Pishashee
Poem Published
Today 5:48am
Today 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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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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Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
6th Mar 2025 5:30pm
6th Mar 2025 5:30pm
Outlook Not So Good
Problem and problem, 1, 2, 3
One and done, I am still here all alone
Never truly free, just a soul in a cage
Awake in a world where everyone sleeps
Walking back down Reminiscent Street, people crying about the end
"To survive," they all say, "All you need is faith for the 8-Ball."
All my friends say the same old thing
Talk to the Magic 8-Ball, the only
Answer
I heard
Was always just "Outlook not so good"
All these people wasting their time
Praying to their Magic 8-Ball
All I
Hear...
One and done, I am still here all alone
Never truly free, just a soul in a cage
Awake in a world where everyone sleeps
Walking back down Reminiscent Street, people crying about the end
"To survive," they all say, "All you need is faith for the 8-Ball."
All my friends say the same old thing
Talk to the Magic 8-Ball, the only
Answer
I heard
Was always just "Outlook not so good"
All these people wasting their time
Praying to their Magic 8-Ball
All I
Hear...
#anger
#atheism
#fate
#religion
#spiritual
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oskar
Poem Published
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
28th Feb 2025 12:23pm
before time was invented
Before time was invented
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
A long time ago when our world was much bigger than it is now and had a landscape pleasing to the eye and no steep hills to climb Since seasons had not been divided into summer spring, autumn, and winter, the weather was mild and no one knew the what a day was when it rained, not too often people walked outside and took a shower.
The land was full of potatoes, carrots, and beans as for meat there was Dogger Bank with millions of cattle and wild hogs, no one was going hungry A man from Glendale was walking across a field to meet another man to see...
#apocalypse
#curse
#dystopian
#fate
#luck
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moon_bather
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 6:21am
1st Feb 2025 6:21am
Blah 8-2-oh
Why do we torture ourselves with this shit?
Why do we sit through any of this?
Here I am / there you were
They were once near
Now, no more
Why do we sit through any of this?
Here I am / there you were
They were once near
Now, no more
#apathy
#confusion
#dystopian
#fate
#universe
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missjem56
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 9:24pm
29th Jan 2025 9:24pm
Sticks, & Stones (WWIIII?)
We haven't yet peaked
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#fate
#LifeCycle #war
#LifeCycle #war
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missjem56
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:38pm
25th Jan 2025 9:38pm
Death Of A Butterfly
Memories of pre-flight meanderings
Living on a diet of jade
The long siesta, whilst encapsulated
Lost in dreams
Whilst awaiting a rebirth
Transformation
An awakening
Into flight
Light linen like wings
Floating on the breezes
FREEDOM!
No longer land-locked
Now fully evolved
And at her finest, and most beautiful
Supping upon natures nectar
My existence, although brief
Is one of awe, and wonder
As i taste the magic
Of my essence
As my wings become wind blown dust
Dissipating into the ether
As...
Living on a diet of jade
The long siesta, whilst encapsulated
Lost in dreams
Whilst awaiting a rebirth
Transformation
An awakening
Into flight
Light linen like wings
Floating on the breezes
FREEDOM!
No longer land-locked
Now fully evolved
And at her finest, and most beautiful
Supping upon natures nectar
My existence, although brief
Is one of awe, and wonder
As i taste the magic
Of my essence
As my wings become wind blown dust
Dissipating into the ether
As...
#beauty
#butterfly
#fate #nature
#fate #nature
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 1:41pm
21st Jan 2025 1:41pm
Black 'n' Blue
Climate change
Will, with utmost certainty
Worsen
As the worlds' parasitic leaders
Continue to flagrantly ignore
Both the science, and reality
As they continue
To rape, and pillage
Our tiny planet village
Many small countries, making big changes
But
If the big countries don't make changes
Then whatever the minorities do
Will have little impact
On slowing down
The overall destruction
Planet Earth is blue.........was blue
Not going green
by Jemia
Will, with utmost certainty
Worsen
As the worlds' parasitic leaders
Continue to flagrantly ignore
Both the science, and reality
As they continue
To rape, and pillage
Our tiny planet village
Many small countries, making big changes
But
If the big countries don't make changes
Then whatever the minorities do
Will have little impact
On slowing down
The overall destruction
Planet Earth is blue.........was blue
Not going green
by Jemia
#earth
#environment
#fate #pollution
#fate #pollution
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Emetophilic
Poem Published
21st Jan 2025 12:59pm
21st Jan 2025 12:59pm
The proof of existence
The blood in my system is frozen, cold and true.
The oxygen in my lungs is missing, empty, purity, freedom.
The thoughts in my mind don't exist, they're not heard, they're not here, they are not real.
I will free myself from this earth where I'm suffering.. where you're suffering.
I am the truth, the ruler of freedom, the weaver of emptiness, the tormentor of purity.
Only I can prove to you, what you must believe.
The oxygen in my lungs is missing, empty, purity, freedom.
The thoughts in my mind don't exist, they're not heard, they're not here, they are not real.
I will free myself from this earth where I'm suffering.. where you're suffering.
I am the truth, the ruler of freedom, the weaver of emptiness, the tormentor of purity.
Only I can prove to you, what you must believe.
#dark
#despair
#fate
#MentalHealth
#suffering
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darkcloud68
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 3:58am
16th Jan 2025 3:58am
Dust In My Eyes
I say I have dust in my eyes, so my visions blurry. So I see tinted covered rainbows and black snow.
Black doves and a sky filled with black crows. I am at the heel of the world, I had a issue with God so I got low. Sell dope and coke wholesale like Costco.
. Narcotics blue steel narcos. The streets I move on, is filled with beef and red sauce like tacos. If ain't got, don't worry about it. I know cat name Flaco.
They say why did you choose this life. I say because I have dust in my eyes, and I don't know who I can trust in a world full of lies.
...
Black doves and a sky filled with black crows. I am at the heel of the world, I had a issue with God so I got low. Sell dope and coke wholesale like Costco.
. Narcotics blue steel narcos. The streets I move on, is filled with beef and red sauce like tacos. If ain't got, don't worry about it. I know cat name Flaco.
They say why did you choose this life. I say because I have dust in my eyes, and I don't know who I can trust in a world full of lies.
...
#death
#fate
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APissPoorShaman
Ryszard
Ryszard
Poem Published
28th Dec 2024 00:23am
28th Dec 2024 00:23am
rock music, burning oil, and wind
On a dark and lonely highway
destination unknown
all alone
if not for images
haunting the open road
thoughts bouncing off asphalt
faster than this speeding machine
High beams challenging
the painted white line
with a battle cry of reverberating power
rock music, burning oil, and wind
are the only guides this world has ever seen
In the rear view mirror
leaving my sins
Hasta la vista baby
enough is enough but now I'm free
Stuck in a dying town
piston rings all burnt to...
destination unknown
all alone
if not for images
haunting the open road
thoughts bouncing off asphalt
faster than this speeding machine
High beams challenging
the painted white line
with a battle cry of reverberating power
rock music, burning oil, and wind
are the only guides this world has ever seen
In the rear view mirror
leaving my sins
Hasta la vista baby
enough is enough but now I'm free
Stuck in a dying town
piston rings all burnt to...
#cars
#fate
#karma
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Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:12am
12th Dec 2024 8:12am
Serenity
It's the calm,
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
before the bomb.
Excuse me madam,
I'm looking for Adam.
I've come a mighty long way,
But I've something to say!
Been searching for serenity....
Seems I can't afford the amenity.
It'll be three score, & ten years, that I've been in this body....
Would it be wrong, to say the foundation laid, was
somewhat shoddy?
Tell me, could you help me find Eve....
I think we need a reprieve.
It's only the mild,
Before the wild.
Excuse me sis,
I think something's amiss.
I have to take this...
#fate
#responsibility
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