
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