Poems About Life Struggles Published by Members Recently Online
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles published by members recently online.
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
Violins and Candles and Roses
I've been playing with Photoshop.
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
#happiness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
544 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
Violins and Candles and Roses
I've been playing with Photoshop.
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
#happiness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
544 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
Violins and Candles and Roses
I've been playing with Photoshop.
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
#happiness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
544 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
Violins and Candles and Roses
I've been playing with Photoshop.
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
#happiness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
544 reads
6 Comments
toniscales
Lost Girl
Lost Girl
Poem Published
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
29th Aug 2019 1:43am
Violins and Candles and Roses
I've been playing with Photoshop.
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
Violins and candles and roses,
Pictures of my beautiful daughter.
I love the way they interlay and blend,
If those would be the correct terms
To use. Fishing memories to cherish
And store them with others.
Five days off my meds.
I think about how I once wrote in my journal
That I don't think I'd ever experienced a
Moment of pure joy in this life,
That all I remember is this sadness.
It's not true. Five days off meds
And I can see colors again. I can feel.
The zombie is buried.
The...
#happiness
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#bipolar
#MentalHealth
544 reads
6 Comments
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
431 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 11:43pm
7th Jan 2025 11:43pm
escapism
caught a bus
went to the shop
bought a bottle of scotch
and a newspaper
full of bad stuff
but I still bought it
for the football
went to the shop
bought a bottle of scotch
and a newspaper
full of bad stuff
but I still bought it
for the football
#LifeStruggles
75 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
#love
#hope
#courage
#marriage
#LifeStruggles
386 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
#love
#hope
#courage
#marriage
#LifeStruggles
386 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
#love
#hope
#courage
#marriage
#LifeStruggles
386 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
#love
#hope
#courage
#marriage
#LifeStruggles
386 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
1st Jan 2022 00:11am
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust Bowl Lovers
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
Dust devils dance for rain
Her mason jar moxie
Turns pears into preserves
That can his worries
Of the lean season
With irrigation by a nearby river
Whose water will fill the rows
Of wheaten Lazarus
With her kitchen cornucopia
No mere manna
But an earthly sustenance
To fuel the labor he loves
But when she needs his touch
To fill the lonely hours
That shorten her breath
He lends his steel to her softness
Like a knight in the midst of chivalry
Whose creative anachronism
Is...
#love
#hope
#courage
#marriage
#LifeStruggles
386 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Life Struggles Published by Members Recently Online
