Least Read Poems About Birth
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oskar
Poem Published
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
24th Aug 2024 8:08pm
Vale Paradiso
Vale Paradiso
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
#aging
#birth
#dating
#death
#fatherhood
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oldmanG
Poem Published
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
22nd Oct 2024 1:39pm
Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
19th Nov 2024 00:27am
What do you think
WE are still going through the same situations now, that has been created by us and the government, by the form of pure separation, as if enough is not enough to continue. TO stand and tolerate the deepness of our the hurt and pain, that seems to be able to keep us occupied with the nonsense. Along with drama and destruction of massive form of real separation. 🤨Against you and me as a family, for the togetherness of real value of ourselves. FROM the past few years. When we had the family, structure of rebuilding our lives. For how many of us remember, what it was like when we stood...
#birth
#childhood
#fatherhood
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Aug 2024 12:33pm
27th Aug 2024 12:33pm
corruption
Corruption
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
#aging
#birth
#childhood
#dating
#LifeCycle
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cabcool
Poem Published
4th Oct 2024 11:08pm
4th Oct 2024 11:08pm
October Poems 2024 >> the golden earth
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
#birth
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
12th Nov 2024 10:45am
12th Nov 2024 10:45am
No Remorse
After a late night of partying
This one girl brings another girl and a guy back to her apartment
The girl wants to be kinky & have sex in her baby's crib
The girl forgot to have a babysitter watch the child when she went out
Their all high on meth
The ignorance & stupidity of this entire ordeal was that the 6 month old baby was still in the crib
The next morning the baby was dead
Apparently the baby was smothered to death
They all served time
The mother though was sentenced to life in prison
She had no remorse
She told family...
This one girl brings another girl and a guy back to her apartment
The girl wants to be kinky & have sex in her baby's crib
The girl forgot to have a babysitter watch the child when she went out
Their all high on meth
The ignorance & stupidity of this entire ordeal was that the 6 month old baby was still in the crib
The next morning the baby was dead
Apparently the baby was smothered to death
They all served time
The mother though was sentenced to life in prison
She had no remorse
She told family...
#birth
#drugs
#ignorance
#risk
#sex
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