Tallquietguy
Poem Published
Today 11:50pm
Today 11:50pm
Shed a Tear
Shed a tear for the inner child
Who died giving birth to the man
Shed a tear for forgotten dreams
That withered as time moved on
Shed a tear for family and friends
Alive now only in memories,
Existing in faded pictures
On a fragile, crumbling page
Shed a tear for an empty heart
That feels nothing but wasted life
Biding its time in sadness,
Waiting for its turn to die
Collect the tears in a paper cup
And pour them on the ground
May roses spring from the bitter drops
May new beauty soon...
Who died giving birth to the man
Shed a tear for forgotten dreams
That withered as time moved on
Shed a tear for family and friends
Alive now only in memories,
Existing in faded pictures
On a fragile, crumbling page
Shed a tear for an empty heart
That feels nothing but wasted life
Biding its time in sadness,
Waiting for its turn to die
Collect the tears in a paper cup
And pour them on the ground
May roses spring from the bitter drops
May new beauty soon...
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging #nostalgia
#aging #nostalgia
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Seed
Poem Published
Today 6:07pm
Today 6:07pm
In the Interest of Sin
It is not for man to direct his own steps." - Jeremiah 10:23
"There's a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to destruction." - Proverbs 16:25
You know, if the devil would tell us what we're really in for, nobody would ever be tempted.
But he makes it interesting and inviting and fun and exciting, as though we'll be exempted.
And before we realize that it is a trap, the hook is in our mouth or the jaws are clamped voraciously upon our leg.
Because the demons never drag us into hell kicking and screaming, so we'll never have to beg. ...
"There's a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to destruction." - Proverbs 16:25
You know, if the devil would tell us what we're really in for, nobody would ever be tempted.
But he makes it interesting and inviting and fun and exciting, as though we'll be exempted.
And before we realize that it is a trap, the hook is in our mouth or the jaws are clamped voraciously upon our leg.
Because the demons never drag us into hell kicking and screaming, so we'll never have to beg. ...
#death
#devil
#morality
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da_poetic-edifier
Damon
Damon
Poem Published
Today 4:47am
Today 4:47am
FML
#depression
#death
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
#LifeStruggles #MentalHealth
20 reads
2 Comments
Tallquietguy
Poem Published
Today 1:41am
Today 1:41am
The Siren's Call
Each morning that I wake up,
I’m closer to being free
Each breath that I inhale
is one closer to my last
When death finally knocks,
I’ll probably run and hide, (but)
From a distance I hear the siren
She’s calling me to die
For now I’ll let her sing
I’ve a few things left to try,
More songs to bring together,
Silly poems left to write
But the dream will never leave me
She lives too deep inside
Whispering sweet nothings,
restless thoughts to cloud my mind
I’m closer to being free
Each breath that I inhale
is one closer to my last
When death finally knocks,
I’ll probably run and hide, (but)
From a distance I hear the siren
She’s calling me to die
For now I’ll let her sing
I’ve a few things left to try,
More songs to bring together,
Silly poems left to write
But the dream will never leave me
She lives too deep inside
Whispering sweet nothings,
restless thoughts to cloud my mind
#depression
#death
#SelfHarm #despair
#SelfHarm #despair
16 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:40pm
Yesterday 11:40pm
WHAT MADE YOU STRONGER
It's funny how sometimes that what we once lived through sometimes, has a way of creeping back into our lives when we least expect it. Due to the misconception that we have become blinded by false accusations. But sometimes that is the real reality of our lives basically, as it is and how it feels of what our life is like through our own eyes. For we didn't chose the life we live and still had to learn to adjust, to situations that affects the very roots of our faith and trust in someone else. Who gave us birth into life's existences as young people's of the world, even though we are born...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
23 reads
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Kinkpoet
Poem Published
17th Jan 2021 3:53pm
17th Jan 2021 3:53pm
That’s Life
life
happened in the present
i was obsessed with the past
worried about the future
i didn’t see
because i was remembering
i couldn’t predict
because i didn’t pay attention
i anticipated
but i was mistaken
i seduced
but didn’t love
i saw
but didn’t speak
i followed
but was misled
i complied
but never questioned
i moved
but didn’t travel
i complained
but didn’t contribute
i slept
but didn’t dream
i...
happened in the present
i was obsessed with the past
worried about the future
i didn’t see
because i was remembering
i couldn’t predict
because i didn’t pay attention
i anticipated
but i was mistaken
i seduced
but didn’t love
i saw
but didn’t speak
i followed
but was misled
i complied
but never questioned
i moved
but didn’t travel
i complained
but didn’t contribute
i slept
but didn’t dream
i...
#grief
#death
#spiritual
29 reads
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0UTPUT_a_AURA
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 9:42pm
16th Jan 2021 9:42pm
Found
only left in memories
keep you there cause
Don’t exist anywhere else
so I’m Left pretending
You didn’t forget me
Winter, Playing in the snow
Angel, Are you cold?
Silhouette Christmas tree glow
But you Leave only memories
Angel, if you’re lonely up there
Don’t worry,
I’m lost but I’ll find you there
Summer, leaves change
And fall, I feel less sane
Hang from this tree till
All colors bloom back
The same beautiful shade
And Angel, did it hurt falling
Way up from heaven?
But you...
keep you there cause
Don’t exist anywhere else
so I’m Left pretending
You didn’t forget me
Winter, Playing in the snow
Angel, Are you cold?
Silhouette Christmas tree glow
But you Leave only memories
Angel, if you’re lonely up there
Don’t worry,
I’m lost but I’ll find you there
Summer, leaves change
And fall, I feel less sane
Hang from this tree till
All colors bloom back
The same beautiful shade
And Angel, did it hurt falling
Way up from heaven?
But you...
#death
#lyrics
#redemption
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
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Taurek
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 3:45am
16th Jan 2021 3:45am
Ransack Nation
Beaten to death on the
steps of the last
luxury left
style & attitude was
all that mattered in
this funky life
Richard Ramirez was
a disgusting piece of
shit murderous
pedophile that
women still
wanted to
fuck
which made perfect
sense
I didn’t need a
hardcore
closeup
rest assure on the
blue azure
pause and
play
another glass of
D’Ussé
another cultural
hero bites the
dust
there is no one that ...
steps of the last
luxury left
style & attitude was
all that mattered in
this funky life
Richard Ramirez was
a disgusting piece of
shit murderous
pedophile that
women still
wanted to
fuck
which made perfect
sense
I didn’t need a
hardcore
closeup
rest assure on the
blue azure
pause and
play
another glass of
D’Ussé
another cultural
hero bites the
dust
there is no one that ...
#murder
#death
#culture
#crush
#heroic
25 reads
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 9:29pm
15th Jan 2021 9:29pm
WHAT REALLY MATTERS IN THE END?
I have walked on all
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
the Continents in
the world, all 50 States,
and lost count of the
countries I have visited.
I say this not to impress
but to share what I, not
anyone else, have learned.
It hit me right between
the eyes a few years ago
as I heard what a group
of wealthy men said in the
last days in the terminal ward;
soon to face death.
They were all rich and
among the who's who
in society. In their last days
they were asked what,
when looking back really
mattered?
Was it their yachts,...
#death
#birthday
#fate
#aging
#responsibility
23 reads
4 Comments
cloventongue89
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 5:29am
15th Jan 2021 5:29am
Penance
I
death, alive in me
I am pleasure and suffering
a moment of joy and regret
sin and love, change agents...
II
alive in death
breathing in, the end
personal, collective apocalypse
filtered through perspective
one man's salvation is another man's hell...
III
speaking elegant hypocrisy
well said liar
when did sheep howl at the moon?
you are blind with eyes wide open...
death, alive in me
I am pleasure and suffering
a moment of joy and regret
sin and love, change agents...
II
alive in death
breathing in, the end
personal, collective apocalypse
filtered through perspective
one man's salvation is another man's hell...
III
speaking elegant hypocrisy
well said liar
when did sheep howl at the moon?
you are blind with eyes wide open...
#corruption
#politics
#death
#faith
#morality
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 5:08am
15th Jan 2021 5:08am
Face The Music
I
thinking of you
memories like leeches
you are the thief of thoughts
you are a beautiful haunting
I miss you...
II
collectively
we all know loss
familiar is the face of another's stranger
scars like finger prints
pain, a mutual acquaintance...
III
fingers like the language of music
every note, a universal dialect
the same song
a different ear
a different meaning...
thinking of you
memories like leeches
you are the thief of thoughts
you are a beautiful haunting
I miss you...
II
collectively
we all know loss
familiar is the face of another's stranger
scars like finger prints
pain, a mutual acquaintance...
III
fingers like the language of music
every note, a universal dialect
the same song
a different ear
a different meaning...
#grief
#mother
#death
#memorial
#cancer
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 3:21am
15th Jan 2021 3:21am
life after death
I often wonder....
I'm open to the idea;
I often wonder....
I wish it were crystal clear;
I often wonder....
most times I hate it here;
I often wonder....
knowing would eliminate despair/fear....
I often wonder....
I'd like to know;
I often wonder if it's not all show; when others tell their stories and "smile with a glow"
If strong enough belief is all it took to manifest the uncomprehendable; I believe with all my might; that there's something better on...
I'm open to the idea;
I often wonder....
I wish it were crystal clear;
I often wonder....
most times I hate it here;
I often wonder....
knowing would eliminate despair/fear....
I often wonder....
I'd like to know;
I often wonder if it's not all show; when others tell their stories and "smile with a glow"
If strong enough belief is all it took to manifest the uncomprehendable; I believe with all my might; that there's something better on...
#death
#spiritual
#freedom
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