Truth Of Life Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#TruthOfLife
truth of life published by members recently online poems.
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:13pm
Yesterday 1:13pm
Aware of Order
Subsidize the residual
Deliver yourself
A momentary individual.
Lap the wounds
Wrapped around a controlling world
Bringing out the worst.
Follow along
The lapsing equilibrium
A notorious cause for pause.
Mind boggle
The lie of life
To be one's own self.
Cherished ideology
Premise of no apology
Just a broken system.
Like bones layed askew
In stand still silence
Following the same path.
Our own enemies
Time and time again
Down the perpetual spiral.
Deliver yourself
A momentary individual.
Lap the wounds
Wrapped around a controlling world
Bringing out the worst.
Follow along
The lapsing equilibrium
A notorious cause for pause.
Mind boggle
The lie of life
To be one's own self.
Cherished ideology
Premise of no apology
Just a broken system.
Like bones layed askew
In stand still silence
Following the same path.
Our own enemies
Time and time again
Down the perpetual spiral.
#LifeStruggles
#technology
#TruthOfLife
29 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:13pm
Yesterday 1:13pm
Aware of Order
Subsidize the residual
Deliver yourself
A momentary individual.
Lap the wounds
Wrapped around a controlling world
Bringing out the worst.
Follow along
The lapsing equilibrium
A notorious cause for pause.
Mind boggle
The lie of life
To be one's own self.
Cherished ideology
Premise of no apology
Just a broken system.
Like bones layed askew
In stand still silence
Following the same path.
Our own enemies
Time and time again
Down the perpetual spiral.
Deliver yourself
A momentary individual.
Lap the wounds
Wrapped around a controlling world
Bringing out the worst.
Follow along
The lapsing equilibrium
A notorious cause for pause.
Mind boggle
The lie of life
To be one's own self.
Cherished ideology
Premise of no apology
Just a broken system.
Like bones layed askew
In stand still silence
Following the same path.
Our own enemies
Time and time again
Down the perpetual spiral.
#LifeStruggles
#technology
#TruthOfLife
29 reads
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:13pm
Yesterday 1:13pm
Aware of Order
Subsidize the residual
Deliver yourself
A momentary individual.
Lap the wounds
Wrapped around a controlling world
Bringing out the worst.
Follow along
The lapsing equilibrium
A notorious cause for pause.
Mind boggle
The lie of life
To be one's own self.
Cherished ideology
Premise of no apology
Just a broken system.
Like bones layed askew
In stand still silence
Following the same path.
Our own enemies
Time and time again
Down the perpetual spiral.
Deliver yourself
A momentary individual.
Lap the wounds
Wrapped around a controlling world
Bringing out the worst.
Follow along
The lapsing equilibrium
A notorious cause for pause.
Mind boggle
The lie of life
To be one's own self.
Cherished ideology
Premise of no apology
Just a broken system.
Like bones layed askew
In stand still silence
Following the same path.
Our own enemies
Time and time again
Down the perpetual spiral.
#LifeStruggles
#technology
#TruthOfLife
29 reads
Kementic1
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
FAITH
FAITH
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
#faith
#philosophical
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
286 reads
3 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
FAITH
FAITH
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
#faith
#philosophical
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
286 reads
3 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
FAITH
FAITH
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
#faith
#philosophical
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
286 reads
3 Comments
Kementic1
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
30th Apr 2024 10:16pm
FAITH
FAITH
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
IS:
an ability to believe in things yet to be seen
the gift of imagining what is possible
and the fortitude to overlook the improbable
the cornerstone of the human spirit
and the eternal flame of our souls
#faith
#philosophical
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
#spiritual #TruthOfLife
286 reads
3 Comments
Her
Poem Published
13th Jul 2024 11:11am
13th Jul 2024 11:11am
If I Were a Man for a Day
First thing I’d do, without hesitation
I’m peeing standing up
The rest I’m doing in no particular order…
I’m putting the toilet seat down when I’m done
A lady might come along after me
Their bladders can be weaker
When they’re in a hurry, they sometimes don’t look
It’s not so nice a feeling sitting on thin, cold porcelain
And not only am I going to be courteous enough to make sure her bottom is comfy when she’s on the throne
I’m going to flush when I’m finished
No presents left behind for her to find
She may want to know me...
I’m peeing standing up
The rest I’m doing in no particular order…
I’m putting the toilet seat down when I’m done
A lady might come along after me
Their bladders can be weaker
When they’re in a hurry, they sometimes don’t look
It’s not so nice a feeling sitting on thin, cold porcelain
And not only am I going to be courteous enough to make sure her bottom is comfy when she’s on the throne
I’m going to flush when I’m finished
No presents left behind for her to find
She may want to know me...
#TruthOfLife
234 reads
17 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 9:08pm
4th Jul 2024 9:08pm
Willed from Bed
History makes it all sound so tidy with,
' Shakespeare's will writ four weeks before he's dead,'
where their first, best-bed, used, goes to Judith
and Anne gets their brand-new, second, best-bed...
I'm having a laugh, of course, it's dread stuff,
I'm just gonna will mine on this hospice,
before they get picky and take the huff
at my junk and think I'm taking the piss...
My will's a paltry thing, just a gesture,
from my mouth to clean up all my loose ends,
I've spent a life cleaning up so for sure
I know what goes...
' Shakespeare's will writ four weeks before he's dead,'
where their first, best-bed, used, goes to Judith
and Anne gets their brand-new, second, best-bed...
I'm having a laugh, of course, it's dread stuff,
I'm just gonna will mine on this hospice,
before they get picky and take the huff
at my junk and think I'm taking the piss...
My will's a paltry thing, just a gesture,
from my mouth to clean up all my loose ends,
I've spent a life cleaning up so for sure
I know what goes...
#sonnet
#TruthOfLife
89 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
4th Jul 2024 9:08pm
4th Jul 2024 9:08pm
Willed from Bed
History makes it all sound so tidy with,
' Shakespeare's will writ four weeks before he's dead,'
where their first, best-bed, used, goes to Judith
and Anne gets their brand-new, second, best-bed...
I'm having a laugh, of course, it's dread stuff,
I'm just gonna will mine on this hospice,
before they get picky and take the huff
at my junk and think I'm taking the piss...
My will's a paltry thing, just a gesture,
from my mouth to clean up all my loose ends,
I've spent a life cleaning up so for sure
I know what goes...
' Shakespeare's will writ four weeks before he's dead,'
where their first, best-bed, used, goes to Judith
and Anne gets their brand-new, second, best-bed...
I'm having a laugh, of course, it's dread stuff,
I'm just gonna will mine on this hospice,
before they get picky and take the huff
at my junk and think I'm taking the piss...
My will's a paltry thing, just a gesture,
from my mouth to clean up all my loose ends,
I've spent a life cleaning up so for sure
I know what goes...
#sonnet
#TruthOfLife
89 reads
2 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 3:33pm
7th Jun 2024 3:33pm
Until Axe Falls
In my poetic abbey's mind beneath the moon's
ambidextrous and the bosoms of Neanderthals
and the renaissance of transgendered madmen
watching the bouncing ball playing head games
until the axe falls circumcising their sheath's skin
born with a caul with a truss on their soul.
ambidextrous and the bosoms of Neanderthals
and the renaissance of transgendered madmen
watching the bouncing ball playing head games
until the axe falls circumcising their sheath's skin
born with a caul with a truss on their soul.
#greed
#hypocrisy
#lies
#morality
#TruthOfLife
133 reads
0 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 3:33pm
7th Jun 2024 3:33pm
Until Axe Falls
In my poetic abbey's mind beneath the moon's
ambidextrous and the bosoms of Neanderthals
and the renaissance of transgendered madmen
watching the bouncing ball playing head games
until the axe falls circumcising their sheath's skin
born with a caul with a truss on their soul.
ambidextrous and the bosoms of Neanderthals
and the renaissance of transgendered madmen
watching the bouncing ball playing head games
until the axe falls circumcising their sheath's skin
born with a caul with a truss on their soul.
#greed
#hypocrisy
#lies
#morality
#TruthOfLife
133 reads
0 Comments
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