Poems About Life Struggles Published by Members Recently Online
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles published by members recently online.
oskar
Poem Published
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
re-reading Hemingway
The re-read (poet)
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
#violence
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#rebellion
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
re-reading Hemingway
The re-read (poet)
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
#violence
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#rebellion
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oskar
Poem Published
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
11th Feb 2022 9:00am
re-reading Hemingway
The re-read (poet)
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
Hemingway was a writer suffering from a disabling inhibition,
the conversation he had with women in his books are based
on wishes and not reality.
Women in his life were stronger than him, he tried
to compensate by bawdy behaviour, it always ended with him
stroking the cat and she going back to the USA.
Ernest Heming way was an alcoholic who made his hero
take care centre stage.
At times he wrote like an angel there, are lines in his writing
that is high-class poetry.
After reading his work, setting aside his...
#violence
#oppression
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#rebellion
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 7:46pm
11th Feb 2024 7:46pm
Inner Voice
who is that voice
when night is dark
and quiet envelopes the world?
who is that voice
when you're resting your bones
taking your pleasure?
who is that voice
when you're sad or smiling,
when you think you're alone?
who is that voice?
the voice that says no.
the voice that says doubt.
the voice of grief.
the voice of regret.
the voice
that drags you down
when you're fixing to win.
who is that voice,
that hesitation,
that deep questioning?
who is that...
when night is dark
and quiet envelopes the world?
who is that voice
when you're resting your bones
taking your pleasure?
who is that voice
when you're sad or smiling,
when you think you're alone?
who is that voice?
the voice that says no.
the voice that says doubt.
the voice of grief.
the voice of regret.
the voice
that drags you down
when you're fixing to win.
who is that voice,
that hesitation,
that deep questioning?
who is that...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
107 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 7:46pm
11th Feb 2024 7:46pm
Inner Voice
who is that voice
when night is dark
and quiet envelopes the world?
who is that voice
when you're resting your bones
taking your pleasure?
who is that voice
when you're sad or smiling,
when you think you're alone?
who is that voice?
the voice that says no.
the voice that says doubt.
the voice of grief.
the voice of regret.
the voice
that drags you down
when you're fixing to win.
who is that voice,
that hesitation,
that deep questioning?
who is that...
when night is dark
and quiet envelopes the world?
who is that voice
when you're resting your bones
taking your pleasure?
who is that voice
when you're sad or smiling,
when you think you're alone?
who is that voice?
the voice that says no.
the voice that says doubt.
the voice of grief.
the voice of regret.
the voice
that drags you down
when you're fixing to win.
who is that voice,
that hesitation,
that deep questioning?
who is that...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
107 reads
3 Comments
Kinkpoet
Poem Published
11th Feb 2024 7:46pm
11th Feb 2024 7:46pm
Inner Voice
who is that voice
when night is dark
and quiet envelopes the world?
who is that voice
when you're resting your bones
taking your pleasure?
who is that voice
when you're sad or smiling,
when you think you're alone?
who is that voice?
the voice that says no.
the voice that says doubt.
the voice of grief.
the voice of regret.
the voice
that drags you down
when you're fixing to win.
who is that voice,
that hesitation,
that deep questioning?
who is that...
when night is dark
and quiet envelopes the world?
who is that voice
when you're resting your bones
taking your pleasure?
who is that voice
when you're sad or smiling,
when you think you're alone?
who is that voice?
the voice that says no.
the voice that says doubt.
the voice of grief.
the voice of regret.
the voice
that drags you down
when you're fixing to win.
who is that voice,
that hesitation,
that deep questioning?
who is that...
#LifeStruggles
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
107 reads
3 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 1:15pm
30th Dec 2024 1:15pm
Written fro a Friend
Living life
self proclaimed
Born under the house of rebellion
And the sun/son of self restraint in retrograde
Pointing at your heart
here
aim right here
But life just laughs
taking the easy way out
wearing you down
Holding you under
choking on the vomit
spitting up sin
If you die of loneliness
would that be a suicide
Or just a forgotten tragedy
self proclaimed
Born under the house of rebellion
And the sun/son of self restraint in retrograde
Pointing at your heart
here
aim right here
But life just laughs
taking the easy way out
wearing you down
Holding you under
choking on the vomit
spitting up sin
If you die of loneliness
would that be a suicide
Or just a forgotten tragedy
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 1:15pm
30th Dec 2024 1:15pm
Written fro a Friend
Living life
self proclaimed
Born under the house of rebellion
And the sun/son of self restraint in retrograde
Pointing at your heart
here
aim right here
But life just laughs
taking the easy way out
wearing you down
Holding you under
choking on the vomit
spitting up sin
If you die of loneliness
would that be a suicide
Or just a forgotten tragedy
self proclaimed
Born under the house of rebellion
And the sun/son of self restraint in retrograde
Pointing at your heart
here
aim right here
But life just laughs
taking the easy way out
wearing you down
Holding you under
choking on the vomit
spitting up sin
If you die of loneliness
would that be a suicide
Or just a forgotten tragedy
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
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0 Comments
Baldwin
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 5:05pm
1st Oct 2021 5:05pm
The Damning Present
What does the present give birth to?
Despite a “poet’s” apodictic claim,
it isn’t always happiness.
And it’s not true the present's yield
is ever fertile, unrestricted, musing choice.
For frequently, especially for those with broken hearts,
or marks of harsh abuse,
or combat wounds, or introspective sinner’s too,
the present bears into the world
a haunting, undimmed voice
that speaks out from the past
and grounds
a bleakening and uncontrollable despair
that's due
to unforgotten martial trauma still...
Despite a “poet’s” apodictic claim,
it isn’t always happiness.
And it’s not true the present's yield
is ever fertile, unrestricted, musing choice.
For frequently, especially for those with broken hearts,
or marks of harsh abuse,
or combat wounds, or introspective sinner’s too,
the present bears into the world
a haunting, undimmed voice
that speaks out from the past
and grounds
a bleakening and uncontrollable despair
that's due
to unforgotten martial trauma still...
#LifeStruggles
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Cipher_O
Poem Published
12th Aug 2021 3:54pm
12th Aug 2021 3:54pm
Feel of Field
Bead of sweat, suspended -
Following rivulet, embedded
in – Skin, the ridge of the forehead,
Weary – Dreary, in the sun as [concentrate].
Windows in rows across the surface of dirt.
Blurry vision in magnification.
Seed by seed sows -
Plant by plant that grows,
stilled,
poetically willed,
Captured in flash form moment -
as the sweat
breaks the stillness
sweetly.
Spyglass prism sheds the sun
in overdose.
There are dreams
& shadows,
& links
In flash
as ...
Following rivulet, embedded
in – Skin, the ridge of the forehead,
Weary – Dreary, in the sun as [concentrate].
Windows in rows across the surface of dirt.
Blurry vision in magnification.
Seed by seed sows -
Plant by plant that grows,
stilled,
poetically willed,
Captured in flash form moment -
as the sweat
breaks the stillness
sweetly.
Spyglass prism sheds the sun
in overdose.
There are dreams
& shadows,
& links
In flash
as ...
#LifeStruggles
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0 Comments
Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
And Sometimes It Rains
I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
#healing
#illness
#LifeStruggles #rain
#LifeStruggles #rain
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Koulouri
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
19th Nov 2024 1:25am
And Sometimes It Rains
I've come to relish the moments I am sickly.
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
This is not to say that I enjoy being sick.
I think,
those are times when I feel the most I have felt.
That moment,
right after the bile hits the back of the bin.
I feel alive.
I feel real.
I am reminded that bad things are followed by good.
And all my thoughts,
And all my actions,
never mattered,
because they finally brought me here,
to this moment,
where I am curled up,
on the bathroom's tile floor,
the coolness battling the...
#healing
#illness
#LifeStruggles #rain
#LifeStruggles #rain
78 reads
4 Comments
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