Poems About Life Struggles Published by Members Recently Online
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles published by members recently online.
No Time For Regret!
No time for regret that belongs to yesterday.
We cannot change what's been and gone -
So why waste the energy?
What can't be fixed might drive us crazy,
And life's too short for that!
Let's embrace it, come what may -
Celebrate a brand new day,
YOUR WAY!
A future unknown.
Haha! I'm the last person to revel in the unknown -
Anyway, it sounded good!
But hey, there is some merit in it -
Feeling excited about what's to come,
While now is simply an unwritten book.
It's easy to get bogged down fearing...
We cannot change what's been and gone -
So why waste the energy?
What can't be fixed might drive us crazy,
And life's too short for that!
Let's embrace it, come what may -
Celebrate a brand new day,
YOUR WAY!
A future unknown.
Haha! I'm the last person to revel in the unknown -
Anyway, it sounded good!
But hey, there is some merit in it -
Feeling excited about what's to come,
While now is simply an unwritten book.
It's easy to get bogged down fearing...
#LifeStruggles
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Keyboard Bullies
Pathetically hiding behind
pieces of cancerous plastic
to make themselves look better
than their own mothers discarded afterbirth
pieces of cancerous plastic
to make themselves look better
than their own mothers discarded afterbirth
#LifeStruggles
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Sessions Part 1
Memory distorts
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
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6 Comments
Sessions Part 1
Memory distorts
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
Memory heals
Memory contorts
Memory steals
Not all memories comforts
The whole morning went by in a blur. The two couples I had sessions with had been challenging lately. Whenever I felt that they have moved forward on a particular topic, one of them would bring up something from the past that reverts the whole situation backward. ...
#LifeStruggles
#vulnerability
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6 Comments
No poem today
There shall be no poem today.
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2024
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12 Comments
No poem today
There shall be no poem today.
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2024
194 reads
12 Comments
No poem today
There shall be no poem today.
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
The thoughts will not be corralled.
I’m an amateur sheepdog
running circles
yapping aimlessly
at an unruly flock,
each going their own way.
So, sorry – there’s no poem here.
There shall be no poem today.
We’re out of stock.
And the sun shining through the spider plant
on the windowsill
is casting a highly disorganized shadow,
as my brain’s fingers
also reach randomly
in too many unfocused directions.
There’s just no poem to be found.
There shall be no poem today. ...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#NaPoWriMo2024
194 reads
12 Comments
Street People
Cold in the crisper dark origins of my mind
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
#dark
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #shadows
#LifeStruggles #shadows
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4 Comments
Street People
Cold in the crisper dark origins of my mind
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
#dark
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #shadows
#LifeStruggles #shadows
158 reads
4 Comments
Street People
Cold in the crisper dark origins of my mind
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
#dark
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #shadows
#LifeStruggles #shadows
158 reads
4 Comments
Street People
Cold in the crisper dark origins of my mind
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
haunting the silence of my insanity's curse
hanging on to the pinion of my philosophy
chilling with prostitutes wearing stilettos
with a lusting appetite for insatiable wraith
inbred by lusting undead on Route 66
hanging out with the street people
wearing a faceless shadow in LA...
moving east to Chicago
#dark
#homelessness
#LifeStruggles #shadows
#LifeStruggles #shadows
158 reads
4 Comments
Broken wifi
The Wi-Fi is broken!
They broke the Wi-Fi!
Pending downloads.
As it craves for more.
Closed eyes.
Transmission blocked.
Finished.
It is all over!
Broken software!
They broke the Wi-Fi!
Pending downloads.
As it craves for more.
Closed eyes.
Transmission blocked.
Finished.
It is all over!
Broken software!
#LifeStruggles
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3 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Life Struggles Published by Members Recently Online