MalcolmG
Poem Published
28th Nov 2024 2:06pm
28th Nov 2024 2:06pm
Lantern and Flame
From pulpits built on brittle lies,
their words crumble like ash,
filling the skies with emptiness.
The sacred chains that once held the meek
shatter beneath the roar of voices.
A fire smolders in mortal hearts,
its embers feeding where fear once ruled.
No idols rise, no gods remain;
the soul ascends,
carving its truth from the void.
Earth takes back its kin,
unashamed of desire, unafraid of sin.
A lantern sways in the darkness,
its flame trembling,
revealing what prophets hid.
No pearled...
their words crumble like ash,
filling the skies with emptiness.
The sacred chains that once held the meek
shatter beneath the roar of voices.
A fire smolders in mortal hearts,
its embers feeding where fear once ruled.
No idols rise, no gods remain;
the soul ascends,
carving its truth from the void.
Earth takes back its kin,
unashamed of desire, unafraid of sin.
A lantern sways in the darkness,
its flame trembling,
revealing what prophets hid.
No pearled...
#confessional
#faith
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DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
11th Jan 2025 1:43pm
11th Jan 2025 1:43pm
Only At The Surface
It never really stops does it?
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
This need to be seen
to be cherished in some way
But in these fickle times
in considerations sporadic
we really don't get to the meat
of what we're all about
The surface rarely tells the story
fears and expectation
clouding this process
And if no one asks any questions
how to we get beneath this
to the good, messy parts?
Our tears and laughter
can both be a gateway,
sometimes vulnerability
can enhance sensitivity
In the end,
do you really want...
#confessional
#dating
#relationships
118 reads
2 Comments
Samnash
Sam Nash
Sam Nash
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
25th Nov 2024 6:35pm
Mouse in my attic
I have a mouse living in my attic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
She crawled all night making static
Got someone who is a mice terminatic
He said “you have two lovers living in your attic”
Now that is definitely very problematic
Although he didn’t sound very dramatic
I also don’t want to be melodramatic
But they shouldn’t be living in my attic
“They should die” and I wasn’t very diplomatic
I’m also a guy who is not very romantic
No one should be living in my attic
Not love, nor anyone who is the least sympathetic
#confessional
#dark
#romantic #TruthOfLife
#romantic #TruthOfLife
176 reads
22 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 00:21am
18th Dec 2024 00:21am
Miss me?
Miss me?
I miss myself too
I miss myself too
#confessional
#heartbroken
#IMissYou
75 reads
4 Comments
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
8th Feb 2025 11:29pm
8th Feb 2025 11:29pm
If you’re a word, I’m a word
It’s illogical, but why do I still
feel such suspicion when people
tell me they love me
as if I can’t believe they’d place
someone else over the wreckage
of themselves
your bones entered, washing black salt
from wounded questions, stitching
new answers on old cotton tongues
and I realise now, love
was never enough to make me
want to stay, but it licked
cold bile from my lips
enough for me to say, boy
you’re my glass, and I long
to drink until it stops hurting
...
feel such suspicion when people
tell me they love me
as if I can’t believe they’d place
someone else over the wreckage
of themselves
your bones entered, washing black salt
from wounded questions, stitching
new answers on old cotton tongues
and I realise now, love
was never enough to make me
want to stay, but it licked
cold bile from my lips
enough for me to say, boy
you’re my glass, and I long
to drink until it stops hurting
...
#confessional
104 reads
3 Comments
smackdownraven
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 10:09pm
30th Aug 2024 10:09pm
earth
wilting in the dryness of dread
a cruel world with everyone smiling
I always wonder are they lying
they have no sorrow
or are they actors on a stage
how did I get left out
I didn't get the script
I'm just getting through life
missing the secret cues
that say smile now
cry here this is an acceptable time
cut the grief you should be done
oh forget it you should be happy
ignore the foreboding feeling in your gut
when kids aren't safe today
cause our women are targets
because our beautiful earth...
a cruel world with everyone smiling
I always wonder are they lying
they have no sorrow
or are they actors on a stage
how did I get left out
I didn't get the script
I'm just getting through life
missing the secret cues
that say smile now
cry here this is an acceptable time
cut the grief you should be done
oh forget it you should be happy
ignore the foreboding feeling in your gut
when kids aren't safe today
cause our women are targets
because our beautiful earth...
#confessional
#tragedy
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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
6th Aug 2022 11:06am
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
356 reads
3 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
14th Dec 2024 4:18pm
Never Give Up Life
I will never give up this new year!
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
I will veer away from a dreadful society
and trek into the wilderness
for the sake of my self preservation.
What sins and decay society is now!
Embrace the peace of nonjudgmental eyes,
or nonexistent eyes in the wilds.
I don’t care how alone I am I want solitude.
I once wrote the forest has eyes and tongues.
This refers to his the psychosis will follow me.
I accept this, however, no one will witness me
responding to these voices out loud!
I’m 37 now and I am exhausted and...
#confessional
#LifeChangingMoment
#MentalHealth
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
72 reads
1 Comment
prometheus5290
Poem Published
21st May 2021 4:20am
21st May 2021 4:20am
I Belong Here
Heaven said "Hell NO,"
then Hell said "not yet,"
so I said "this is who I am,
Earth,
this is who you get."
then Hell said "not yet,"
so I said "this is who I am,
Earth,
this is who you get."
#identity
#confessional
409 reads
5 Comments
faithmairee
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 12:38pm
23rd Apr 2024 12:38pm
The Lady Blue (About The Baby)
Life isn't always so easy in the Big Easy. You'll see what I mean. Not too long after Gary and I tied the knot, I turned up pregnant. That was the good part but then the dreams began. My baby was going to be a beautiful blessing in our lives when born. However, I was having dreams I couldn't shake off of something bad happening to the child. I just didn't understand why they were happening.
It's true that not all of my dreams come true. That is a good thing. The problem with it is I never know one way or the other. It's just the way it goes for me.
I have...
It's true that not all of my dreams come true. That is a good thing. The problem with it is I never know one way or the other. It's just the way it goes for me.
I have...
#breakup
#confessional
#conflict
159 reads
3 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 2:41am
23rd Dec 2024 2:41am
Result Of Last Night's Party
#alcohol
#confessional
#dialogue
#fiction
#sex
135 reads
2 Comments
darkcloud68
Poem Published
7th Jun 2024 7:32am
7th Jun 2024 7:32am
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
217 reads
6 Comments
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