Truth Of Life Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#TruthOfLife
truth of life published by members recently online poems.
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 4:30am
29th Nov 2024 4:30am
Submission.
Well, it’s finally happened.
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
#acceptance
#honesty
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
101 reads
4 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 4:30am
29th Nov 2024 4:30am
Submission.
Well, it’s finally happened.
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
#acceptance
#honesty
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
101 reads
4 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 4:30am
29th Nov 2024 4:30am
Submission.
Well, it’s finally happened.
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
I’m officially Life’s bitch.
Its plan to dig its claws into me,
went without a hitch.
Its firm grasp only tightening,
and
won’t let me go,
like a blood binding contract.
it took ownership of my tattered soul.
Why not someone else?
I have literally nothing to offer.
I try to do good, keep my head down,
living a mundane life,
so why bother?
I’ve felt the heaviness on my soul
from such a tender age..
how foolish of me to think I’d leave this lifetime ...
#acceptance
#honesty
#sadness
#TruthOfLife
#wisdom
101 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
A Chance For A Poet’s Song
How would I have the upper hand
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
143 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
A Chance For A Poet’s Song
How would I have the upper hand
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
143 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
A Chance For A Poet’s Song
How would I have the upper hand
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
143 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
A Chance For A Poet’s Song
How would I have the upper hand
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
143 reads
4 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
1st Mar 2024 4:12pm
A Chance For A Poet’s Song
How would I have the upper hand
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
as all around in chaos got drowned
How would I stick to a single stand
when upheavals the soul do confound.
My words whiling away an abiding journey
digging for the nectar of beauty many a well
long striving to my turmoil hide and bury
keep chill and in my secluded shell dwell.
Would my ink change shade and scent
from dark black to the colour of blood
from the aroma of amber to an anger to vent
and pour heavy pain out of my chest flood.
So hard I tried to forge my very shield
preventing the...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#WritingPoetry
#PowerOfWords
143 reads
4 Comments
a_methyste
hlightdroid
hlightdroid
Poem Published
4th Jun 2024 00:55am
4th Jun 2024 00:55am
Unrealities
Welcome to the world of unrealities
Here everyone is right
And nobody is righteous at all
How will we co-live with ourselves?
I was there once
The big accident called earth.
Here everyone is right
And nobody is righteous at all
How will we co-live with ourselves?
I was there once
The big accident called earth.
#TruthOfLife
59 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 3:52pm
6th Dec 2024 3:52pm
Ultimately Nullified
All is ruination supreme
and life a bitter joke
in desolation nightmare scream
on universal folk...
as if in horror cinema
whose cast must suffer stunts
where matter force in minima
means bearing real brunts.
Thus for sure reality sucks;
a clock just winding down
away from youth and thrilling fucks
like verbs reduced to noun.
And so to death we modify,
even during Yule,
regifting fodder when we die;
with ourselves as gruel.
and life a bitter joke
in desolation nightmare scream
on universal folk...
as if in horror cinema
whose cast must suffer stunts
where matter force in minima
means bearing real brunts.
Thus for sure reality sucks;
a clock just winding down
away from youth and thrilling fucks
like verbs reduced to noun.
And so to death we modify,
even during Yule,
regifting fodder when we die;
with ourselves as gruel.
#TruthOfLife
#universe
113 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 3:52pm
6th Dec 2024 3:52pm
Ultimately Nullified
All is ruination supreme
and life a bitter joke
in desolation nightmare scream
on universal folk...
as if in horror cinema
whose cast must suffer stunts
where matter force in minima
means bearing real brunts.
Thus for sure reality sucks;
a clock just winding down
away from youth and thrilling fucks
like verbs reduced to noun.
And so to death we modify,
even during Yule,
regifting fodder when we die;
with ourselves as gruel.
and life a bitter joke
in desolation nightmare scream
on universal folk...
as if in horror cinema
whose cast must suffer stunts
where matter force in minima
means bearing real brunts.
Thus for sure reality sucks;
a clock just winding down
away from youth and thrilling fucks
like verbs reduced to noun.
And so to death we modify,
even during Yule,
regifting fodder when we die;
with ourselves as gruel.
#TruthOfLife
#universe
113 reads
10 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
5th Aug 2024 11:57am
5th Aug 2024 11:57am
Mud
What then, is the epilogue
for this life of ink and blood
That whether it be the dust returned
to earth or ashes born of fire, mix either
with blood or ink and you still
just have mud
for this life of ink and blood
That whether it be the dust returned
to earth or ashes born of fire, mix either
with blood or ink and you still
just have mud
#memorial
#TruthOfLife
21 reads
11 Comments
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