Bluelulu
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:17pm
Yesterday 6:17pm
This is my life
This is my life, it is what it is.
I've won, I've lost, and still I don't have answers to this quiz.
Mistakes I've made many.
Regrets I have plenty.
Life is a gamble you make with every decision.
You bet with your happiness, so make them with precision.
One wrong turn can change you fate.
One short cut to your life path, and a new ending you'll create.
I've had a hard life, and some things I couldn't change.
I accept my part and I've tried so hard to rearrange.
I've always felt like I had to make all the people around me happy. ...
I've won, I've lost, and still I don't have answers to this quiz.
Mistakes I've made many.
Regrets I have plenty.
Life is a gamble you make with every decision.
You bet with your happiness, so make them with precision.
One wrong turn can change you fate.
One short cut to your life path, and a new ending you'll create.
I've had a hard life, and some things I couldn't change.
I accept my part and I've tried so hard to rearrange.
I've always felt like I had to make all the people around me happy. ...
#family
#inspirational
#learning #determination
#learning #determination
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Vferry
Poem Published
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
23rd Jan 2020 5:01am
Chorus Home
This old house
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
Sings a chorus
Humming floor below us
Rattling pipes
N’ clank’n pots and pans
Mama sings her well wishes
As daddy fiddles with the dishes
But mama she’s the leader of the band
There’s the trumpet sound of cries
As the kids drum up lies
For trouble they’ve gotten in
N’ the dog’s wagging tail
Keeps time with the yells
As grandpa tunes up the mandolin
Home sweet home
Built on the sounds of love
From kisses to brotherly shoves
Home sweet home
Where laughter
Follows tears ...
#love
#family
#home #memories
#home #memories
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taizai
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2020 1:43am
22nd Jan 2020 1:43am
shut up!
i hate it most when they’re in the kitchen
the screams echo off my mother’s chinese plates
and clash into each other like a bull towards a red flag
horns up, legs bucked, fists up.
wishing the red flag would submit to a white
like my daddy’s face when he found out momma was sleeping with a rich man
white wall, brown fist, was he picturing her face?
ring fingers with no fucking ring
me growing up with an attitude and commitment issues, is that my goddamn fault?
SHUT UP! you’re so.... loud. let me sleep, even the monster under my bed...
the screams echo off my mother’s chinese plates
and clash into each other like a bull towards a red flag
horns up, legs bucked, fists up.
wishing the red flag would submit to a white
like my daddy’s face when he found out momma was sleeping with a rich man
white wall, brown fist, was he picturing her face?
ring fingers with no fucking ring
me growing up with an attitude and commitment issues, is that my goddamn fault?
SHUT UP! you’re so.... loud. let me sleep, even the monster under my bed...
#parent
#childhood
#family
#memories
#separation
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MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
21st Jan 2020 3:48pm
21st Jan 2020 3:48pm
The natural magesty
I remember when we used to walk
And you would tell me about the rocks
The trees, the shrubs, the moss and such
What you can eat and what not to touch
And I remember my first choke cherry
The bitter taste of a sharp-pitted berry
So too do I remember heaps of wild mint
The astringent scent in little hints
And teaching me to collect dry greens
Along with many legumes and beans
I miss our walks and I miss our talks
But that's okay, I still love you mom.
And you would tell me about the rocks
The trees, the shrubs, the moss and such
What you can eat and what not to touch
And I remember my first choke cherry
The bitter taste of a sharp-pitted berry
So too do I remember heaps of wild mint
The astringent scent in little hints
And teaching me to collect dry greens
Along with many legumes and beans
I miss our walks and I miss our talks
But that's okay, I still love you mom.
#family
#nature
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nomoth
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 8:37pm
20th Jan 2020 8:37pm
in the sheep skin, in the milk and in the theft.
my ankle was a thing in their eye, that turned
so I made the bed, wrote the note,
scripted the edges thirst
on sheets of flower-parlour'd mayonnaise up unto it's collar, the lips of it.
like I knew that my family had landscaped a magnificent garden
and unabashedly presented in vases their soiled underwear;
from their polarity buds of effervescent champagn-ic flue ...
so I made the bed, wrote the note,
scripted the edges thirst
on sheets of flower-parlour'd mayonnaise up unto it's collar, the lips of it.
like I knew that my family had landscaped a magnificent garden
and unabashedly presented in vases their soiled underwear;
from their polarity buds of effervescent champagn-ic flue ...
#anxiety
#family
#confusion #StreamOfConsciousness
#confusion #StreamOfConsciousness
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
20th Jan 2020 10:06am
20th Jan 2020 10:06am
For Shane
they never saw your mind just what you did
counting all your misdeeds as you hide
behind the need to rage against your pain
keeping it all locked away inside
a thirst for words and knowledge, though denied
born within the clutch of poverty
like I, stuck in the quicksand of my doubt
that I could not dig through escaping out
i see your light is brighter than the stars
but you cannot yet see into your heart
allow my eyes to guide you to my sight
that you are all that's best of dark and bright
though...
counting all your misdeeds as you hide
behind the need to rage against your pain
keeping it all locked away inside
a thirst for words and knowledge, though denied
born within the clutch of poverty
like I, stuck in the quicksand of my doubt
that I could not dig through escaping out
i see your light is brighter than the stars
but you cannot yet see into your heart
allow my eyes to guide you to my sight
that you are all that's best of dark and bright
though...
#love
#children
#family
#faith
#son
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Fetchitnow
Poem Published
19th Jan 2020 5:46am
19th Jan 2020 5:46am
Mama, The Bond Is Strong
I thought you loved her
As we all should do
Loving ones momma, comes automatically
Go ahead, say I love you too
Yeah, Yeah, the bond is strong
But, I blew up like an atomic bomb
I lost my mom
I stayed away for years
And my letters never arrived
Rubber stamped, ‘Return to Sender’
I miss my mother
because the bond was once strong
I now realise my faults
as some of you would understand
Hope-Pray
to reunite someday soon
My love for my mama
For our bond is strong ...
As we all should do
Loving ones momma, comes automatically
Go ahead, say I love you too
Yeah, Yeah, the bond is strong
But, I blew up like an atomic bomb
I lost my mom
I stayed away for years
And my letters never arrived
Rubber stamped, ‘Return to Sender’
I miss my mother
because the bond was once strong
I now realise my faults
as some of you would understand
Hope-Pray
to reunite someday soon
My love for my mama
For our bond is strong ...
#mother
#children
#motherhood
#ImSorry
#family
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Sky_dancer
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 8:55am
17th Jan 2020 8:55am
What Love Is
He makes the boy
who isn't his
a lunch for school
each day
who isn't his
a lunch for school
each day
#love
#family
#inspirational
#gratitude
#redemption
77 reads
10 Comments
solanaceae
Poem Published
17th Jan 2020 1:02am
17th Jan 2020 1:02am
Waiting
She's always preparing
for the worst;
even now, in-between the
calm and the storm.
Yet with unflinching eyes,
she sits quietly,
taking it all in.
Like a cold morning
on the porch with
her coffee.
To her, grief is
a planned process.
Something tangible.
If she can take
enough notes,
and do her research,
she can handle it.
And death,
she knows him.
He's an old friend,
sitting in the corner
of the room as
we speak.
But for this,
she couldn't prepare. ...
for the worst;
even now, in-between the
calm and the storm.
Yet with unflinching eyes,
she sits quietly,
taking it all in.
Like a cold morning
on the porch with
her coffee.
To her, grief is
a planned process.
Something tangible.
If she can take
enough notes,
and do her research,
she can handle it.
And death,
she knows him.
He's an old friend,
sitting in the corner
of the room as
we speak.
But for this,
she couldn't prepare. ...
#sadness
#grief
#strength
#family
#death
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
16th Jan 2020 7:04pm
16th Jan 2020 7:04pm
APPARENT
You drain yourself
With constant
Expectations of
Perfection
Don't kid yourself-
You were already dealt
The most perfect hand
You'll ever receive
With constant
Expectations of
Perfection
Don't kid yourself-
You were already dealt
The most perfect hand
You'll ever receive
#happiness
#regret
#parent
#family
#disappointment
42 reads
3 Comments
Unbeknownst
PIGGY
PIGGY
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 10:01am
14th Jan 2020 10:01am
Grandma
She's a pretty flower, full of hope in summer
Always cheerful and such a sweet lover
We seized the moments for we know what's gonna happen
Her petals have fallen
Now she's gone but never been forgotten
Always cheerful and such a sweet lover
We seized the moments for we know what's gonna happen
Her petals have fallen
Now she's gone but never been forgotten
#love
#family
#death
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Thebeatpoetuk
Poem Published
14th Jan 2020 1:14am
14th Jan 2020 1:14am
Different Frequency
Wednesday morning,
I wake up with a moan,
My heads full of traffic and
Ring goes my phone.
With my vision to my screen,
I see a familiar number.
It’s someone from my past,
But I've not been welcome in their future.
I can barely think ahead
So I gab the J behind me,
Take a deep toke and
Wait for answer-phone to save me.
I take just a minute
To wake my body and my soul and I
Think do I want to hear this
Same old, same old.
I take a chance to play my mail,
While my head...
I wake up with a moan,
My heads full of traffic and
Ring goes my phone.
With my vision to my screen,
I see a familiar number.
It’s someone from my past,
But I've not been welcome in their future.
I can barely think ahead
So I gab the J behind me,
Take a deep toke and
Wait for answer-phone to save me.
I take just a minute
To wake my body and my soul and I
Think do I want to hear this
Same old, same old.
I take a chance to play my mail,
While my head...
#love
#grief
#family
#death
#lyrics
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