Poems About Denial Seeking Friendly Advice
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Poems about denial seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
oskar
Poem Published
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
7th Mar 2025 1:12pm
racial tension and Floyd
Racial tension and Floyd
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
A picture of a committee in defense of human right a picture where serious white man and a woman in a business suit and to black persons This was serious business no one smile except the two black persons that spoiled the gravity of the solemn undertaking
Most black people I have met were like me from a working stiff background I was employed on ships they were mostly onloading cargo from the said, ships, they appeared more open, talkative then us Scandinavians, we don’t say much unless we are drunk in a bar
there was an unspoken racial barrier that...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #denial
#apathy #denial
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 1:13pm
20th Feb 2025 1:13pm
writer's block
Writer's block
Today, while trying to write I noticed an ant crossing the opposite wall, for it was a vast expanse watching the ant’s progress, I noticed it stopped circling back like it had found something edible I thought it was disappointed resuming the walk until it disappeared in a crack between wall and ceiling to a hidden society we would never join
Are ants aware of our existence we are there like the day, spilling a drop of beer on the kitchen floor that teenage ants drink, get pissed and told off by their parents never to drink if they do they will be too fat to hide in...
Today, while trying to write I noticed an ant crossing the opposite wall, for it was a vast expanse watching the ant’s progress, I noticed it stopped circling back like it had found something edible I thought it was disappointed resuming the walk until it disappeared in a crack between wall and ceiling to a hidden society we would never join
Are ants aware of our existence we are there like the day, spilling a drop of beer on the kitchen floor that teenage ants drink, get pissed and told off by their parents never to drink if they do they will be too fat to hide in...
#anxiety
#confusion
#denial #despair
#denial #despair
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Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
9th Feb 2025 9:37am
Broken Vessels
I feel you crawling through my veins,
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
not like fire,
not like ice,
but something quieter—
a weightless drowning.
Your name, still sharp on my tongue,
a rusted key in a door long closed.
Every breath I take,
a hymn in your absence,
a prayer unanswered.
And I swore I’d let you go,
but the echo of your voice
does not forgive,
does not forget.
So take what’s left,
wear my ruin like a crown.
Trace the map of me with your hands,
see where the fault lines tremble.
I was never meant to stand...
#denial
#emptiness
#loneliness
#sadness
#shame
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oskar
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 7:34pm
2nd Feb 2025 7:34pm
the tarrifs
The Tariffs
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called...
here we go again, in a strong country where most workers are not unionized, but the rich are and the working class has to pay for the wealthy’s expenses, this time in the form of tariffs those who have the business of production can reduce the local market’s cost, but they will not instead, they will jack up their prices because we live in a free society where the lower order has little influence to demand better pay
There will be demonstrations against hard times, the strikers will be vilified as enemies of freedom, thrown into jail on fake charges, and called...
#anger
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#confusion
#denial
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oskar
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 6:33pm
27th Jan 2025 6:33pm
the charade
The Charade
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor...
A wealthy man dressed up as a poor guy walked into a bank to see the employees' reaction naturally it was predictable, that the rich man found it upsetting and gave us a lecture that everyone is equal
If the poor guy had a twenty-dollar bill in his pocket if that was true the last thing he would do was go into a bank, the likelihood is he would buy a burger, with chips and drink a few beers, feeling good
When a wealthy person pretends to be poor To put himself as a good guy, he knows nothing about poverty; he can go back to being rich again and the poor...
#anger
#anxiety
#confusion #denial
#confusion #denial
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CarrionCrow44
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 00:13am
10th Jan 2025 00:13am
Been Here Before
I rode in on a dream
Among the snow and glitter
Saw my mother dressed in leather
With holsters and guns
Younger then me
On a horse with a smile
Hair all curled up like she does
Always waiting on me
I can smell the rain
The falling current of time
Every tightening yet never hurried
Along this mountainside
There she goes
Forward into the storm
Building for some time it seems
Crowning these ridges
Never looking back
Mom just moves further ahead
A horn of fire in her satchel ...
Among the snow and glitter
Saw my mother dressed in leather
With holsters and guns
Younger then me
On a horse with a smile
Hair all curled up like she does
Always waiting on me
I can smell the rain
The falling current of time
Every tightening yet never hurried
Along this mountainside
There she goes
Forward into the storm
Building for some time it seems
Crowning these ridges
Never looking back
Mom just moves further ahead
A horn of fire in her satchel ...
#denial
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GN101
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 10:48am
4th Jan 2025 10:48am
Shackled
Shackled to humanity within, brevity of my past is in tact
I cannot soar or scrape at the sky without the bindings of my sincerest skin
And yet for all I hate in jest, I’ve never felt foul for a fondle or two
Mark myself and inside us all can be found that burning sickness of life
Repeat, retreat, reproduce, falling away into oblivion
The shadow of my soul flickers through the plummet, nothing retractable or ever to be forgotten
Mirrors of memory, igniting a myriad of happenstance, down to the most delicate and finest...
I cannot soar or scrape at the sky without the bindings of my sincerest skin
And yet for all I hate in jest, I’ve never felt foul for a fondle or two
Mark myself and inside us all can be found that burning sickness of life
Repeat, retreat, reproduce, falling away into oblivion
The shadow of my soul flickers through the plummet, nothing retractable or ever to be forgotten
Mirrors of memory, igniting a myriad of happenstance, down to the most delicate and finest...
#denial
#regret
#sadness
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3Y3S-THVT-S33
Electra
Electra
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2025 4:09am
2nd Jan 2025 4:09am
No Title.
I ran from the burning stones,
For it had never felt like home.
I ran till I found a place to lay my bones,
I found a home,
Resting alone,
No light to expose its ruins.
I let my flame touch its torches,
But instead, I set the home on fire,
And as I watched it burn,
The words in my head turned:
Child of ember,
You can never escape the ashes.
For it had never felt like home.
I ran till I found a place to lay my bones,
I found a home,
Resting alone,
No light to expose its ruins.
I let my flame touch its torches,
But instead, I set the home on fire,
And as I watched it burn,
The words in my head turned:
Child of ember,
You can never escape the ashes.
#dark
#death
#denial #fire
#denial #fire
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Ashriyon
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:19am
23rd Nov 2024 2:19am
Would you remember me?
In whispers soft where shadows play,
I ponder if I could fade away.
Would the world halt, would time stand still,
A silent void where dreams once filled?
Would anyone notice, a fleeting trace,
Of a spirit once woven into this space?
Would they speak my name with a tender sigh,
Or let the echoes fade, as time flutters by?
Beneath the earth where the cold winds moan,
Would my story linger, or be left alone?
Would the flowers bloom, or wilt in despair,
For the heart that was brave, now scattered in air? ...
I ponder if I could fade away.
Would the world halt, would time stand still,
A silent void where dreams once filled?
Would anyone notice, a fleeting trace,
Of a spirit once woven into this space?
Would they speak my name with a tender sigh,
Or let the echoes fade, as time flutters by?
Beneath the earth where the cold winds moan,
Would my story linger, or be left alone?
Would the flowers bloom, or wilt in despair,
For the heart that was brave, now scattered in air? ...
#denial
#emptiness
#frustration
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GN101
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 8:27am
14th Nov 2024 8:27am
Procrastination Postponed
Blurring heat, victuals of passion, prepared for the journey ahead
The footsteps are taken from a weary hearth, into the realms of the callow
A bisect of heart, yet a head full of logic, pushes me into the fray, with a vacuous mortality
Inhaling the pressure, perspective procured!
For the time for thinking is done, compatible markets are won
With goods of the virtuous and profits of care, I desire the experience of life
Procrastination postponed, incongruous perdition bemoaned, with hefty labours behoved, we hark the heathen bestowed!
...
The footsteps are taken from a weary hearth, into the realms of the callow
A bisect of heart, yet a head full of logic, pushes me into the fray, with a vacuous mortality
Inhaling the pressure, perspective procured!
For the time for thinking is done, compatible markets are won
With goods of the virtuous and profits of care, I desire the experience of life
Procrastination postponed, incongruous perdition bemoaned, with hefty labours behoved, we hark the heathen bestowed!
...
#denial
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
17th Oct 2024 7:30am
the cook
The humble cook
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
Once upon a time, a cook was a person who prepared food for hungry people, simple food like meat cakes in gravy and boiled potatoes
one needed not to be a genius, but the person knew how to fry eggs or scrambled eggs
could read and write in order not to mistake rat poison for garlic powder
It was a whole profession, like being a butcher
a baker, house painter, or a barber
Times have changed in occupations like these, and something
more is expected, like art? Are you serious
The cook is now a chef, highly paid for...
#bittersweet
#boredom
#confusion
#dark
#denial
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chihiro_angel
geeeeel.crp
geeeeel.crp
Poem Published
3rd Oct 2024 9:20am
3rd Oct 2024 9:20am
"Hiraeth"
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Do you think I've forgotten?
I still think about you, more often than I'd like to admit.
Your presence clings to my thoughts,
even when I try to push you away,
you always find a way to come back.
I see you everywhere I go—
in places we once shared,
in strangers passing by with familiar gestures,
as if they carry pieces of you with them.
Your voice, soft and distant,
echoes in the crowd like a fading memory,
yet loud enough to stir something inside me.
Visions of your face never truly...
Do you think I've forgotten?
I still think about you, more often than I'd like to admit.
Your presence clings to my thoughts,
even when I try to push you away,
you always find a way to come back.
I see you everywhere I go—
in places we once shared,
in strangers passing by with familiar gestures,
as if they carry pieces of you with them.
Your voice, soft and distant,
echoes in the crowd like a fading memory,
yet loud enough to stir something inside me.
Visions of your face never truly...
#bittersweet
#denial
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
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