Poems About Life Struggles Published by Members Recently Online
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles published by members recently online.
Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
4th Nov 2023 10:41pm
4th Nov 2023 10:41pm
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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26 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
...I hope (journal entry 12/7/2020)
leaves, luscious green
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
#depression
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
208 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
...I hope (journal entry 12/7/2020)
leaves, luscious green
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
#depression
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
208 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
...I hope (journal entry 12/7/2020)
leaves, luscious green
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
#depression
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
208 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
...I hope (journal entry 12/7/2020)
leaves, luscious green
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
#depression
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
208 reads
2 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
8th Dec 2020 4:24am
...I hope (journal entry 12/7/2020)
leaves, luscious green
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
whisper my name, softly
southern harmony, a cappella
bending branch to kiss my face
with warm lips that feel like
home
~
so close I can feel
wet, heavy air tickling my nose
as I lay in this limbo-place,
dreaming of a life of my own
to render in truth and love
or to regret in disappointment
and sorrow;
the choice is finally mine
~
longing for space
where I haven’t
fucked everything up
a hundred different ways;
a true clean slate
in a world where...
#depression
#hope
#dreams
#LifeStruggles
#LifeGoals
208 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
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
132 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
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
132 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
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
132 reads
4 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
14th Aug 2024 9:34pm
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
132 reads
4 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 7:49pm
23rd Nov 2024 7:49pm
Life’s Cord
Held onto the umbilical cord,
Crawling out from my mother’s womb,
Only to truckle,
Crawling into the womb of your will,
Strangled by life’s cord.
Crawling out from my mother’s womb,
Only to truckle,
Crawling into the womb of your will,
Strangled by life’s cord.
#despair
#LifeStruggles
72 reads
Lilliputian
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 7:49pm
23rd Nov 2024 7:49pm
Life’s Cord
Held onto the umbilical cord,
Crawling out from my mother’s womb,
Only to truckle,
Crawling into the womb of your will,
Strangled by life’s cord.
Crawling out from my mother’s womb,
Only to truckle,
Crawling into the womb of your will,
Strangled by life’s cord.
#despair
#LifeStruggles
72 reads
DU Poetry : Poems About Life Struggles Published by Members Recently Online
