Poems About Choices by Top Critiquers
#choices
Prejudge
Look at you prejudging, that's how you get your kicks
Thinking Lil Momma is less, because the skirt is short and the ass is thick
Look at her little posse by the dance floor shaking their ass
Acting all rowdy, drinks turnt up, you think they're low class
Getting all jealous, every time they walk by they show me some love
Kisses on the cheeks, hugs with some back rubs
"Why haven't you come by, we were looking forward to a visit"
You're steadily in my ear screaming, Shawty looks nice, who is it
Hahaha, I'm your fucking homie, I wouldn't...
Thinking Lil Momma is less, because the skirt is short and the ass is thick
Look at her little posse by the dance floor shaking their ass
Acting all rowdy, drinks turnt up, you think they're low class
Getting all jealous, every time they walk by they show me some love
Kisses on the cheeks, hugs with some back rubs
"Why haven't you come by, we were looking forward to a visit"
You're steadily in my ear screaming, Shawty looks nice, who is it
Hahaha, I'm your fucking homie, I wouldn't...
#friendship
#humankind
#choices
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devil's 2 step
would you walk willingly
right back into the devil's embrace
knowing intimately...what awaits
allow yourself to be held...again
locked in his acidic chains
feel the familiar slice
of dagger breath across your neck
still healing from the last tango
from which you barely escaped
would you...
could you let yourself be led
...eyes wide open...
into the darkest corner
of his deepest dungeon
because hell hides nothing
once you know...you will always know
& the curl of his jagged claws
as they sink...
right back into the devil's embrace
knowing intimately...what awaits
allow yourself to be held...again
locked in his acidic chains
feel the familiar slice
of dagger breath across your neck
still healing from the last tango
from which you barely escaped
would you...
could you let yourself be led
...eyes wide open...
into the darkest corner
of his deepest dungeon
because hell hides nothing
once you know...you will always know
& the curl of his jagged claws
as they sink...
#choices
#confessional
#secrets #TruthOfLife
#secrets #TruthOfLife
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Everything in Moderation
Living within your means is a different measure to each individual
Because excessive desires can lead down darker paths
If we want to experience peace and tranquility
Then we should practice control
If you try to keep up with the Joneses
You’ll find that this is nothing but a fleeting illusion
It’s as if material things won’t bring happiness
It rather creates an ending hunger
Always craving for more
In striving for moderation
I began to understand the definition between of want versus need
That from time to time I can indulge...
Because excessive desires can lead down darker paths
If we want to experience peace and tranquility
Then we should practice control
If you try to keep up with the Joneses
You’ll find that this is nothing but a fleeting illusion
It’s as if material things won’t bring happiness
It rather creates an ending hunger
Always craving for more
In striving for moderation
I began to understand the definition between of want versus need
That from time to time I can indulge...
#LifeGoals
#wisdom
#choices #NaPoWriMo2024
#choices #NaPoWriMo2024
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Monarch And Moth
The sun is the phoenix
and the monarch are created
with it's falling feathers
Those orange embers
cooling sporadic, black
Not much left inflamed
from the stern love
of that hot headed mother
Just a by the way, here's some
incidental butterflies
Moths are the chipped pieces
fragments of the moon
(Those holes in it's face
that form a grimace)
Astral concrete caterpillars
that confetti dull, down
until the night air
softens their edges
into frayed wings
Enough to feign flight ...
and the monarch are created
with it's falling feathers
Those orange embers
cooling sporadic, black
Not much left inflamed
from the stern love
of that hot headed mother
Just a by the way, here's some
incidental butterflies
Moths are the chipped pieces
fragments of the moon
(Those holes in it's face
that form a grimace)
Astral concrete caterpillars
that confetti dull, down
until the night air
softens their edges
into frayed wings
Enough to feign flight ...
#choices
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Off the Beaten Path (with Reading)
The well-trodden paths are beautiful, without flaws
And their trampled cover is smooth
There are no cobblestones, stones and sharp edges
There are signs from the words
The route is paved and it seems so boring
And every turn is predictable
And every step is already learned by passers-by
Everything is known there, in general
The peaks cannot be conquered in advance -
there are only plateaus
And all the rivers and seas are tamed
And the wind spreads at your feet quite calmly
Never...
And their trampled cover is smooth
There are no cobblestones, stones and sharp edges
There are signs from the words
The route is paved and it seems so boring
And every turn is predictable
And every step is already learned by passers-by
Everything is known there, in general
The peaks cannot be conquered in advance -
there are only plateaus
And all the rivers and seas are tamed
And the wind spreads at your feet quite calmly
Never...
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
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Hall Of Shame
Speaking in a false tongue of the devil's tempo. In plain view without conscience or a mold to make an idea from. Just the usual rigamarole, naked or dressed. Playing pattycake but the flavor has lost its taste. It's so obvious, the goal of fools, because... Their time has expired and BS does not make a hero. The leather is worn and the shoe fits by cannibalizing untruths, using one lie to add to another. Naked or dressed in sheep's wool from the bottomlands of their soul. Wandering the moors in deceit. Seeking what is not theirs. Stealing one's oxygen for a comment and a moment in the Hall...
#corruption
#identity
#choices #deception
#choices #deception
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recovery
recovery has bestowed
two gifts upon me
I neither experience
boredom or
loneliness
no approval can build
me
no disdain can break
me
I am my own best
friend
my own best
company
far too many people
running desperately
in circles
like gerbils on a
flaming wheel
like a gun turned
the wrong way
like a cure searching
for a disease
seeking an answer
that already
exist
but rejected for
it's...
two gifts upon me
I neither experience
boredom or
loneliness
no approval can build
me
no disdain can break
me
I am my own best
friend
my own best
company
far too many people
running desperately
in circles
like gerbils on a
flaming wheel
like a gun turned
the wrong way
like a cure searching
for a disease
seeking an answer
that already
exist
but rejected for
it's...
#choices
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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poem (or not) upon indecision
am I actually going to write this and not carry on reading the book I’ve been perusing all evening I’ve been wondering what the f#ck to do next ..
#choices
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The Dreaded Question
The Swedish man knew me as a dog lover
though I happily took over the job of feeding the stray kitties
gathered by his country house door every evening
But yeah,
dogs.
I loved my beagle, Brandy Joy
and Swedish man's Rottweiler, Daisy
and his friends' dogs
and my friends' dogs
and strangers' dogs
and dogs on TV
and the dog I met once
who had a perfect German shepherd head
on a corgi body.
The only dog I can think of,
that I couldn't quite bring myself to love,
was a friend's...
though I happily took over the job of feeding the stray kitties
gathered by his country house door every evening
But yeah,
dogs.
I loved my beagle, Brandy Joy
and Swedish man's Rottweiler, Daisy
and his friends' dogs
and my friends' dogs
and strangers' dogs
and dogs on TV
and the dog I met once
who had a perfect German shepherd head
on a corgi body.
The only dog I can think of,
that I couldn't quite bring myself to love,
was a friend's...
#animals
#anxiety
#choices
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Cloaking Him In The Footsteps Of My Softness
MANHATTAN UPPER EAST SIDE
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
Artesia was still pissed Tristano did not leave her wallet at the front desk; on the other hand, the excitement of seeing him again thrilled her. She looked over at the door attendant, who was all too happy to accompany her on the elevator.
The elevator crested, the doors opened.
The door attendant looked Artesia’s physique up and down.
“Do you need me to escort you to Mr. Giordano’s door?”
“No thank you.”
Artesia stepped off...
740 Park Avenue
Manhattan, New York
Tristano’s Penthouse
Artesia was still pissed Tristano did not leave her wallet at the front desk; on the other hand, the excitement of seeing him again thrilled her. She looked over at the door attendant, who was all too happy to accompany her on the elevator.
The elevator crested, the doors opened.
The door attendant looked Artesia’s physique up and down.
“Do you need me to escort you to Mr. Giordano’s door?”
“No thank you.”
Artesia stepped off...
#lust
#lover
#UnrequitedLove #choices
#UnrequitedLove #choices
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Love
Love
Love is a vulture
that scavenges on the carcasses
of dead dreams
only to awaken
with a belly full of optimism.
Love is a vulture
that scavenges on the carcasses
of dead dreams
only to awaken
with a belly full of optimism.
#love
#relationships
#dreams #choices
#dreams #choices
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dreams
people
i want
to
be with.
places
i want
to
go to.
things
i want
to do.
i want
to
be with.
places
i want
to
go to.
things
i want
to do.
#choices
#courage
#dreams
#hope
#strength
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DU Poetry : Poems About Choices by Top Critiquers