Poems About Life Struggles by Top Critiquers
#LifeStruggles
Poems about life struggles by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 11:30am
Today 11:30am
Eternal Shadows
Not proud of my past
New job, home, city & state
It all comes with you
New job, home, city & state
It all comes with you
#haiku
#LifeStruggles
#memories
35 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
14th Jan 2024 10:36pm
14th Jan 2024 10:36pm
Ready, Set, Let Go (repost)
Transgressions
The past
Get past your past they say
The sense that everything is not quite right
Do I know?
Lost memories
Fleeting
Fluttering breath
Exhausted
Dark circles
She never sleeps they say
The overwhelming fear that I will be found out
Begin to sleep
Breath slows
Paralyzed
Eyes darting
Sadness
Resigned breath
I understand I always say
The two words I have come to despise
The two words I use to let people off the hook when they decide that my behavior is more...
The past
Get past your past they say
The sense that everything is not quite right
Do I know?
Lost memories
Fleeting
Fluttering breath
Exhausted
Dark circles
She never sleeps they say
The overwhelming fear that I will be found out
Begin to sleep
Breath slows
Paralyzed
Eyes darting
Sadness
Resigned breath
I understand I always say
The two words I have come to despise
The two words I use to let people off the hook when they decide that my behavior is more...
#strength
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#MovingOn
194 reads
14 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
8th Apr 2024 5:46pm
8th Apr 2024 5:46pm
Airport
Coming into the world
Living in an airport
Walking strolling running
Living a life of a sort
Some eat breakfast
Some eat lunch
Some eat little
Some eat much
At the end of the day
We wait at the gate
To leave this place
The memories we made
Waving goodbye
To everyone
Our time called
Under the sun
We stayed a while
Thinking all will last
In a bustling place
Time moves fast
The present hurts
The past lost
The future fades
All a speck of dust
Living in an airport
Walking strolling running
Living a life of a sort
Some eat breakfast
Some eat lunch
Some eat little
Some eat much
At the end of the day
We wait at the gate
To leave this place
The memories we made
Waving goodbye
To everyone
Our time called
Under the sun
We stayed a while
Thinking all will last
In a bustling place
Time moves fast
The present hurts
The past lost
The future fades
All a speck of dust
#LifeStruggles
69 reads
8 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 10:07pm
15th Nov 2020 10:07pm
APRIL FOOL'S DAY, EVERY DAY
DUPPING ISN'T COOL
Most of us have heard this
ancient proverb:
"Fool rush in where angels
fear to thread."
My Guru taught me that
if you're not on guard to the
wiles, tricks, and deceptions
of others, every day will be
April's Fool DAY.
P.T. Barnum, the circus
tycoon operated on the theory
that a "sucker is born every minute."
Making a fool out of a person
can start as a deliberate behavior
or it can drift into one before it is realized.
When you choose to make a fool
out of someone, you have made ...
Most of us have heard this
ancient proverb:
"Fool rush in where angels
fear to thread."
My Guru taught me that
if you're not on guard to the
wiles, tricks, and deceptions
of others, every day will be
April's Fool DAY.
P.T. Barnum, the circus
tycoon operated on the theory
that a "sucker is born every minute."
Making a fool out of a person
can start as a deliberate behavior
or it can drift into one before it is realized.
When you choose to make a fool
out of someone, you have made ...
#abuse
#LifeStruggles
#ignorance
#emptiness
#hurt
375 reads
4 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 1:54pm
19th Mar 2024 1:54pm
No Words
There are many occurrences
that there exist no words for.
They bludgeon and defy describing.
Wandering, unexplained feelings,.
and their plaguing dealings with your thoughts.
They find crevices in my wordless voids.
Where I am still hunted and haunted
by the words unheard.
Unformed.
If there is no actual word was the feeling even born.
Things fall deeper than the final depth of the heart.
An explanation is bone barren,
than my emptiest cartilage caverns.
When a hawk circles, there exist no birds.
It's ok, if...
that there exist no words for.
They bludgeon and defy describing.
Wandering, unexplained feelings,.
and their plaguing dealings with your thoughts.
They find crevices in my wordless voids.
Where I am still hunted and haunted
by the words unheard.
Unformed.
If there is no actual word was the feeling even born.
Things fall deeper than the final depth of the heart.
An explanation is bone barren,
than my emptiest cartilage caverns.
When a hawk circles, there exist no birds.
It's ok, if...
#LifeStruggles
#emotions
133 reads
24 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
22nd Feb 2023 7:57pm
22nd Feb 2023 7:57pm
melancholy blues
I ache in the shadow of regret
I hurt for yesterdays of sorrow
neglected feelings pushed down
where tears can't alter and the sun doesn't touch
my pain festers
it bears demons of rage
they stir inside me
rising to the surface
burning my tongue until they spill out as hate
this venom is promised for the hurt I buried today
deep within the well of sadness
where I am a prisoner
melancholy blues are the colors I wear
I seek the light just to be cast down
into the depths of misery
where I am bound
...
I hurt for yesterdays of sorrow
neglected feelings pushed down
where tears can't alter and the sun doesn't touch
my pain festers
it bears demons of rage
they stir inside me
rising to the surface
burning my tongue until they spill out as hate
this venom is promised for the hurt I buried today
deep within the well of sadness
where I am a prisoner
melancholy blues are the colors I wear
I seek the light just to be cast down
into the depths of misery
where I am bound
...
#sadness
#LifeStruggles
#hurt
223 reads
12 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 12:18pm
15th Apr 2024 12:18pm
Suspect
I take nothing
For granted
Everything is
S u s p e c t
For granted
Everything is
S u s p e c t
#anxiety
#LifeStruggles
58 reads
12 Comments
nightbirdblue
enbyblue
enbyblue
Poem Published
Today 5:51pm
Today 5:51pm
Invisible Illness
lost the words
lost the time
stepping out of reality
stepping out of rhyme
struggle to find
the rules don’t apply
my mind
does not
comply
trying to define
something you can’t see
how to describe
invisibility
under gravity
these laws of
normality
circumvent me
sentience
swept aside
it is here I reside
slowly losing time
to this
mental illness
lost the time
stepping out of reality
stepping out of rhyme
struggle to find
the rules don’t apply
my mind
does not
comply
trying to define
something you can’t see
how to describe
invisibility
under gravity
these laws of
normality
circumvent me
sentience
swept aside
it is here I reside
slowly losing time
to this
mental illness
#depression
#emptiness
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
#NaPoWriMo2024
19 reads
1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
9th Jan 2024 11:02pm
9th Jan 2024 11:02pm
Pangs of Jealousy
You like to torture me
Or I like to torture myself
Who would like that?
The mania is something to do
OCD festival of bruised ego
I don't deserve you
You don't deserve me either
We're kinda stuck with each other
Unless we want to buy new vaporizers
Or I like to torture myself
Who would like that?
The mania is something to do
OCD festival of bruised ego
I don't deserve you
You don't deserve me either
We're kinda stuck with each other
Unless we want to buy new vaporizers
#anxiety
#jealousy
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
179 reads
12 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
15th Nov 2020 5:10am
Ballerina
Your strength
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
created by
endless hours
of class
at the barre.
Cruel,
intense,
exacting
to exhibit
delicately
exquisite
technique.
Dizzying
Fouetté,
Piqué
chaîné turns.
Precision
Échappé,
Développé,
Jeté‘s
rehearsed
long past
what the
human body
can tolerably
endure.
Breathless
in beauty
as you hold
arabesque en pointe
defying
gravity.
Orchestra
left,
center
and right ...
#LifeStruggles
#metaphor
1002 reads
37 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
20th Feb 2024 4:33pm
20th Feb 2024 4:33pm
rearview reflections
funny how sometimes I look back at events in my life
it's like watching a movie on the big screen
thinking...shit...that was really me
it shouldn't be so surprising...
I was there...but was I really...
I guess that's up for debate
at the time I was so focused on survival
didn't occur to think of it as traumatic
flashes of the past blasting into my conscious
who even knows what caused it
standing in the parking lot of an old wig shop
a location chosen because it was so ridiculously random
suitcase at my feet & 4 year old...
it's like watching a movie on the big screen
thinking...shit...that was really me
it shouldn't be so surprising...
I was there...but was I really...
I guess that's up for debate
at the time I was so focused on survival
didn't occur to think of it as traumatic
flashes of the past blasting into my conscious
who even knows what caused it
standing in the parking lot of an old wig shop
a location chosen because it was so ridiculously random
suitcase at my feet & 4 year old...
#motherhood
#LifeStruggles
#confessional #memories
#confessional #memories
103 reads
5 Comments
wolfatthedoor1966
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 1:02pm
12th Nov 2023 1:02pm
blossom end of her white dress
i love her,
let me
cross
at the
narrow point
of river,
i look up
to see
the blossom
end of
her white
dress,
music playing
haunting songs,
crawling out
into
the wet
shroudy weeds,
this
is where
i last saw
the blossom
end
of her
white dress,
the last
they saw
of me.
let me
cross
at the
narrow point
of river,
i look up
to see
the blossom
end of
her white
dress,
music playing
haunting songs,
crawling out
into
the wet
shroudy weeds,
this
is where
i last saw
the blossom
end
of her
white dress,
the last
they saw
of me.
#LifeStruggles
#suicide
#suffering #emotional
#suffering #emotional
225 reads
4 Comments
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