Poems About Life Struggles Seeking Honest Critique
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 8
april song 28—all my dreams
nightmares have spun my head a thousand years
across the violent slam of wild frontiers.
embattled though i reel from cloven hooves,
their effrontery my animateness proves;
for now i rule the saddle and the reins
that formerly have multiplied my pains.
now mollycoddled by a new life lease,
i pray that all my dreams shall find increase
as royal stallions buckle to my cause,
where old equestrian dreaming was faux pas.
i gallop with the wind beneath my wings,
my destination all...
nightmares have spun my head a thousand years
across the violent slam of wild frontiers.
embattled though i reel from cloven hooves,
their effrontery my animateness proves;
for now i rule the saddle and the reins
that formerly have multiplied my pains.
now mollycoddled by a new life lease,
i pray that all my dreams shall find increase
as royal stallions buckle to my cause,
where old equestrian dreaming was faux pas.
i gallop with the wind beneath my wings,
my destination all...
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024 #TruthOfLife
#NaPoWriMo2024 #TruthOfLife
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 6
april song 26—all my wealth
the crumbs of earth shall scatter at my feet,
should i ignore one who has nought to eat.
king lazarus shall walk on dives’ head,
if penury should leave the poor man dead.
for all my wealth is worth no more than trash,
though i may think it gives me great panache.
what is a life lived for myself alone,
while yet i leave the other man undone?
should he go naked, while i drape my robes
about me, blinding out the eye that probes?
for soon enough those very fingertips
may have to whet these parched...
the crumbs of earth shall scatter at my feet,
should i ignore one who has nought to eat.
king lazarus shall walk on dives’ head,
if penury should leave the poor man dead.
for all my wealth is worth no more than trash,
though i may think it gives me great panache.
what is a life lived for myself alone,
while yet i leave the other man undone?
should he go naked, while i drape my robes
about me, blinding out the eye that probes?
for soon enough those very fingertips
may have to whet these parched...
#inequality
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2024
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2024
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Are you there?
Hey god I just want to say a few words
Dont know why Im doing this
The idea feels absurd
But im desparate and have nowhere to turn
I hope your ear is free
Not something to earn
Im lost, have no purpose, no reason to be
A wandering soul
Are you listening to me?
I remember hearing of how you have a plan
We should trust in
But i just cannot understand
What purpose can all of this misery serve?
Is this a punishment?
What I deserve?
But how can a child deserve to be abused?
Just...
Dont know why Im doing this
The idea feels absurd
But im desparate and have nowhere to turn
I hope your ear is free
Not something to earn
Im lost, have no purpose, no reason to be
A wandering soul
Are you listening to me?
I remember hearing of how you have a plan
We should trust in
But i just cannot understand
What purpose can all of this misery serve?
Is this a punishment?
What I deserve?
But how can a child deserve to be abused?
Just...
#God
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
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Nothing dandy about it, unless you're a trustafarian
I rise up to birds
singing songs after
the fury of early
thunderstorms
I pin them as signs
of what is yet to come;
knowing my pot lays
dangerously empty
until the thirtieth.
I always say to myself
let this be enough
for this blood to
keep circulating
through these
four weeks of
living without
but that's how
it's always been,
only my kind
don't plaster
bohemian
over it.
singing songs after
the fury of early
thunderstorms
I pin them as signs
of what is yet to come;
knowing my pot lays
dangerously empty
until the thirtieth.
I always say to myself
let this be enough
for this blood to
keep circulating
through these
four weeks of
living without
but that's how
it's always been,
only my kind
don't plaster
bohemian
over it.
#culture
#LifeStruggles
#poverty #TruthOfLife
#poverty #TruthOfLife
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 5
april song 25—all my pain
now let my heart rejoice in all its gain,
tho frequently life’s passions bring me pain
that in my helplessness i cannot mend.
tho stoutly i with confidence contend
with chains and shackles harnessing my will,
i shall triumphantly ascend my hill.
what though i be a diamond in the rough
epiphany shall greet me soon enough,
for all my pain shall wither at the source
when i am numbered with the great concourse.
my tears shall rivulet into a song
of joy to anthem me my whole life long.
©...
now let my heart rejoice in all its gain,
tho frequently life’s passions bring me pain
that in my helplessness i cannot mend.
tho stoutly i with confidence contend
with chains and shackles harnessing my will,
i shall triumphantly ascend my hill.
what though i be a diamond in the rough
epiphany shall greet me soon enough,
for all my pain shall wither at the source
when i am numbered with the great concourse.
my tears shall rivulet into a song
of joy to anthem me my whole life long.
©...
#anxiety
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024
#suffering
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 3
april song 23—all my failures
success shall never cease, where failures suck;
only the dead finds succour in the muck
of circumstance that squeezes bitter lime
to rind ambitious men at harvesttime.
the bruises that i wear upon my brow
are evidences of my life’s powwow,
when all my failures stare me in the eye,
enticing me to buckle in the dye.
the fear of failure and the leap of faith
are steppingstones across the face of death;
no reticence ascends blue-mountain heights,
that flounders near life’s fountain of delights. ...
success shall never cease, where failures suck;
only the dead finds succour in the muck
of circumstance that squeezes bitter lime
to rind ambitious men at harvesttime.
the bruises that i wear upon my brow
are evidences of my life’s powwow,
when all my failures stare me in the eye,
enticing me to buckle in the dye.
the fear of failure and the leap of faith
are steppingstones across the face of death;
no reticence ascends blue-mountain heights,
that flounders near life’s fountain of delights. ...
#disappointment
#LifeStruggles
#NaPoWriMo2024 #success
#NaPoWriMo2024 #success
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april songs (Theme 3): attitudes of life 2
april song 22—all my daring
in case you think i’m reckless or carefree,
let me redeem your grim ignominy:
‘tis all my daring keeps my faith alive,
and by my ceaseless struggles, i survive.
no stream has been too rough for me to cross,
nor any gain outclassed by any loss.
how pitiful the bird that folds the wing,
sulking inside his cage, when he could sing!
shall he not still regale his fleeting life,
than fall a hapless victim to his strife?
tho’ morning boasts its light and night its shade,
night-blindness need not all...
in case you think i’m reckless or carefree,
let me redeem your grim ignominy:
‘tis all my daring keeps my faith alive,
and by my ceaseless struggles, i survive.
no stream has been too rough for me to cross,
nor any gain outclassed by any loss.
how pitiful the bird that folds the wing,
sulking inside his cage, when he could sing!
shall he not still regale his fleeting life,
than fall a hapless victim to his strife?
tho’ morning boasts its light and night its shade,
night-blindness need not all...
#courage
#determination
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2024
#LifeStruggles #NaPoWriMo2024
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Sick
So sick of trying
Sick of the lying
Sick of the crying
Slowly dying
Sick of the fight
Sick of the night
Sick of the light
Not being alright
Sick of the fake
Sick of the ache
Sick of heartbreak
Being awake
Sick of the pain
Sick of the drain
Sick of my brain
Going insane
Sick of the day
Sick of the pay
Sick of decay
Not going away
Sick of giving
Sick of reliving
Sick of forgiving
This isnt living
Im sick of not having the will to live...
Sick of the lying
Sick of the crying
Slowly dying
Sick of the fight
Sick of the night
Sick of the light
Not being alright
Sick of the fake
Sick of the ache
Sick of heartbreak
Being awake
Sick of the pain
Sick of the drain
Sick of my brain
Going insane
Sick of the day
Sick of the pay
Sick of decay
Not going away
Sick of giving
Sick of reliving
Sick of forgiving
This isnt living
Im sick of not having the will to live...
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles
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The Pursuit of Pleasure
The pursuit of pleasure
is a battle that discomfort often loses
and the lessons we're meant to learn
are cast adrift in the seas of nonchalance
the call to action - ignored
an insurmountable hurdle awaits
stepping out of the comfort zone
highway to the danger zone
Seared into the synapses of the mind
flashed, frozen, timeless
encapsulated by its lull
compelled by autonomous instinct
we are mindlessly drawn to it
without question or judgement
under its spell, the first thing we want
is usually the last thing we...
is a battle that discomfort often loses
and the lessons we're meant to learn
are cast adrift in the seas of nonchalance
the call to action - ignored
an insurmountable hurdle awaits
stepping out of the comfort zone
highway to the danger zone
Seared into the synapses of the mind
flashed, frozen, timeless
encapsulated by its lull
compelled by autonomous instinct
we are mindlessly drawn to it
without question or judgement
under its spell, the first thing we want
is usually the last thing we...
#depression
#grief
#LifeStruggles
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Vague 2
Life begins
with one candle
on a cake
we grow until
the years scramble
like cattle gathered , vague
we exist like pins
sharp but soon to break
holding a thread within
that ,soon the eye can't take
the moon does levitate
the earth always rotates
it's axis isn't straight
turning backwards
day to day.
Nothing leaves here
apart from an alien face
or maybe the odd rocket
we hope makes it to space .
I've no scope
I've lost my way
my hands they both ...
with one candle
on a cake
we grow until
the years scramble
like cattle gathered , vague
we exist like pins
sharp but soon to break
holding a thread within
that ,soon the eye can't take
the moon does levitate
the earth always rotates
it's axis isn't straight
turning backwards
day to day.
Nothing leaves here
apart from an alien face
or maybe the odd rocket
we hope makes it to space .
I've no scope
I've lost my way
my hands they both ...
#LifeStruggles
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as sacred as
life moves forever
forward
never backwards
we may not
always like the
destination of
forward
but life is life
and life is as sacred
as a smile and a tear
from God
the push and
pull of joy and
pain
forward
never backwards
we may not
always like the
destination of
forward
but life is life
and life is as sacred
as a smile and a tear
from God
the push and
pull of joy and
pain
#LifeStruggles
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Delusions of Grandeur
Lost between attention and recognition
We can’t see where we’re going because we’ve sold our vision
When cries become substitutes to sell scars for significance
Faking progress when we’re handicapped of our ignorance
Convenience consumers buying platforms in place of mountain tops
When status is our hindrance
Fad love is currency, what happens when the money stops
After we’ve lost touch with our fingerprints
Our purposes and gifts in the hands of our reckless confessions
Following the carrot for the fools gold of vain obsessions ...
We can’t see where we’re going because we’ve sold our vision
When cries become substitutes to sell scars for significance
Faking progress when we’re handicapped of our ignorance
Convenience consumers buying platforms in place of mountain tops
When status is our hindrance
Fad love is currency, what happens when the money stops
After we’ve lost touch with our fingerprints
Our purposes and gifts in the hands of our reckless confessions
Following the carrot for the fools gold of vain obsessions ...
#anxiety
#corruption
#LifeCycle
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
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DU Poetry : Poems About Life Struggles Seeking Honest Critique