Least Read Poems About Life Struggles
#LifeStruggles
Least read poems about life struggles. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
To Scar
Funny how the trauma of life
can wound like a knife
cutting ever so deep
so the memory will keep
Just a promise to myself
buried in a book upon the shelf
only then meant to be read
in time of turbulence and dread
For in each new bright morning
I recall yesterday with its warning
how even the sun will finally set
leaving only the splendor of regret
Since often I will then trace
braille memories of this place
where I collected each faint scar
from both near and from afar
...
can wound like a knife
cutting ever so deep
so the memory will keep
Just a promise to myself
buried in a book upon the shelf
only then meant to be read
in time of turbulence and dread
For in each new bright morning
I recall yesterday with its warning
how even the sun will finally set
leaving only the splendor of regret
Since often I will then trace
braille memories of this place
where I collected each faint scar
from both near and from afar
...
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Road
We always remember it when we see it
It beckons us at birth
It carries us home” ~ Joy Harjo
Whether gravelly or paved
How each mile is saved
Put in my deep pocket
Like some keepsake in its locket
Old days I still remember
Each bittersweet November
With all of its cold rain
All of its numbing pain
Or countless bold sunrises
With their chromatic surprises
God with Her finger paint
Coloring a world growing faint
As I follow the bright yellow line
Feel the warm July sunshine
A...
It beckons us at birth
It carries us home” ~ Joy Harjo
Whether gravelly or paved
How each mile is saved
Put in my deep pocket
Like some keepsake in its locket
Old days I still remember
Each bittersweet November
With all of its cold rain
All of its numbing pain
Or countless bold sunrises
With their chromatic surprises
God with Her finger paint
Coloring a world growing faint
As I follow the bright yellow line
Feel the warm July sunshine
A...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#aging
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Sweet Ruin
Poetry Response to “Sweet Ruin”
by Tony Hoagland
Funny how the smell of rot
is really not…
all that bad
coming from the inside out
from certainty to doubt
I do have a way with decay
make it seem sweet
every luscious defeat
revels in its own victimhood
choosing losing for good
by Tony Hoagland
Funny how the smell of rot
is really not…
all that bad
coming from the inside out
from certainty to doubt
I do have a way with decay
make it seem sweet
every luscious defeat
revels in its own victimhood
choosing losing for good
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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#Hashtag
These symbols and letters
far worse than fetters
chain me to wall
raise me up again to fall
compress just to impress
without saying anything at all
far worse than fetters
chain me to wall
raise me up again to fall
compress just to impress
without saying anything at all
#loneliness
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Cracks in the Ice
Adrift in the rift of my life
I am ever glacial
flowing so relentless
slow and steady as I go
moving my entire world
a millimeter at a time
always persistent yet resistant
to the tickle of a fickle breeze
I do the undoing of all that I please
tracing the tracks of all these cracks
I am ever glacial
flowing so relentless
slow and steady as I go
moving my entire world
a millimeter at a time
always persistent yet resistant
to the tickle of a fickle breeze
I do the undoing of all that I please
tracing the tracks of all these cracks
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Embroidered
"Scars are souvenirs you never lose
the past is never far" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
I wear my life on my skin
each blessing beside each sin
some quite accidental
many more self-woven
for this fabric is my own
yet as fickle as a wind blown
across vast canyons I have seen
as I seek now to glean
the message in the wool
the lose thread that I must pull
before I do begin again
embroider with only this pen
the past is never far" ~ The Goo Goo Dolls
I wear my life on my skin
each blessing beside each sin
some quite accidental
many more self-woven
for this fabric is my own
yet as fickle as a wind blown
across vast canyons I have seen
as I seek now to glean
the message in the wool
the lose thread that I must pull
before I do begin again
embroider with only this pen
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#SelfReflection
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Recompense
How then to tally what is due
recount all that is new
in these words now said
an epitaph at birth
before the scattering of earth
regrows what was first dead
for a litany of lush lies
provides insufficient alibis
when the statement is finally read
yet there is still much left to know
illuminated by the taper glow
while its wicked flame is fed
a most modest recompense
in a pure poetic sense
given all the ink I have bled
recount all that is new
in these words now said
an epitaph at birth
before the scattering of earth
regrows what was first dead
for a litany of lush lies
provides insufficient alibis
when the statement is finally read
yet there is still much left to know
illuminated by the taper glow
while its wicked flame is fed
a most modest recompense
in a pure poetic sense
given all the ink I have bled
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Entropical
Disorder is the order of the day
no matter what we say
things become more undone
things over before they have begun
Such is the solemn cross we bear
with each covenant we then tear
shred just to light all our bonfires
in the desperate hope each inspires
Far flames unfurling into the night
another pathetic sacrificial rite
changing written lines to sound
before we bury them in the ground
So wrapped up in our haste
that we cannot see the waste
of any token resistance
put on at...
no matter what we say
things become more undone
things over before they have begun
Such is the solemn cross we bear
with each covenant we then tear
shred just to light all our bonfires
in the desperate hope each inspires
Far flames unfurling into the night
another pathetic sacrificial rite
changing written lines to sound
before we bury them in the ground
So wrapped up in our haste
that we cannot see the waste
of any token resistance
put on at...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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Refractory
Funny how this bright white light
splits within the blackest night
a rainbow of real, raw feeling
paints all over this lonely ceiling
Just the perfect decorum
a most fitting forum
to help me work things out
help me conquer all my doubt
Separating all these strands
I sift while sorting through sands
of a most impatient sort of rhyme
trying to reclaim back lost time
Since tallying up the cost
of everything I have then lost
believing a truth that lied
even in the final rites that died ...
splits within the blackest night
a rainbow of real, raw feeling
paints all over this lonely ceiling
Just the perfect decorum
a most fitting forum
to help me work things out
help me conquer all my doubt
Separating all these strands
I sift while sorting through sands
of a most impatient sort of rhyme
trying to reclaim back lost time
Since tallying up the cost
of everything I have then lost
believing a truth that lied
even in the final rites that died ...
#LifeStruggles
#rainbow
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Conceptual
Roots made me weep,
Believed to be in control,
of my “forte”, exceedingly,
Ecstasy to blotch,
Emerged to be supreme,
Concealed by means,
Of a gaze in a screen play,
Played by mind’s instinct,
I explored,
......I fell in and I fell out…
My drive to live,
To gasp, to adore
Is not tagged as “wind back”
As i “onward”
To coincide
A glimpse of benefit,
Expanded wits to script,
Dazzling amid proses
He uttered ,
and,
told me,
Interesting indeed, but
attractively...
Believed to be in control,
of my “forte”, exceedingly,
Ecstasy to blotch,
Emerged to be supreme,
Concealed by means,
Of a gaze in a screen play,
Played by mind’s instinct,
I explored,
......I fell in and I fell out…
My drive to live,
To gasp, to adore
Is not tagged as “wind back”
As i “onward”
To coincide
A glimpse of benefit,
Expanded wits to script,
Dazzling amid proses
He uttered ,
and,
told me,
Interesting indeed, but
attractively...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
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You Can't Fit An Analog Soul Into A Digitized Device
My truth is a non-sequitur
So the program said
Error 404 Error 404 Error 404
You might as well be dead
Slipped into the life cracks
I diverged so long ago
I cant even see the seam
Where I zigged to path alone
I am not valid to digitized life
Am I only valid to myself?
I am an analog heart
Download error no help
~Notice your download contained an unknown script and has been sanitized~
Fade to oblivion ...
...BEEEP...
...Beep
...beep... ...
So the program said
Error 404 Error 404 Error 404
You might as well be dead
Slipped into the life cracks
I diverged so long ago
I cant even see the seam
Where I zigged to path alone
I am not valid to digitized life
Am I only valid to myself?
I am an analog heart
Download error no help
~Notice your download contained an unknown script and has been sanitized~
Fade to oblivion ...
...BEEEP...
...Beep
...beep... ...
#love
#LifeStruggles
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Fighting The Feeling You Wont Let Yourself Feel Or Words That WIll Follow You To Infinity And Beyond
I already wrote this poem
And that poem
And that write
And the other one
Twist them
Bend them
Spindle them
Desecrate them
Make them up
Spell them wrong
Mix them around
Write a new song
Whistle them
Bleed them
Cover them
Delete them
When you close your eyes
They're still there
When you close your mind
They're still there
When you close your soul
They keep knockin on your doors
...
And that poem
And that write
And the other one
Twist them
Bend them
Spindle them
Desecrate them
Make them up
Spell them wrong
Mix them around
Write a new song
Whistle them
Bleed them
Cover them
Delete them
When you close your eyes
They're still there
When you close your mind
They're still there
When you close your soul
They keep knockin on your doors
...
#love
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Life Struggles