CeeCee-Elaine
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:42pm
Yesterday 9:42pm
Heavenly
He still calls me his Angel,
as if my wings hadn't been torn off
the very moment I met him.
Tattered.
But stitched back together.
Woven deep within the promises
of magic and eternity.
Heaven.
A place he thinks I seek.
Oblivious to the heartwrenching fact
that I'd found it in his eyes.
as if my wings hadn't been torn off
the very moment I met him.
Tattered.
But stitched back together.
Woven deep within the promises
of magic and eternity.
Heaven.
A place he thinks I seek.
Oblivious to the heartwrenching fact
that I'd found it in his eyes.
#love
#loneliness
#fate
#IMissYou
#separation
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TheOralizer
Poem Published
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
16th Jan 2021 5:14pm
HIDDING BEHIND MASKS
#fate
#aging
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
18 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
22 reads
4 Comments
Bluevelvete
Poem Published
15th Jan 2021 2:24pm
15th Jan 2021 2:24pm
an accustomed numb.
a flash and it dawns on you
unimagined and least expected—
bursting of clarification
absolute in the moment self-righteousness
(unasked for)
snapping into surprising place,
~that fucking missing puzzle piece~
found under a couch cushion of happenstance
only now the wish is,
for the return of the misty opaqueness
all that familiar unknowing
so comfortable in an accustomed numb
happily blinded by "well, I don't have a choice"
left self stagnant in beautiful non-decision,
is the new dream of yearn;
dragging that...
unimagined and least expected—
bursting of clarification
absolute in the moment self-righteousness
(unasked for)
snapping into surprising place,
~that fucking missing puzzle piece~
found under a couch cushion of happenstance
only now the wish is,
for the return of the misty opaqueness
all that familiar unknowing
so comfortable in an accustomed numb
happily blinded by "well, I don't have a choice"
left self stagnant in beautiful non-decision,
is the new dream of yearn;
dragging that...
#depression
#hope
#fate
#learning
#karma
82 reads
30 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 10:38am
12th Jan 2021 10:38am
ISN'T IT WORTH IT TO YOU
Here within this transcending realm of darkness and light I walk aimlessly, through the tunnel vision walking towards the end. As though it held the question to all my answers, yet having me feeling lost at the same time feeling trap deep within the subconsciousness of the madness and insanity. As if I was hypnotize by the illuminations of darkness, seen through my own set of eyes looking into abyss of the dark. Just drawing me even more deeper into the depth of the darkness. But I find myself thinking more deeply on this stimulating, journey and travel and walk of silent in the deepness of...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
21 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
12th Jan 2021 2:37am
12th Jan 2021 2:37am
amid the frantic rush
hang your harps
upon the willows
and your masks upon your ears
when night's sharp
dreams pierce your pillows
hang not life's hopes on your fears
hang unto
my every last word
drink its message like a knife
even you
shall taste the vast sword
in the fullness of your strife
hanker not
for remnant treasures
where you sow naught but distress
every blot
that inks your pleasures
shall of you demand redress
late the cry
amid the frantic
rush that seizes vagrant...
upon the willows
and your masks upon your ears
when night's sharp
dreams pierce your pillows
hang not life's hopes on your fears
hang unto
my every last word
drink its message like a knife
even you
shall taste the vast sword
in the fullness of your strife
hanker not
for remnant treasures
where you sow naught but distress
every blot
that inks your pleasures
shall of you demand redress
late the cry
amid the frantic
rush that seizes vagrant...
#LifeStruggles
#fate
#wisdom #choices
#wisdom #choices
28 reads
6 Comments
lepperochan
Craic-Dealer
Craic-Dealer
Poem Published
11th Jan 2021 7:26pm
11th Jan 2021 7:26pm
Another collection of thoughts
●0
sneezed in the post office
might as well have pulled a cord
for all the eyes which flashed a terror
0●
There's a train leaving town
wont have to worry bout nuthin
no more, be sure you're holdin'
the right ticket
●•
It's good to see you, my friend
have you any idea what's happenin'
I'm really struggling with the whole thing
sneezed in the post office
might as well have pulled a cord
for all the eyes which flashed a terror
0●
There's a train leaving town
wont have to worry bout nuthin
no more, be sure you're holdin'
the right ticket
●•
It's good to see you, my friend
have you any idea what's happenin'
I'm really struggling with the whole thing
#fate
63 reads
8 Comments
The_Silly_Sibyl
Poem Published
10th Jan 2021 4:37pm
10th Jan 2021 4:37pm
Reading the Cards
You've been reading the cards, haven't you?" - Touch of Evil
A single hand shuffles
and deals your hand,
fast but one by one.
The other hand
is decked with rings
and taps an ugly sarabande.
Moon through the open slit
on grass and velvet tablecloth.
You cannot see the gipsy's face
but she can see your face,
future, and past.
The past's a cityscape.
Between one darkness and its mate
you grace her palm with currency
and try to leave the cityscape.
A world is glimpsed in shards. ...
A single hand shuffles
and deals your hand,
fast but one by one.
The other hand
is decked with rings
and taps an ugly sarabande.
Moon through the open slit
on grass and velvet tablecloth.
You cannot see the gipsy's face
but she can see your face,
future, and past.
The past's a cityscape.
Between one darkness and its mate
you grace her palm with currency
and try to leave the cityscape.
A world is glimpsed in shards. ...
#fate
35 reads
11 Comments
Witchywindy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2021 8:49pm
9th Jan 2021 8:49pm
Why don't I have a Man?
Im a strong, independent, worthy woman
I pay my bills, have my own house, my own cars, a career
Ive been told I'm pretty and beautiful, Im harder on myself most girls are
Im sensual, passionate, a romantic. I love to make out like old school, kissing for hours. French kissing is a must Im very touchy feely.
Im territorial not to be confused with jealous. Territorial is protective over whats yours where jealous is wanting something thats not yours
Im a little crazy but thats my passion and the fire in me.
Im getting my meds straight and most females are
You...
I pay my bills, have my own house, my own cars, a career
Ive been told I'm pretty and beautiful, Im harder on myself most girls are
Im sensual, passionate, a romantic. I love to make out like old school, kissing for hours. French kissing is a must Im very touchy feely.
Im territorial not to be confused with jealous. Territorial is protective over whats yours where jealous is wanting something thats not yours
Im a little crazy but thats my passion and the fire in me.
Im getting my meds straight and most females are
You...
#universe
#fate
#witches
#bittersweet
#emotions
24 reads
1 Comment
wallyroo92
Bumped 7th Jan 2021 6:54pm
18th May 2020 1:26am
18th May 2020 1:26am
Romanian River Oak
If a tree falls in the forest, does it make a sound?
From the forest to the stage
A tree makes a journey
A transformation
And it becomes something entirely different
But certain trees
Have a special purpose
The process
From logger to manufacturer
Through craftsman, artists and artisans
Is a miracle at the hands of men
And the final product
Are drums to be heard
From living rooms and garages
To studios and concert halls
All around the world
But there is a story of an old...
From the forest to the stage
A tree makes a journey
A transformation
And it becomes something entirely different
But certain trees
Have a special purpose
The process
From logger to manufacturer
Through craftsman, artists and artisans
Is a miracle at the hands of men
And the final product
Are drums to be heard
From living rooms and garages
To studios and concert halls
All around the world
But there is a story of an old...
#technology
#trees
#fate
#music
#art
132 reads
0 Comments
ELIAS11
Bumped 3rd Jan 2021 7:52pm
19th Dec 2020 8:46pm
19th Dec 2020 8:46pm
Leadlight
S
h
a tt
er
e
d
S c a t t e r d
tumbling
like
a
bro ken
glass
jig
...
h
a tt
er
e
d
S c a t t e r d
tumbling
like
a
bro ken
glass
jig
...
#strength
#fate
#TimeHeals
#SelfReflection
#redemption
64 reads
12 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2021 6:44pm
3rd Jan 2021 6:44pm
HEALING TAKES TIME
There are moments in our lives that seems to reach deeper than words can describe or explain, but yet beneath the surface of the subconsciousness are so many unanswered questions that are yet to be answered. For as we transcend mentally deeper into the very thoughts, that appears from out of nowhere placing us in that moment when darkness comes over us. We only become more weaker as the night whispers echoes, through the stairways and gateways of our mind. Hypnotizing us taking us away to another dimension lost within time, behind walls and curtains sitting endlessly within the depth of the...
#dreams
#death
#fate
#LifeChangingMoment
#healing
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