Poems About Life Struggles Seeking Honest Critique
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Piercing
The reality of a situation
Means sometimes letting go
Letting go of people
Letting go of friends
Letting go of a version of yourself
A person whom you thought yourself to be
It’s hard
You wanna hold on
But you’re just not her anymore
She’s no longer serving you
It’s like a breakup with yourself
How do you turn your back on yourself like that?
You feel sad
Like you’ve let yourself down
But really, it needs to be
It has to happen
You can’t fit into a box that’s too small anymore
You need...
Means sometimes letting go
Letting go of people
Letting go of friends
Letting go of a version of yourself
A person whom you thought yourself to be
It’s hard
You wanna hold on
But you’re just not her anymore
She’s no longer serving you
It’s like a breakup with yourself
How do you turn your back on yourself like that?
You feel sad
Like you’ve let yourself down
But really, it needs to be
It has to happen
You can’t fit into a box that’s too small anymore
You need...
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#SelfReflection #emotions
#SelfReflection #emotions
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Battles
In the realm of the ephemeral, where time is a whisper,
pills fall like rain, promises of pure relief.
Capsules of hope, swallowed with a dry sip,
in search of a cure in an almost echoless world.
Drills hum, in a constant and strong rhythm,
piercing matter, defying the cut of luck.
They spin in spirals like dances of power,
creating and destroying without ever fading.
And on the horizon, Ragnarok announces itself,
with trumpets and fury the prophecy begins.
Gods and men of intertwined destiny
in an epic encounter the end is...
pills fall like rain, promises of pure relief.
Capsules of hope, swallowed with a dry sip,
in search of a cure in an almost echoless world.
Drills hum, in a constant and strong rhythm,
piercing matter, defying the cut of luck.
They spin in spirals like dances of power,
creating and destroying without ever fading.
And on the horizon, Ragnarok announces itself,
with trumpets and fury the prophecy begins.
Gods and men of intertwined destiny
in an epic encounter the end is...
#strength
#power
#LifeStruggles
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A Tin Can
I'm going to be
a lonely old man
staring at the walls
recalling all I can
ny babies gone
a failure
a tin can
a jigsaw puzzle
that lost it's plan
oxidation
alumination
that shone before
the dull, the bad
a figure, a faint outline
of all that I once had
a blip in the timeline
diddidadda is so sad.
a lonely old man
staring at the walls
recalling all I can
ny babies gone
a failure
a tin can
a jigsaw puzzle
that lost it's plan
oxidation
alumination
that shone before
the dull, the bad
a figure, a faint outline
of all that I once had
a blip in the timeline
diddidadda is so sad.
#LifeStruggles
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NLP
A long, long time ago
When I used to be in sales
I learned the phrase
“I say it they’ll doubt it, if they say it’s true”
I also heard
“Necessity is the mother of invention
And repetition is the mother of learning”
For years these three things stayed on my mind
And now they have fully come to light
Warping the very fabric of reality
Because the truth may be too much to accept
A liar will sell his fabrication
Repeating it over, and over again
To the point his customers will repeat it and buy it
Hook line and...
When I used to be in sales
I learned the phrase
“I say it they’ll doubt it, if they say it’s true”
I also heard
“Necessity is the mother of invention
And repetition is the mother of learning”
For years these three things stayed on my mind
And now they have fully come to light
Warping the very fabric of reality
Because the truth may be too much to accept
A liar will sell his fabrication
Repeating it over, and over again
To the point his customers will repeat it and buy it
Hook line and...
#dark
#LifeStruggles
#WritingPoetry
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FOURTEEN AND SIXTY NINE
i am fourteen
going on seventy,
admittedly
an odd age
and a strange thing
for an adolescent boy
to live in such
a decrepit state
i am fourteen
going on seventy,
still dabbing at
wounds inflicted
fifty five long years ago,
each one a sad trophy,
a wearisome consolation
i am fourteen
going on seventy --
sixty nine and
a half, as they say --
an unresolved,
self conscious,
socially awkward boy,
lonely
and pining for love,
abandoned by the gods
of his father, ...
going on seventy,
admittedly
an odd age
and a strange thing
for an adolescent boy
to live in such
a decrepit state
i am fourteen
going on seventy,
still dabbing at
wounds inflicted
fifty five long years ago,
each one a sad trophy,
a wearisome consolation
i am fourteen
going on seventy --
sixty nine and
a half, as they say --
an unresolved,
self conscious,
socially awkward boy,
lonely
and pining for love,
abandoned by the gods
of his father, ...
#LifeStruggles
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The Climb
In a distant kingdom, beyond the horizon,
There lived a hero named Monte.
He was in no hurry or fear,
for in his chest he kept a cry.
Monte knew the journey was long
but your heart, like a sponge,
absorbed hope and faith
in the certainty that he would win.
He walked, through valleys and mountains,
facing storms and exploits.
He calmly faced each challenge
for he knew that after the night came a day.
"There's no rush," he said,
"Victory comes to those who know magic
patience and persistence ...
There lived a hero named Monte.
He was in no hurry or fear,
for in his chest he kept a cry.
Monte knew the journey was long
but your heart, like a sponge,
absorbed hope and faith
in the certainty that he would win.
He walked, through valleys and mountains,
facing storms and exploits.
He calmly faced each challenge
for he knew that after the night came a day.
"There's no rush," he said,
"Victory comes to those who know magic
patience and persistence ...
#power
#LifeStruggles
#heroic
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Spaceboy
Hey you, what are you looking for?
A star struck voyager on his way to Mars?
Hey you, what are you smiling for?
I thought we both were meant to sing the Blues.
And I’ve lost my mind again,
I must have flown far too close to the Sun,
But you were there by my side,
You took the wheels and flew me straight back home.
But Spaceboy you’ve got to go home,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go on your own,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go home ,
Time is running out.
I look back now now to the child I was,
Nothing seem to phase me in...
A star struck voyager on his way to Mars?
Hey you, what are you smiling for?
I thought we both were meant to sing the Blues.
And I’ve lost my mind again,
I must have flown far too close to the Sun,
But you were there by my side,
You took the wheels and flew me straight back home.
But Spaceboy you’ve got to go home,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go on your own,
Spaceboy, you’ve got to go home ,
Time is running out.
I look back now now to the child I was,
Nothing seem to phase me in...
#LifeStruggles
#aging
#nostalgia
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Life
Sometimes its hard
and others its easy
what the fuck can anyone say
Its how we react as humans
love is all we need
keep on living
and others its easy
what the fuck can anyone say
Its how we react as humans
love is all we need
keep on living
#LifeStruggles
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Dysphoria
nothing is more deadly
than slow-growing fear
when we add fear to life
(as most of us do),
experience
takes on fear’s scowl.
worry about money
smothers artistry.
fear of loss
stifles honesty.
not really wanting
to be where you are,
but afraid
to change.
nothing is more deadly
than slow-growing fear
few people live their destiny.
most follow trajectories skewed by fear.
true destiny is lived by giving everything,
loving openly here and now. ...
than slow-growing fear
when we add fear to life
(as most of us do),
experience
takes on fear’s scowl.
worry about money
smothers artistry.
fear of loss
stifles honesty.
not really wanting
to be where you are,
but afraid
to change.
nothing is more deadly
than slow-growing fear
few people live their destiny.
most follow trajectories skewed by fear.
true destiny is lived by giving everything,
loving openly here and now. ...
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#SelfDiscovery
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3 Comments
Sadness fills my mind
Sadness fills my mind
In my world, no one is kind
Holding back all the tears
While no one is near
I have nobody to talk to
I just have nothing to do
Anger fills my mind
In my world no one can find
Crying in my head
While people wish i was dead
Happiness never fills my mind
In my world I hide behind
I wish I had somebody to talk to
I wish I had something to do
I just want to say my goodbye
I know people...
In my world, no one is kind
Holding back all the tears
While no one is near
I have nobody to talk to
I just have nothing to do
Anger fills my mind
In my world no one can find
Crying in my head
While people wish i was dead
Happiness never fills my mind
In my world I hide behind
I wish I had somebody to talk to
I wish I had something to do
I just want to say my goodbye
I know people...
#sadness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
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Juicy Fighter
what are you waiting for?
Come on, go fight...
if life only gives you lemons
squeeze them into other people's eyes...
Come on, go fight...
if life only gives you lemons
squeeze them into other people's eyes...
#courage
#LifeStruggles
#SelfDiscovery
#rebellion
#wisdom
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Ode To Misery
I’m a stone in a world of flowers
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#ghosts
#despair
#Britain
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DU Poetry : Poems About Life Struggles Seeking Honest Critique