Poems about Choices and Decisions
#choices
Poems about choices and decisions, poetry about making important life decisions, and evaluating different options. In a world of possibilities, it can be overwhelming when presented with different choices; decisions which may affect our lives and the lives of others.
A Quilt Of Quotes
A blanket of time, A comforter of learning echos, A bedspread that holds together your words of recite. This bed where you sleep & snore...Sweet dreams vs. nightmare screams. This bed for intimacy of two, that never exposes it's secret trust and the physical touch of love with hints of passions played. The book jacket of this bed is a warm, personal quilt of quotes. Words of a lifetime...sewn squares past history...together that enshords someone's meaning and thoughts of life. ...
#identity
#confessional
#memories
#myself
#choices
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when you think about it
the only real
danger in living life...
is not
danger in living life...
is not
#choices
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Some people
Some people are so poor all they have is money.
Some people see all the doors and still they choose the wrong one.
It’s tragic, not funny.
This world is like a time bomb.
Some people deserve to live,
Whilst others are not worth the air.
Some people have nothing more to give.
Some people live in despair.
Some people want to be free,
Whilst other people want to keep them trapped.
Some people will never do right,
Because the money they make is all they have.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Some people see all the doors and still they choose the wrong one.
It’s tragic, not funny.
This world is like a time bomb.
Some people deserve to live,
Whilst others are not worth the air.
Some people have nothing more to give.
Some people live in despair.
Some people want to be free,
Whilst other people want to keep them trapped.
Some people will never do right,
Because the money they make is all they have.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
#money
#humankind
#freedom
#despair
#choices
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Unfortunately,I Don't Have A Title!
I find that my smelly breath keeps my friends away.
That's great.
I can finally be left alone 2 write.
He thought.
©Wired6. 18/1/2023.
That's great.
I can finally be left alone 2 write.
He thought.
©Wired6. 18/1/2023.
#choices
#bittersweet
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Beat Me To Stay
Get mad at me
I like it when you get physical
He says "I don't want to hurt you"
That's so fucking typical
I want you to
And that's all that matters
I want you to throw me around
Until I want to scream and scatter
Go ahead, give me a good hit
Right across my face
Show me where I belong
Put me in my place
I know you're angry
I know you're fed up with my shit
So, get it all out,
Just beat me till I split
Keep going baby
It feels so amazing
You hear me moaning from every lash
Yeah, you know I'm...
I like it when you get physical
He says "I don't want to hurt you"
That's so fucking typical
I want you to
And that's all that matters
I want you to throw me around
Until I want to scream and scatter
Go ahead, give me a good hit
Right across my face
Show me where I belong
Put me in my place
I know you're angry
I know you're fed up with my shit
So, get it all out,
Just beat me till I split
Keep going baby
It feels so amazing
You hear me moaning from every lash
Yeah, you know I'm...
#dark
#mirror
#frustration
#choices
#bittersweet
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Begin with the End in Mind
Begin with the end in mind
That’s what I read before and Lord knows I tried
But it’s tough to leave old things behind
You can change a habit for a minute then you find yourself doing a backslide
It’s a lesson I’ve learned
Year after year and time after time
I’ve been dumb and then done got burned
Till the wounds left more scars than I care to try to explain in bars or rhymes
Change can be a little scary
When trying new things or going into the unknown
Because doing the old ways will only get hairy
With each boo-boo you’re in...
That’s what I read before and Lord knows I tried
But it’s tough to leave old things behind
You can change a habit for a minute then you find yourself doing a backslide
It’s a lesson I’ve learned
Year after year and time after time
I’ve been dumb and then done got burned
Till the wounds left more scars than I care to try to explain in bars or rhymes
Change can be a little scary
When trying new things or going into the unknown
Because doing the old ways will only get hairy
With each boo-boo you’re in...
#hope
#motivational
#choices
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In returning to now i found....
akwardly projections float in the third dimension
alert to all your footsteps, Hansel Gretel pebbled Paths of prolific pioneering
awash in new terrain experiencing so deep and full of purposed intent
once you make it back our convergence will shatter Bleak nebulas
creating fenstras
your homecoming may appear queer as you know not this place
costing face and chasms relentless blew the fucking doors off this Adytum
reason serrated core light with revamped familiarities,
picking packing for future progressions
Blasting off
...
alert to all your footsteps, Hansel Gretel pebbled Paths of prolific pioneering
awash in new terrain experiencing so deep and full of purposed intent
once you make it back our convergence will shatter Bleak nebulas
creating fenstras
your homecoming may appear queer as you know not this place
costing face and chasms relentless blew the fucking doors off this Adytum
reason serrated core light with revamped familiarities,
picking packing for future progressions
Blasting off
...
#anxiety
#inspirational
#WritingPoetry
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
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Hard Falling Rain
All my addictions
Wrapped up inside my brain
You want to take a run at this disaster
You'll only have yourself to blame
The door it's locked
The windows wide open
That closet it's full of pain
Take it to heart
Run for your life
It's a hard falling rain
Where these figments take me
Far, far away
All my dreams can be your nightmares
No different they are all the same
Come on! Won't your drown with me
Inside this bottle of shame
You and I will be...
Wrapped up inside my brain
You want to take a run at this disaster
You'll only have yourself to blame
The door it's locked
The windows wide open
That closet it's full of pain
Take it to heart
Run for your life
It's a hard falling rain
Where these figments take me
Far, far away
All my dreams can be your nightmares
No different they are all the same
Come on! Won't your drown with me
Inside this bottle of shame
You and I will be...
#shame
#addiction
#humankind #choices
#humankind #choices
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Silver
It wasn’t that long ago that she closed the door,
But not all the way.
Silver light shining in a horizontal line
Against her heart.
Just enough space
To let the real her
In.
On days where she needs to remember
The dreams that once anchored her.
Just enough space
To forget about the impossibility.
The inability to be the girl who wasn’t
Anxious. Doubtful.
Too afraid to get too close to the
Edge.
Running, youthful faced with an open soul
Into the future.
I, once was her.
What’s left? After years...
But not all the way.
Silver light shining in a horizontal line
Against her heart.
Just enough space
To let the real her
In.
On days where she needs to remember
The dreams that once anchored her.
Just enough space
To forget about the impossibility.
The inability to be the girl who wasn’t
Anxious. Doubtful.
Too afraid to get too close to the
Edge.
Running, youthful faced with an open soul
Into the future.
I, once was her.
What’s left? After years...
#confessional
#SelfReflection
#choices
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A Path less walked
Each step is a choice,
A moment comprised, a composition.
A beginning, a middle and somehow, always waiting,
The transition of change.
An end but not an end.
A layered continence to being,
Never entirely knowing,
Never entirely certain,
Always ready to be humbled by the course of one's direction.
Yet, each step is still a choice.
Always better for the making.
Wherever a well discerning foot is placed.
A moment comprised, a composition.
A beginning, a middle and somehow, always waiting,
The transition of change.
An end but not an end.
A layered continence to being,
Never entirely knowing,
Never entirely certain,
Always ready to be humbled by the course of one's direction.
Yet, each step is still a choice.
Always better for the making.
Wherever a well discerning foot is placed.
#nature
#travel
#SelfReflection #choices
#SelfReflection #choices
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Demon
You bitch, I trusted you
Even though you built our feud
You never told the truth
You fought the wrong side, bone and tooth
We shared our true thoughts
You turned my heart in knots
I agreed with every word you said
But I didn't know your mind was lead
I followed all your hope and dreams
I believed in all your skinny jeans
I know that you didn't believe it
But you really turned it all to shit
You lied to her, you lied to us
But we never took time to make a fuss
Your beliefs are wrong, you are insane
And...
Even though you built our feud
You never told the truth
You fought the wrong side, bone and tooth
We shared our true thoughts
You turned my heart in knots
I agreed with every word you said
But I didn't know your mind was lead
I followed all your hope and dreams
I believed in all your skinny jeans
I know that you didn't believe it
But you really turned it all to shit
You lied to her, you lied to us
But we never took time to make a fuss
Your beliefs are wrong, you are insane
And...
#lies
#betrayal
#choices #deception
#choices #deception
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Who Does Bush Belong 2?
Why can't a woman be hairy down below?
You know-- flourishing,like the Amazonian jungle,down below.
There's clearly a physiological reason why there's hair down- below.
Can't we hang onto our bush- you know,reclaim our Amazonian bush,down- below. And enjoy the breeze blowing through our hair- down-below.
Pleeeeeze. Pretty pleeeze.
I'm sure,there are many women/girls,who've thrown out their razors,and no longer groom- you know- down-below.
But,as usual,it appears 2 be some guys who insist women cut their bush off....
You know-- flourishing,like the Amazonian jungle,down below.
There's clearly a physiological reason why there's hair down- below.
Can't we hang onto our bush- you know,reclaim our Amazonian bush,down- below. And enjoy the breeze blowing through our hair- down-below.
Pleeeeeze. Pretty pleeeze.
I'm sure,there are many women/girls,who've thrown out their razors,and no longer groom- you know- down-below.
But,as usual,it appears 2 be some guys who insist women cut their bush off....
#identity
#acceptance
#choices
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