Poems About Life Struggles Seeking Honest Critique
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 10:26pm
Today 10:26pm
Obscene Vision
Live is spelled wrong, we all know that, right?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
It just doesn't sound right
It just doesn't look right
Can't hear any screams
Can't smell fear or decaying bodies
Can't see any pain or frustration
What's happening?
I don't know
All I know is, it's just not right
Do you know what the right path should be?
#dark
#evil
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
#TruthOfLife
15 reads
3 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:43pm
Yesterday 7:43pm
Roads to Nowhere
Roads to nowhere
Now that sure sounds ominous...roads to nowhere, Damn!!
Not really
It's not the roads to nowhere that are giving me trouble
It's the roads to everywhere that are driving me fucking crazy!
Literally!
Now that sure sounds ominous...roads to nowhere, Damn!!
Not really
It's not the roads to nowhere that are giving me trouble
It's the roads to everywhere that are driving me fucking crazy!
Literally!
#anxiety
#LifeGoals
#LifeStruggles
54 reads
14 Comments
TheQ
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 7:05pm
27th Jan 2025 7:05pm
Pressed flowers
The wordy win and swoon
while most remain cocooned
ingrained in our veins
to gain and impress
stained I digress
the crone knows that
Pressed flowers still wild
And stress when invested
and loath to feel lonely
yet nevertheless
at arms stretch from the rest
we subject ourselves
isolate, depress
the cusp of banter
with feigned interest
Pressed flowers still wilt
Honed to self-help
stoned till morrow
opportune corridors
hearken darkened paths
Pressed flowers still...
while most remain cocooned
ingrained in our veins
to gain and impress
stained I digress
the crone knows that
Pressed flowers still wild
And stress when invested
and loath to feel lonely
yet nevertheless
at arms stretch from the rest
we subject ourselves
isolate, depress
the cusp of banter
with feigned interest
Pressed flowers still wilt
Honed to self-help
stoned till morrow
opportune corridors
hearken darkened paths
Pressed flowers still...
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
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NP_NP
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
26th Jan 2025 7:51pm
My dear, can't you see?
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
You've lived a true Russian life,
A life etched in pain and heartache,
Where sorrow is the constant refrain.
Your love story, tragic and raw,
Would make Tolstoy put down his pen—
For no words could capture
The depths of your justified bitterness.
It’s a grief that makes the world weep,
A bitterness so pure, so deep.
Mei would stumble, lost for words,
Unable to write a book about you,
For how could any story
Do justice to such a life—
A life torn between dreams and loss?
...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#loneliness
#sadness
36 reads
0 Comments
Seed
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
26th Jan 2025 1:19pm
This Life Is For The Birds
Matthew 6:26 "Consider the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they?"
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone pole....
I wanted to write a poem about birds.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the song of the Nightingale.
I wanted to write a poem that uses the lonely call of the Rain Crow at dusk.
I wanted to write a poem that shares the drumming of a Woodpecker on a tree in the not too distant woods.
I wanted to write a poem that records the mimicking of the Mockingbird atop a telephone pole....
#birds
#LifeStruggles
#myself
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KittyFromHell
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
25th Jan 2025 2:08pm
All Grown Up
The calendar says I am older
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
The bills say I'm on my own
The children call me "ma'am"
And the old women say "my, how you've grown!"
I feel myself walking in no one's footsteps,
Yet the shoes are still too big to fill.
I've fought, and I've fought, and I've fought,
And now my bravado has brought me to a standstill.
Going through the motions
Has left me in a world of daydreams
Lala land is nice this time of year
Away from the agony of what this life means.
I've watched my childhood ambitions...
#childhood
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
59 reads
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Wordsmith
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 9:15pm
24th Jan 2025 9:15pm
Hunm
One unruly truth about this life we tread
Where whispers gather when backs are turned instead
is that.. people, family, friends; a familiar tide
Ganging up behind; where shadows hide
They spew their tales; this and that they claim
Calling you reckless; tarnishing your name
Your flaws they tally; your worth they erase
Blind to the battles you silently face
They know not the weight your shoulders have borne
The nights you’ve weathered; weary and worn
Through storms unyielding; you’ve held your own
A fortress of will; though...
Where whispers gather when backs are turned instead
is that.. people, family, friends; a familiar tide
Ganging up behind; where shadows hide
They spew their tales; this and that they claim
Calling you reckless; tarnishing your name
Your flaws they tally; your worth they erase
Blind to the battles you silently face
They know not the weight your shoulders have borne
The nights you’ve weathered; weary and worn
Through storms unyielding; you’ve held your own
A fortress of will; though...
#anger
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 5:30am
24th Jan 2025 5:30am
(Brown Face) Emoji
and Justice Forestall
I guess it really depends on who you know
Or who you are and what the cause may be
But if I’m on the wrong side of the color palette
I might be screwed when it comes to validity
I’ve been called names and had objects thrown at me before
Just for existing but more likely because I have a brown face
Perhaps it was because I passed through the wrong neighborhood
But it’s tempting to clap back or jump at the chance to catch a case
In today’s world many of us are facing an impending doom
We have our allies...
I guess it really depends on who you know
Or who you are and what the cause may be
But if I’m on the wrong side of the color palette
I might be screwed when it comes to validity
I’ve been called names and had objects thrown at me before
Just for existing but more likely because I have a brown face
Perhaps it was because I passed through the wrong neighborhood
But it’s tempting to clap back or jump at the chance to catch a case
In today’s world many of us are facing an impending doom
We have our allies...
#LifeStruggles
86 reads
3 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 12:57pm
23rd Jan 2025 12:57pm
An orange and white wig stand
Ignorance wandered
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
lost in the vast unknown.
Faith stood firm
as a beacon in the night.
They met by chance,
two souls adrift.
In the space between
no doubt and disbelief.
Ignorance questioned,
seeking answers,
Faith offered solace,
a gentle embrace.
Together they danced,
in the twilight
of misunderstanding.
Finding beauty
in their conveniences.
In their union,
an acrimony emerged.
A void that transcended
their indifferences.
#evil
#hell
#horror
#LifeStruggles
#nightmares
59 reads
6 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 11:30am
23rd Jan 2025 11:30am
Listen to the silence
Living in the shadows, where there is no place to go
Living in the shadows, where there is no place to dream
Take a deep breath to fight against your fears
Live for the moment to understand your destiny
Listen to the silence to find the way
Do you remember when nothing was everything?
Lies,
Cause what sounded good to you determined your choice
Your knowledge is fading, and this battle is just the beginning
Living in the shadows, where there is no place to dream
Take a deep breath to fight against your fears
Live for the moment to understand your destiny
Listen to the silence to find the way
Do you remember when nothing was everything?
Lies,
Cause what sounded good to you determined your choice
Your knowledge is fading, and this battle is just the beginning
#fate
#fear
#LifeStruggles
#silence
#wisdom
69 reads
14 Comments
Lynxxey
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2025 8:12am
23rd Jan 2025 8:12am
Lament
Find me, fix me, mend me, broken still
The words you gave me bruise tomorrow still
Maybe what you think ain’t meant to be
The world it works in ways you won’t believe
Life it seems to be a flowing stream
Never stopping, flowing as it please
Rules they make, so cut and dry
Even tho nobody sees eye to eye
Time may tell while eyes are sweltering
The mask you’ve grown to love is hell to me
Take me as I come or I won’t stay
Life is short and the world Is so damn big
The words you gave me bruise tomorrow still
Maybe what you think ain’t meant to be
The world it works in ways you won’t believe
Life it seems to be a flowing stream
Never stopping, flowing as it please
Rules they make, so cut and dry
Even tho nobody sees eye to eye
Time may tell while eyes are sweltering
The mask you’ve grown to love is hell to me
Take me as I come or I won’t stay
Life is short and the world Is so damn big
#LifeStruggles
51 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 9:25pm
22nd Jan 2025 9:25pm
It's a sad day for dreams
Here we are going through the same situations, that seems that they will never gonna change, for the betterment of life. AS we slowly yet uncover that what we see and hear is nothing more and nothing less of the truth. Just constantly being destroyed and filled with more of life's things, that are involved in disappointment in what we see is still broken. Beyond repair yet there is certainly nothing, but chaos and drama and madness of confusion still eating away, at the world. For sure it's a sad day for the world and life, that definitely comes with it's share of truth of the lies, of the...
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#sadness
#suffering
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