Poems About the Power Of Words Seeking Friendly Advice
#PowerOfWords
nightbirdblue
Poem Published
13th May 2024 7:51pm
13th May 2024 7:51pm
Poetry Is My Therapist
I tell you all my secrets
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clearer view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next...
For you, I do not hide
Trusting in the process
Remaking my life
Never knowing what
The next stanza will bring
If I’ll be poetically crying
Or if I will sweetly sing
This write, it is a journey
Through past lives and woes
Trauma that dredges up
Memories morose
Then there are all those times
When I have really pushed through
And rid myself of bad habits
Seeing now with a clearer view
This pulse of life, I ride out
Wonder where it’ll take me next...
#healing
#honesty
#PowerOfWords
#vulnerability
#WritingPoetry
298 reads
16 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
8th May 2024 11:39pm
8th May 2024 11:39pm
Typical
BULLSHIT!
#PowerOfWords
317 reads
12 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
6th May 2024 00:03am
6th May 2024 00:03am
You don’t know me at all
Wisdom,
it truly is earned
I find myself alone a lot
with too much time to think
and think I do
I wade through my emotions
five second tears fall
I can’t help it, I hate myself—
today, tomorrow and yesterday
Soon things are changing,
I don’t much like change
I am a traditionalist…
it truly is earned
I find myself alone a lot
with too much time to think
and think I do
I wade through my emotions
five second tears fall
I can’t help it, I hate myself—
today, tomorrow and yesterday
Soon things are changing,
I don’t much like change
I am a traditionalist…
#PowerOfWords
373 reads
39 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 9:29am
17th Apr 2024 9:29am
Finds solace
Who is unable to swing wide the door,
Finds solace by the window's perch,
The door to reality, firmly locked,
Encased within the shackles of sadness.
Every attempt to unlock it brings pain,
A searing ache of disappointment and parting,
Thus, I chose to take a leap of faith,
Through the window of letters, I soared. ...
Finds solace by the window's perch,
The door to reality, firmly locked,
Encased within the shackles of sadness.
Every attempt to unlock it brings pain,
A searing ache of disappointment and parting,
Thus, I chose to take a leap of faith,
Through the window of letters, I soared. ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
#LifeAsAWriter #PowerOfWords
201 reads
0 Comments
moroccanpoet
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
15th Apr 2024 2:20am
My old poetry
In the depths of my old poetry,
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
I find a tinge of melancholy,
Lines filled with pain, sorrow, and ire,
Echoes of my struggles, my desires.
Reflecting on the decades gone by,
Contemplating life's parade passing by,
Faces fading, wandering and lost,
Decisions shaping who I am at any cost.
Voices whispering within my mind,
Some laughter, some tears, intertwined,
...
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
#PowerOfWords #nostalgia
186 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2024 11:58am
3rd Apr 2024 11:58am
the car buisness
Automobile industry
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster.
It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon
So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning.
The cars by the seaside started all at once and
headed towards the bay and into the sea
the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the...
#books
#MyInspiration
#PowerOfWords
#passion
#reading
116 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
31st Jan 2024 1:52pm
31st Jan 2024 1:52pm
The Cow Cat (three letter words)
But how can you?
Pen the ode
Yes how?
Not now
The red cow
Moo, and moo
One! not two
Oaf!
Now set
One cow
New mew met
The sun
Was hot
And not
The cat
But out the cat ran
For sun tan
Fur now hot
Icy not
And cow moo
And cat mew
The cow cat
Two sat
Now one
Odd pet
Say you too
Moo mew
Not new
But now old
For one eon
by Jemia
Pen the ode
Yes how?
Not now
The red cow
Moo, and moo
One! not two
Oaf!
Now set
One cow
New mew met
The sun
Was hot
And not
The cat
But out the cat ran
For sun tan
Fur now hot
Icy not
And cow moo
And cat mew
The cow cat
Two sat
Now one
Odd pet
Say you too
Moo mew
Not new
But now old
For one eon
by Jemia
#parody
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#surreal
137 reads
0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
4th Dec 2023 10:05am
4th Dec 2023 10:05am
the parrot
The Parrot
The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green...
The bird in the cage has featherless wings folded
to the naked body like squeaking scissors
I'm 89 today let, me out of this bloody cage!
Its owner is hard of hearing, is the widow of a war
veteran, I think the First World War
She tells everyone she meets, 8 million horses and
12 million donkeys were killed on the battlefield and no one
took notice
Humanity only thought of their suffering and were
impervious to animals' feelings, more, a wounded animal was eyed as a potential meal by hungry soldiers
Dragged from a green...
#PowerOfWords
#passion
144 reads
0 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 2:11am
1st Dec 2023 2:11am
The Perfect Poem
Ah, the perfect poem.
Does it occur when you are sufficiently stoned?
Or when the agony begins to bloat?
Or when in cherry blood, joy floats?
Lies eloquently disguise truths.
Truth promenades as lies.
Poetic words speak to the roots that keep us alive.
Should it provoke intricate questions of the soul?
As landmines of resonance fill our holes.
Does it occur when you are sufficiently stoned?
Or when the agony begins to bloat?
Or when in cherry blood, joy floats?
Lies eloquently disguise truths.
Truth promenades as lies.
Poetic words speak to the roots that keep us alive.
Should it provoke intricate questions of the soul?
As landmines of resonance fill our holes.
#WritersBlock
#PowerOfWords
198 reads
6 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 6:18am
25th Nov 2023 6:18am
Wow
The weight of my pulse is heavily palpable
but even more so, the terror that I continue to breathe in the same air as a lunatic while plotting his murder with every single breath I take …
What’s more striking still— is, I’m so pathetic,
I will never make him leave, he has to be the one to go—Either by choice or death
I hate myself…
but even more so, the terror that I continue to breathe in the same air as a lunatic while plotting his murder with every single breath I take …
What’s more striking still— is, I’m so pathetic,
I will never make him leave, he has to be the one to go—Either by choice or death
I hate myself…
#PowerOfWords
553 reads
37 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
Poem Published
12th Nov 2023 5:30pm
12th Nov 2023 5:30pm
Update: The Witch Patch
The completed witch patch is under extreme edit to get ready to publish, it may not seem like it but i am working hard to continue the editing process on my own.
Hello to my readers ☺️
So after re-reading The Witch Patch now that it’s done. I have decided to change a few names in the story and add a few unknown details about each character. Then I will delete whats posted and repost each page in order by two’s each day, once the editing process is complete.
Hello to my readers ☺️
So after re-reading The Witch Patch now that it’s done. I have decided to change a few names in the story and add a few unknown details about each character. Then I will delete whats posted and repost each page in order by two’s each day, once the editing process is complete.
#PowerOfWords
262 reads
2 Comments
Shinobi
Poem Published
10th Nov 2023 2:17am
10th Nov 2023 2:17am
Presto
see the tables floating
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
no strings attached...
like a mannequin..presto
vanishing before your eyes
spectral locomotive rushing
through my vocal mind...
silver-blue...frozen in silence
standing outside in the cold
presto...I radiate more heat
than light.
I'm not one who believes in magic
sometimes I have second sight.
heard the thunder behind her eyes
with a wave of my magic wand
we'll disappear...
yes I've seen the candles floating ...
#dark
#ghosts
#PowerOfWords #mythology
#PowerOfWords #mythology
205 reads
3 Comments
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