Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems
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confessional published by members recently online poems.
A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
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A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
294 reads
3 Comments
A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
294 reads
3 Comments
A Lark
on the centenary of Philip Larkin's birth,
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
August 9th, 1922
Cannot scan as well, of course.
The dude in glasses better than that,
as always as in other things,
would note that even this is poor.
But when you've both let down your share
of boys and girls and other meats,
and been a bastard of a gent,
you feel as if you know a chap.
And even if my poem's crap,
the store unkept and left bereft
of Whitsun's wedding bells,
deceptions leave a window cleft.
And in that window age looks out, ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry #historical
#WritingPoetry #historical
294 reads
3 Comments
I Cry Out
I cry out alone in the darkness of the night. And my voice smashes against the cosmos. And the silence of the universe,invades my ears loudly. Speaking the logos, stars are bursting inside me. Planets are birth inside of me. Speaking new existence,new discoveries , new being. Life is whispering galaxies into my ears. I have returned transformed. Oh how harshly beautiful life is. I cry out into life, shaking it to it's core. And I speak unto it breathe with me not against me. Cover me with warmth. I have felt and climb your coldest ice caps. Life you have me made me, a campfire, and myself...
#acceptance
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
83 reads
5 Comments
I Cry Out
I cry out alone in the darkness of the night. And my voice smashes against the cosmos. And the silence of the universe,invades my ears loudly. Speaking the logos, stars are bursting inside me. Planets are birth inside of me. Speaking new existence,new discoveries , new being. Life is whispering galaxies into my ears. I have returned transformed. Oh how harshly beautiful life is. I cry out into life, shaking it to it's core. And I speak unto it breathe with me not against me. Cover me with warmth. I have felt and climb your coldest ice caps. Life you have me made me, a campfire, and myself...
#acceptance
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
83 reads
5 Comments
I Cry Out
I cry out alone in the darkness of the night. And my voice smashes against the cosmos. And the silence of the universe,invades my ears loudly. Speaking the logos, stars are bursting inside me. Planets are birth inside of me. Speaking new existence,new discoveries , new being. Life is whispering galaxies into my ears. I have returned transformed. Oh how harshly beautiful life is. I cry out into life, shaking it to it's core. And I speak unto it breathe with me not against me. Cover me with warmth. I have felt and climb your coldest ice caps. Life you have me made me, a campfire, and myself...
#acceptance
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
83 reads
5 Comments
I Cry Out
I cry out alone in the darkness of the night. And my voice smashes against the cosmos. And the silence of the universe,invades my ears loudly. Speaking the logos, stars are bursting inside me. Planets are birth inside of me. Speaking new existence,new discoveries , new being. Life is whispering galaxies into my ears. I have returned transformed. Oh how harshly beautiful life is. I cry out into life, shaking it to it's core. And I speak unto it breathe with me not against me. Cover me with warmth. I have felt and climb your coldest ice caps. Life you have me made me, a campfire, and myself...
#acceptance
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
83 reads
5 Comments
I Cry Out
I cry out alone in the darkness of the night. And my voice smashes against the cosmos. And the silence of the universe,invades my ears loudly. Speaking the logos, stars are bursting inside me. Planets are birth inside of me. Speaking new existence,new discoveries , new being. Life is whispering galaxies into my ears. I have returned transformed. Oh how harshly beautiful life is. I cry out into life, shaking it to it's core. And I speak unto it breathe with me not against me. Cover me with warmth. I have felt and climb your coldest ice caps. Life you have me made me, a campfire, and myself...
#acceptance
#confessional
#MyInspiration
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
83 reads
5 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
80 reads
2 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
80 reads
2 Comments
Just Please Do Not Scream
You okay?
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
Please believe me when I
say that getting you drunk and naked
was not my idea. It was my best friend who
also was filming me stripping down
and humping you. Just please
do not scream.
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sensual
80 reads
2 Comments
DU Poetry : Confessional Published by Members Recently Online Poems