AmyMMosier
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:40pm
Yesterday 11:40pm
I have lived a hundred different lives -
I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I...
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.
I...
#fate
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:19am
Yesterday 3:19am
Fellation Ablation
Naught makes me want to crawl into a grave
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
more so than thoughts of consummating love
reminding me of past midnights thereof
where I as well was to passion a slave
before the hand of fate diseased the traits
in the gland wherein men cum to rely
for hot love in a copious supply...
never pondering the lack that frustrates.
Then one day the horn O plenty fails,
in thanatotic solidarity...
with mortal anatomic verity
as harsh as the rust on nine inch nails...
now too devitalized to...
#aging
#fate
#nostalgia
56 reads
4 Comments
InDreamz
Poem Published
5th Apr 2025 5:09pm
5th Apr 2025 5:09pm
universe in my hands
The stars bloomed
as the narrow rivulets streamed across
the terrain of my palms;
forming islands, peninsulas, chains...
whole map of my life
came alive...
The high and low planetary mounts
on my mushy rosy manus
marked my characteristics;
planets, constellation
sun and moon
carved my fate,
once a palmist said...
but unaware that destiny lies
within our own hands
It's the neurons in my brain
and...
as the narrow rivulets streamed across
the terrain of my palms;
forming islands, peninsulas, chains...
whole map of my life
came alive...
The high and low planetary mounts
on my mushy rosy manus
marked my characteristics;
planets, constellation
sun and moon
carved my fate,
once a palmist said...
but unaware that destiny lies
within our own hands
It's the neurons in my brain
and...
#fate
#SelfDiscovery
#stars
#StreamOfConsciousness
#universe
103 reads
6 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 11:46pm
2nd Apr 2025 11:46pm
(The D.U.P Carnival: A Love-Twist Elegy)
The salt-stung air, a velvet shroud descends,
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...
A carnival of ghosts, where longing bends.
Alexander's grin, a moonlit, fractured gleam,
"Last dance, dear hearts," a fevered, whispered dream.
No gentle waltz, but tango, raw and deep,
Where shadows writhe, and secrets sleep.
A love like rust, a crimson, jagged stain,
Narcissus' gaze, reflecting back the pain.
Erotic whispers, with bitter wine,
A stalker's breath, a twisted, dark design.
The Dup decks groan, a titan's final sigh,
As love's mad current...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#fate
#luck
#nightmares
#sea
56 reads
4 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 5:26am
2nd Apr 2025 5:26am
The Universe Has Written a Verse
The past is calling so you can write about your future
Because leaving it alone can later on create confusion
But if you want to learn you just look up at the stars
And study its origin and history from creation to evolution
Are destinies pre-written even when we make the change?
Are the paths we choose to take all in one just the same?
Do the planets ever align and guide us in the right direction?
Or are we all pieces in some divine being’s larger game?
The universe has written a verse for us to translate
Composed in a cluster of...
Because leaving it alone can later on create confusion
But if you want to learn you just look up at the stars
And study its origin and history from creation to evolution
Are destinies pre-written even when we make the change?
Are the paths we choose to take all in one just the same?
Do the planets ever align and guide us in the right direction?
Or are we all pieces in some divine being’s larger game?
The universe has written a verse for us to translate
Composed in a cluster of...
#fate
#hope
#inspirational #universe
#inspirational #universe
91 reads
8 Comments
Shon
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 00:02am
2nd Apr 2025 00:02am
Full Moon Apparitions
A Jack-o-Lantern.
Faerie with a lamp.
Assistance to folk in the dark.
The right amount of mead.
Plus ciders of a few.
Italian shots of the darkest.
Licorice anise flavoured mead.
You might perchance enter a world.
Conversing with a Jack-o-lantern.
About what is? What should be?
When it's going to happen?
Apparition Forsake tell me,
Why are you talking to me?
I just drunk some mead.
Went out drank ciders a few.
Gargled & had a pee.
Italian shots of dark licorice.
Anise flavoured mead.
Happy full...
Faerie with a lamp.
Assistance to folk in the dark.
The right amount of mead.
Plus ciders of a few.
Italian shots of the darkest.
Licorice anise flavoured mead.
You might perchance enter a world.
Conversing with a Jack-o-lantern.
About what is? What should be?
When it's going to happen?
Apparition Forsake tell me,
Why are you talking to me?
I just drunk some mead.
Went out drank ciders a few.
Gargled & had a pee.
Italian shots of dark licorice.
Anise flavoured mead.
Happy full...
#fairies
#fate
#luck #mythology
#luck #mythology
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wallyroo92
Bumped 30th Mar 2025 5:46am
1st Apr 2019 9:42pm
1st Apr 2019 9:42pm
Super Man's Last Flight
The B-24s, the Liberators,
The Second World War’s incinerators,
They dropped bombs all over the Pacific,
They were key to winning the war,
Legendary amid the corps,
They created a hell on earth that was horrific.
But the service men called them “flying coffins”,
Odds of surviving these missions weren’t too great,
And of all the glories of the men who told their stories,
This is the account of Super Man’s crew and their fate…
Phil and Cuppernell piloted the plane,
Lambert in the tail, Nelson along for the ride,...
The Second World War’s incinerators,
They dropped bombs all over the Pacific,
They were key to winning the war,
Legendary amid the corps,
They created a hell on earth that was horrific.
But the service men called them “flying coffins”,
Odds of surviving these missions weren’t too great,
And of all the glories of the men who told their stories,
This is the account of Super Man’s crew and their fate…
Phil and Cuppernell piloted the plane,
Lambert in the tail, Nelson along for the ride,...
#courage
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2019
1106 reads
6 Comments
DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
23rd Mar 2025 3:44am
23rd Mar 2025 3:44am
Memory I Might Include In Memoir
I remember I used to talk with this guy I met on Okcupid. I think I picked him up from his house in some neighborhood perhaps in Magnolia. But I'm not sure. Like many others I have forgotten, I don't remember his name at all.
But I remember he told me this story of a schizophrenia woman he knew who was taking advantage of someone else. It didn't necessarily make me feel better about my own schizophrenic problems. But I'm glad he talked about it anyway.
But this is my dilemma. I don't blame anyone for leaving me if I exhibit toxic behaviors, and I don't blame myself for...
But I remember he told me this story of a schizophrenia woman he knew who was taking advantage of someone else. It didn't necessarily make me feel better about my own schizophrenic problems. But I'm glad he talked about it anyway.
But this is my dilemma. I don't blame anyone for leaving me if I exhibit toxic behaviors, and I don't blame myself for...
#fate
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
16th Mar 2025 9:36pm
The Debt Always Comes Due
Always the victim, never the cause,
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
twisting the past into thorns in your crown,
spitting out names like they branded you first,
but no, you lit the match.
Nothing was real—just a game, just a spark,
a flicker in winter, a flame in my hands,
burning because you willed it to,
then blaming the fire for touching your skin.
Never was love, never was truth,
just a hollow echo you painted in gold,
a script rehearsed, a play well-staged,
but the audience left, and the curtains fell.
Every excuse, every...
#anger
#fate
#hate #karma
#hate #karma
94 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
15th Mar 2025 5:48am
14 years in the business
They come to my door,
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
warning me about shadows
walking among us,
They, homeless
innthe hood.
They want drugs
I suppose
Secretly,
They like meth,
They like crack,
anything that will make them
feel good again.
No body doing
no yard work today.
They walk up the block,
because they're not really
going anywhere.
Sometimes,
they live respectful lives.
#consumerism
#fate
#marijuana
#money
#nostalgia
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 5:41am
15th Mar 2025 5:41am
It's never good bye
When we die it doesn't mean that you will not be forgotten, but you will always be remembered in the heart and mind. For sure we may feel that what we have to learn is a another lesson about life. For it's true know one lives forever as that is what is life, for sure we have to be strong enough to be able to carry the weight of the world upon our shoulders. For it's that attitude you have to adjust with your thoughts, on what is happening in our lives that will affect us in so many ways sometimes. For sure it's necessary to understand that it's not over when you lose, it's over when you QUITE...
#death
#fate
#grief
#sadness
#StreamOfConsciousness
116 reads
4 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
9th Mar 2025 5:22am
A First Encounter.....
The town sleeps, wrapped in the hush of streetlights, the distant hum of power lines, the sigh of trees shifting in the breeze. He moves through it like a ghost, barefoot on the pavement, the night cool against his skin. This is the only time he feels real.
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
He walks without a destination, tracing invisible paths, listening to the whisper of his own breath. The world is his, for these few hours. No voices sneering his name. No hands grabbing, pushing, tearing. Just the sky, endless and waiting.
The stars blink, cold and patient. The moon watches, unmoved. And yet—tonight,...
#fate
#FeelingLost
#night
#nightmares
#winter
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