Poems About Life Struggles Seeking Honest Critique
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Enigma-Abyss
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:11pm
Yesterday 1:11pm
Rubble
Its funny how the rubble,
does come of concern,
when a kid pulls a 12mm
and points it at your face.
You warn of trouble,
as his hand does tremble,
and asks him if he's a rebel,
or a sweet kid in disguise.
does come of concern,
when a kid pulls a 12mm
and points it at your face.
You warn of trouble,
as his hand does tremble,
and asks him if he's a rebel,
or a sweet kid in disguise.
#LifeStruggles
#racism
29 reads
2 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 11:45pm
9th Feb 2025 11:45pm
So, Let's call it a tie.
You've said all your words
left your mark,
and left me with a bruised heart.
I made my act and played my part.
I think it was nothing more than a paper cut
So, let's call it a tie
it's not the first time,
No need for us to fall apart.
it's nothing new,
we both have been starring at each other through a barrel of a gun.
with that in mind,
who's was not expecting a few scars?
It's dark,
Ups and downs
It's the only thing we call love
who cares if we fight through the night
When we both...
left your mark,
and left me with a bruised heart.
I made my act and played my part.
I think it was nothing more than a paper cut
So, let's call it a tie
it's not the first time,
No need for us to fall apart.
it's nothing new,
we both have been starring at each other through a barrel of a gun.
with that in mind,
who's was not expecting a few scars?
It's dark,
Ups and downs
It's the only thing we call love
who cares if we fight through the night
When we both...
#conflict
#denial
#LifeStruggles #love
#LifeStruggles #love
44 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 11:59am
9th Feb 2025 11:59am
Just around the corner
The car crash
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
The bodies inside making silent history
The girl
Her head smashed into the steering wheel
Her beautiful face
Her skull
Her forehead caved in and purple
The woman next to her
Her body
Her gentle eyes filled with glass
Her unborn child, twisted inside, neck broken, back broken, small mouth open, full of black congealed blood
The five year old boy in the back seat
Neck broken, legs wrapped around each other, broken several times
His little arms wrapped around himself as if he was freezing
Nothing moves
The...
#cars
#children
#death
#horror
#LifeStruggles
69 reads
20 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 8:23am
9th Feb 2025 8:23am
Same Poison Different Day
if we both know the definition of insanity
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
then why are we caught in this winding loop
again and again
a bitter sip
poison on our tongues
sin after sin, drowning in our sleep
we wake to a new day
the beginning of another end
#LifeStruggles
45 reads
0 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
8th Feb 2025 3:33pm
Hold My Beer
🍺
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
I didn't know how to gracefully release
an emotional undercurrent
in a manner that was clear
and concise
without becoming the monster I hate
Until the Poem said, Pssst. . .
Hold my beer.
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#minimalist
#WritingPoetry
106 reads
11 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:46am
8th Feb 2025 11:46am
Take that one chance and make it a great one
At a young age you were told "You have the whole world ahead of you to do what you like"
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
What do you do...Nothing. Most settle on what comes to them easily. Never striving for much more then the basics. It don't matter to you at the time. You have youth, energy, your having unprotected sex and hanging out with friends all the time. Life seems quite good, until you have to grow up.
At middle age you now think "I've should have done this to avoid that or to go this route instead of that route" You realize changes can be made but you become to content and set...
#aging
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
80 reads
16 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
7th Feb 2025 9:29pm
7th Feb 2025 9:29pm
All the miles everyday
It's so good to hear you sounding so good and happy, man that's awesome!!
It's good to hear about someone out there destroying it
It's so hard to do anything these days
Got that right
You gotta pass through so many nowhere's and plow through so many nobody's to get anywhere
All the miles each and every day you have to go through just to get to yourself
It's good to hear about someone out there destroying it
It's so hard to do anything these days
Got that right
You gotta pass through so many nowhere's and plow through so many nobody's to get anywhere
All the miles each and every day you have to go through just to get to yourself
#frustration
#LifeStruggles
#motivational
#PersonalGrowth
#philosophical
71 reads
8 Comments
NoQuarter
Poem Published
6th Feb 2025 3:33am
6th Feb 2025 3:33am
Salt In The Wound
I keep my head low, doing my best,
but every time I rise, they put me to rest.
Tried all my life, just to make a stand,
but every time I reach, they slap my hand.
You push and you fight, you dig in the dirt,
but the more you struggle, the deeper the hurt.
Shot down again, no matter the try,
with every fall, a piece of me dies.
I work with my hands, break my back for the cause,
they tear me apart with no reason, no laws.
Like salt in the wound, it burns through my soul,
taking what's left, never leaving me whole. ...
but every time I rise, they put me to rest.
Tried all my life, just to make a stand,
but every time I reach, they slap my hand.
You push and you fight, you dig in the dirt,
but the more you struggle, the deeper the hurt.
Shot down again, no matter the try,
with every fall, a piece of me dies.
I work with my hands, break my back for the cause,
they tear me apart with no reason, no laws.
Like salt in the wound, it burns through my soul,
taking what's left, never leaving me whole. ...
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 6:31am
5th Feb 2025 6:31am
Insomnia
I toss and turn, restless in the dark, Counting sheep, but none will leave their mark. Midnight comes through halls so quiet, wondering if I locked all the doors, my mind won't be still.
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
Everyone's asleep, but I remain, A lonely ghost just existing. I lay in bed, thoughts of my plants, Their growth, their leaves—usually my trance.
But tonight, the silence can't ease my mind, Nothing's wrong, no troubles to find. No worries plague my sleepless state, Just an empty stillness.
The dishes are clean, the house in place, Yet I wander, lost in endless space. First to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
0 Comments
Kasai
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 6:18am
5th Feb 2025 6:18am
falling home
I saw her today
so quiet
& soft
a somber ghost
of her former self
the pine trees
no longer whisper
& cold, black fingers
hold up a heavy
December sky
her heart lies fallow
born of Winter's burden
the blood pools like sap
in her limbs
& in her chest
& I see her die
her little deaths
knowing
the sun will rise again
without her
for her roots too
are infinite
so quiet
& soft
a somber ghost
of her former self
the pine trees
no longer whisper
& cold, black fingers
hold up a heavy
December sky
her heart lies fallow
born of Winter's burden
the blood pools like sap
in her limbs
& in her chest
& I see her die
her little deaths
knowing
the sun will rise again
without her
for her roots too
are infinite
#LifeStruggles
97 reads
5 Comments
Drieks
Poem Published
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
4th Feb 2025 2:19am
Too many bad days
So many. Had to burn ‘em.
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
Bad days reflect my sad face,
feeling fractured space behind my sternum.
Nobody likes me.
I’m pretty sure it’s because there’s nobody
like me.
Not even my shadow beside me can settle
the light.
See?
Too many bad days? Might be.
Said with a red face? Most likely.
Sadness, anger, disbelief.
The last three stages of life.
Madness led me to relief,
awareness built my hive for me.
Way too many sad days.
Too...
#dark
#depression
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
#LifeStruggles #SelfHarm
74 reads
4 Comments
NP_NP
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
3rd Feb 2025 1:20pm
Passing By
I crawl into bed with my madness, Screaming in agony, pleading to the skies, "Speak to God— Beg him to halt my trials, To ease this weight I carry in the dark."
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."
Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love...
#anxiety
#depression
#despair
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
70 reads
3 Comments
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