Truth Of Life Seeking Friendly Advice Poems
#TruthOfLife
truth of life seeking friendly advice poems. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
missjem56
Poem Published
1st May 2025 2:28pm
1st May 2025 2:28pm
Nothing Two Loo's!
It's humiliating
Having to ask
Everywhere i go
For a 'neutral' loo
Basically
One loo, or three
Will do
But number two's
If only two loo's
Nothing, two loo's!
by Jemia
Having to ask
Everywhere i go
For a 'neutral' loo
Basically
One loo, or three
Will do
But number two's
If only two loo's
Nothing, two loo's!
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#transgender
#TruthOfLife
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DevilsChild
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 00:25am
3rd Apr 2025 00:25am
Blunt Force Pin
those other sites say
I can't fucking use profanity
how in the mother fuck
am I supposed to express
how I'm fucking feeling
when shit heads want to use restraints
this ain't BDSM
but I sure would like to write about it
tying up a slut
then fucking her in the butt
showering her off with piss in the end
is that too much?
I don't fucking know
but I want the freedom to say it
how old are we?
we ain't 8 years old
we're fucking grown ass adults
cursing brings me closer to God
now I have to watch my...
I can't fucking use profanity
how in the mother fuck
am I supposed to express
how I'm fucking feeling
when shit heads want to use restraints
this ain't BDSM
but I sure would like to write about it
tying up a slut
then fucking her in the butt
showering her off with piss in the end
is that too much?
I don't fucking know
but I want the freedom to say it
how old are we?
we ain't 8 years old
we're fucking grown ass adults
cursing brings me closer to God
now I have to watch my...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#TruthOfLife
201 reads
7 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
1st Apr 2025 3:16pm
1st Apr 2025 3:16pm
Raving, Not Drowning
Trying to pick myself up,
Having quaffed from a demons cup
Drowning in a puddle
Of quicksand
No sandcastles in the sky
No haven
From the ranting and raving ravens
Dark clouds
Whilst incandescent streaks
Of sunshine
Await
To break through the cracks
Proffering vague glimmers of false hope
As i slowly sink into the quagmire.....
by Jemia
Having quaffed from a demons cup
Drowning in a puddle
Of quicksand
No sandcastles in the sky
No haven
From the ranting and raving ravens
Dark clouds
Whilst incandescent streaks
Of sunshine
Await
To break through the cracks
Proffering vague glimmers of false hope
As i slowly sink into the quagmire.....
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #TruthOfLife
#LifeStruggles #TruthOfLife
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missjem56
Poem Published
31st Mar 2025 9:06pm
31st Mar 2025 9:06pm
The Town Decryer...
Picked up new specs No Speculation
Popped into a bar, or two
final destination plentiful
a platitude of postcards a'plenty
No signs of stalker Dark moon walker
I left postcards, poste haste
Aware of dangers i may face
But not watching, where i place my feet
Tripping over a curb, which did disturb
My lost equilibrium,now complete
As i fell upon my face, in disgrace
My new specs, literally then
Making an impression
By bruising, not cruising, my bridge
Pavement shrapnel
Imbedded into my hands
I felt...
Popped into a bar, or two
final destination plentiful
a platitude of postcards a'plenty
No signs of stalker Dark moon walker
I left postcards, poste haste
Aware of dangers i may face
But not watching, where i place my feet
Tripping over a curb, which did disturb
My lost equilibrium,now complete
As i fell upon my face, in disgrace
My new specs, literally then
Making an impression
By bruising, not cruising, my bridge
Pavement shrapnel
Imbedded into my hands
I felt...
#despair
#LifeAsAWriter
#transgender #TruthOfLife
#transgender #TruthOfLife
65 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
28th Mar 2025 1:18am
28th Mar 2025 1:18am
Scream Dream
Last night
My nightmare
Was about something true
Nothing left
To misconstrue
Reality
Within a dream
Is enough
To make me scream....
by Jemia
My nightmare
Was about something true
Nothing left
To misconstrue
Reality
Within a dream
Is enough
To make me scream....
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#nightmares #TruthOfLife
#nightmares #TruthOfLife
83 reads
0 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
10th Mar 2025 10:57pm
10th Mar 2025 10:57pm
Sat-ired
Whistfully
wishing
Upon
sweet
seductive
satire
Instead,
i
sat
ired
by Jemia
wishing
Upon
sweet
seductive
satire
Instead,
i
sat
ired
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
94 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 10:39pm
8th Mar 2025 10:39pm
A Toast To Time And Self Empowering
Just stopping through on a Saturday, the Sabath Day, in my culture, and I am fasting, due in part to Ramadan, and for all Christians who are celebrating, Lent, my spiritual incantation(s), to advice you, may peace, find, you as it cradles and keep you.
I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day and it is early March, wow...time is progressing. Spring is almost upon us can you believe kids will be heading to Spring Break, some parent(s) will be ushering their child/children to collage for the first time during the incoming Spring semester.
It makes me think back to...
I would like to wish everyone a consecrated day and it is early March, wow...time is progressing. Spring is almost upon us can you believe kids will be heading to Spring Break, some parent(s) will be ushering their child/children to collage for the first time during the incoming Spring semester.
It makes me think back to...
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
227 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:42am
7th Mar 2025 1:42am
Not A Day For A Daydream!
Back in time
Eye to eye contact
Was a pre-requisite
Of job interviews
I really, truly hated it
As i didn't want people
To see the sadness in my soul
Hidden behind my smiles of hope
It felt like an invasion of privacy
And fear
As once during
One of a myriad daydreams
My mind wandered
As i stared into
The oblique vagueries
Of my existence
And wandered the deserted plains of the ethereal
This was violently interrupted by
"What you fucking looking at!"
Just before being head butted for...
Eye to eye contact
Was a pre-requisite
Of job interviews
I really, truly hated it
As i didn't want people
To see the sadness in my soul
Hidden behind my smiles of hope
It felt like an invasion of privacy
And fear
As once during
One of a myriad daydreams
My mind wandered
As i stared into
The oblique vagueries
Of my existence
And wandered the deserted plains of the ethereal
This was violently interrupted by
"What you fucking looking at!"
Just before being head butted for...
#fear
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
#violence
90 reads
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 00:31am
6th Mar 2025 00:31am
IRONIC ISNT IT
Sometimes Irony and Murphy’s Law
lend to each other.
The blind man leads the deaf man,
they debate honest politics
one can’t see, the other can’t hear,
while they are nicely seated
at the corners of the round table,
which has no corners but still divides.
The preacher damns the sinners
between paid confessions and rented beds,
his sermon reeks of whiskey and perfume.
He calls it redemption; she calls it a Tuesday.
The poet bleeds words,
the painter stains canvas,
the whore does both, but she’s still...
lend to each other.
The blind man leads the deaf man,
they debate honest politics
one can’t see, the other can’t hear,
while they are nicely seated
at the corners of the round table,
which has no corners but still divides.
The preacher damns the sinners
between paid confessions and rented beds,
his sermon reeks of whiskey and perfume.
He calls it redemption; she calls it a Tuesday.
The poet bleeds words,
the painter stains canvas,
the whore does both, but she’s still...
#funny
#satirical
#TruthOfLife
131 reads
6 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 5:35pm
5th Mar 2025 5:35pm
The Soft Breeze To Your Kindred Intellect
You ventured inside my inner sanctuary unto the rise of the Sun
Where blind passion, whispered to your cognitive thinking, is now undone
To deny the falsehood of my lineage and the truth of my need
I am the prophetess of past, present when hearts, minds, written in fables embedded on sacred scrolls when whips made skin bleed
What good is knowledge in the temple of honesty when the division of tongues cuts its roots
Branches have ancient narratives twined in its beautiful mysteries, the history of its truth ...
Where blind passion, whispered to your cognitive thinking, is now undone
To deny the falsehood of my lineage and the truth of my need
I am the prophetess of past, present when hearts, minds, written in fables embedded on sacred scrolls when whips made skin bleed
What good is knowledge in the temple of honesty when the division of tongues cuts its roots
Branches have ancient narratives twined in its beautiful mysteries, the history of its truth ...
#moon
#philosophical
#sun
#TruthOfLife
#water
199 reads
3 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 11:59am
5th Mar 2025 11:59am
Lilith
seeming young her
eyes betray
a thousand years
she plays the role
ordained by heaven
and men
her one true desire
is the jasmine
scented night--
Lilith, Aphrodite,
Helen of Troy,
and Cleopatra--
identities she's used
in the endless
masquerade
knowing well
the sins of man
her lover only time
but the real pity--
she's never
played herself
living for the day
she can strike
the match
and kindle
the ancient pyre ...
eyes betray
a thousand years
she plays the role
ordained by heaven
and men
her one true desire
is the jasmine
scented night--
Lilith, Aphrodite,
Helen of Troy,
and Cleopatra--
identities she's used
in the endless
masquerade
knowing well
the sins of man
her lover only time
but the real pity--
she's never
played herself
living for the day
she can strike
the match
and kindle
the ancient pyre ...
#escape
#mythology
#TruthOfLife
75 reads
0 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
5th Mar 2025 00:47am
5th Mar 2025 00:47am
SHATTERED & UNNAMED
Who am I?
Not formed of parts,
but a fracture,
splintered by the weight of forgotten names,
the weight of nothing.
An assembly of fragments
swallowed by echoes,
sunk into the hollow of things never spoken.
TIME, split by fire, veins dripping with prophecy,
shivering in the hollow,
a forgotten scream,
shouting at empty rooms
(what have we become? WHAT?)
THE BODY, bent under the weight of hunger,
muscles wrapped in rust,
aching for truth
that is never here.
DESIRE, liquid and restless, ...
Not formed of parts,
but a fracture,
splintered by the weight of forgotten names,
the weight of nothing.
An assembly of fragments
swallowed by echoes,
sunk into the hollow of things never spoken.
TIME, split by fire, veins dripping with prophecy,
shivering in the hollow,
a forgotten scream,
shouting at empty rooms
(what have we become? WHAT?)
THE BODY, bent under the weight of hunger,
muscles wrapped in rust,
aching for truth
that is never here.
DESIRE, liquid and restless, ...
#narrative
#SelfReflection
#TruthOfLife
109 reads
3 Comments
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