cabcool
Poem Published
31st Dec 2023 6:10am
31st Dec 2023 6:10am
the belattitudes
your choices are your destiny
“The choice to make good choices is the best choice you can choose.
Fail to make that choice and on most choices you will lose.”―Ryan Lilly
you can't soar in a windless sky,
or summit-seek on smooth rocks;
your choices are your destiny,
your vices your in-trade stocks.
you can't see forward looking back,
or make advance retreating,
...
“The choice to make good choices is the best choice you can choose.
Fail to make that choice and on most choices you will lose.”―Ryan Lilly
you can't soar in a windless sky,
or summit-seek on smooth rocks;
your choices are your destiny,
your vices your in-trade stocks.
you can't see forward looking back,
or make advance retreating,
...
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#LifeCycle
#SelfDiscovery
#choices
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CasketSharpe
Poem Published
8th Dec 2023 2:00pm
8th Dec 2023 2:00pm
Technical Difficulty
Straight to the brain making the memory reset
Stopping folks in mid-stroke from finishing sex,
“The performance delivered can be interpreted as good
That is why the masses chant ‘fuck Mr. Rogers Neighborhood’,
“With smooth beat downs and action that flow quick
Coming through the television like a hard-ass brick,
“Making the competition last stage Covid sick
Having motherfuckas run to the TV after they shit,
“So put the weak to bed or send them outside
This is some wicked shit and not for innocent eyes,
“If...
Stopping folks in mid-stroke from finishing sex,
“The performance delivered can be interpreted as good
That is why the masses chant ‘fuck Mr. Rogers Neighborhood’,
“With smooth beat downs and action that flow quick
Coming through the television like a hard-ass brick,
“Making the competition last stage Covid sick
Having motherfuckas run to the TV after they shit,
“So put the weak to bed or send them outside
This is some wicked shit and not for innocent eyes,
“If...
#fate
#choices
250 reads
5 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
21st Oct 2023 6:09am
21st Oct 2023 6:09am
Mm.. Softly Touching Me (Pink Candle)
I harken to the murmurs of the virile man who has stolen my breaths
The core of my temple blending, our hearts mending, desires sending
Mesmerized by his sweet whispers, his kisses, God they make me melt
His persona, his charismatic charms, uplifts my intellect
How do you measure the distance of time
When the touches of love have moved beyond tender sentiments in the sublime
Walking in the shadows of passion when the heart, mind, and soul is perfectly aligned
The beautiful endurance the heart has taken to willingly comply...
The core of my temple blending, our hearts mending, desires sending
Mesmerized by his sweet whispers, his kisses, God they make me melt
His persona, his charismatic charms, uplifts my intellect
How do you measure the distance of time
When the touches of love have moved beyond tender sentiments in the sublime
Walking in the shadows of passion when the heart, mind, and soul is perfectly aligned
The beautiful endurance the heart has taken to willingly comply...
#love
#water
#fate
#spiritual
#passion
456 reads
20 Comments
Losthepoet
Adventurer
Adventurer
Poem Published
11th Oct 2023 00:38am
11th Oct 2023 00:38am
Chaos
Chaos is many things
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
it can be a void of nothingness
Or two entities
with two different perspectives
that clash and
create confusion or creation
After this chaos I am reminded and can
Not help to compare
this situation to a nuclear bomb
Going off
I feel as though
our forces caused me
to die physically and spiritually
and resurrect me
like a phoenix from the ashes
Truthfully I’m not pleased with the results
What’s the point
everything in this world is vanity
The pass...
#birth
#death
#fate
#aging
#LookingForLove
348 reads
2 Comments
Styxian
Poem Published
24th Sep 2023 5:49pm
24th Sep 2023 5:49pm
Heaven Takes Away
Back then...
Granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum...
Granny had said that I was a particular child.
How I spent too much time questioning all
of the unreasonable things.
That I was tiresome to her,
when she'd take me to church, and
I wouldn't sit still while listening
to the nonsense of some mortal man
on a stage.
Because I could talk to God anytime,
without that interpreter giving me
his own version.
I'd tell granny, God doesn't see it that way.
She'd just shush me, sometimes handing me
a half-stick of gum...
#fate
#spiritual
#philosophical
787 reads
36 Comments
asbr808
Anthony R
Anthony R
Poem Published
25th Jul 2023 4:35pm
25th Jul 2023 4:35pm
thread and string
Un
He wove the string into a star, and pulled. Behind the glass in a café across the street from the bench he sat in, a man and a woman lock eyes. He watches them say hi, hello, how are you. And he knows that the pair would never separate from then on. The morning sunlight is tinged with heat, not yet hot, he picks at a piece of bread and throws the crumbs to a reluctant pigeon that stares him down, but does not approach. The string is meshed in his hands, red and white and yellow. It is like a caterpillar, always spinning its cocoon, always molting. He pulls it into a vague shape of a...
He wove the string into a star, and pulled. Behind the glass in a café across the street from the bench he sat in, a man and a woman lock eyes. He watches them say hi, hello, how are you. And he knows that the pair would never separate from then on. The morning sunlight is tinged with heat, not yet hot, he picks at a piece of bread and throws the crumbs to a reluctant pigeon that stares him down, but does not approach. The string is meshed in his hands, red and white and yellow. It is like a caterpillar, always spinning its cocoon, always molting. He pulls it into a vague shape of a...
#fate
174 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 9:39pm
27th Jun 2023 9:39pm
Jemia et Juliet
Jemia et Juliet - Part Une
A clear azure blue sky
No clouds to cry
No wind, or zephyr breeze
No Aeolian Harp to please
An opaque blue, and gentle sea
A picture of calm tranquility
Whilst the sun produces a gentle haze
A gladdening warmth, in which to laze
Then before my very own eyes
A pirouetting fairy, dropped down from the sky
Beating wings, a myriad of sheens
As it lands upon my jeans
She then speaks in a whispering voice
About love, and laughter, with a lovely poise
She asks me to join her...
A clear azure blue sky
No clouds to cry
No wind, or zephyr breeze
No Aeolian Harp to please
An opaque blue, and gentle sea
A picture of calm tranquility
Whilst the sun produces a gentle haze
A gladdening warmth, in which to laze
Then before my very own eyes
A pirouetting fairy, dropped down from the sky
Beating wings, a myriad of sheens
As it lands upon my jeans
She then speaks in a whispering voice
About love, and laughter, with a lovely poise
She asks me to join her...
#love
#dreams
#fate #fairies
#fate #fairies
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 4:44pm
27th Jun 2023 4:44pm
Jemia et Juliet Part Trois-Fin?
I was pondering, whether to have another drink
I'd been lost in thought, or so i think
There was something, somewhere, that was now missing
And someone, somewhere, i should be kissing
I must of been, in some kind of daydream
A fantasy now lost, or so it would seem
I felt like a part of my life was now gone
Like forgotten words, of a favourite song
Days, and weeks, then passed me by
That haunted me, like an infinite sigh
I felt alone, and lost, and totally forlorn
From sunset, and twilight, and then to the dawn
Yet a...
I'd been lost in thought, or so i think
There was something, somewhere, that was now missing
And someone, somewhere, i should be kissing
I must of been, in some kind of daydream
A fantasy now lost, or so it would seem
I felt like a part of my life was now gone
Like forgotten words, of a favourite song
Days, and weeks, then passed me by
That haunted me, like an infinite sigh
I felt alone, and lost, and totally forlorn
From sunset, and twilight, and then to the dawn
Yet a...
#love
#dreams
#fate #fairies
#fate #fairies
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missjem56
Poem Published
27th Jun 2023 1:38pm
27th Jun 2023 1:38pm
Jemia et Juliet - Part Deux
Titania clapped her hands gently, without a sound
Yet the result of this, was most profound
As the fairy flok, from within this great hall
Began singing, and dancing, there was much to enthrall
Yet despite all the sounds of great celebration
Titania's voice, was heard with great clarification
She spoke of wondrous things, now long past
But i was sworn to a secrecy, forever to last
Then we were talking, about a variety of things
About the once watery Moon, and Saturns rings
How the core of the Earth, was hotter than the Sun
And...
Yet the result of this, was most profound
As the fairy flok, from within this great hall
Began singing, and dancing, there was much to enthrall
Yet despite all the sounds of great celebration
Titania's voice, was heard with great clarification
She spoke of wondrous things, now long past
But i was sworn to a secrecy, forever to last
Then we were talking, about a variety of things
About the once watery Moon, and Saturns rings
How the core of the Earth, was hotter than the Sun
And...
#love
#dreams
#fate #fairies
#fate #fairies
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0 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
16th Jun 2023 5:22am
16th Jun 2023 5:22am
all life's amazing journeys
If you can’t fly, then run. If you can’t run, then walk. If you
can’t walk, then crawl; but whatever you do, you have to keep
moving forward.”―Martian Luther King Jr.
i.
all life's amazing journeys
begin and end in silence,
some burnished in the furnace,
some silenced soon by violence.
but in between the moaning
of navel string detachment,
and last rites filled with groaning
at casket-lid attachment,
...
can’t walk, then crawl; but whatever you do, you have to keep
moving forward.”―Martian Luther King Jr.
i.
all life's amazing journeys
begin and end in silence,
some burnished in the furnace,
some silenced soon by violence.
but in between the moaning
of navel string detachment,
and last rites filled with groaning
at casket-lid attachment,
...
#fate
#money
#travel
#SelfDiscovery
#poverty
383 reads
2 Comments
CeCe
Poem Published
15th Jun 2023 8:52am
15th Jun 2023 8:52am
Sirens
I should've heard the sirens coming
The clarion call of catastrophe
Should've said no when you asked to see me
They say you’re all bastards
Born of bitches and bred to kill
Didn't believe 'em.
Couldn’t help letting you get your fill
I surrendered, let you slaughter my identity
Along with the rest of me
Made for my body you fit as a key
My lips made for drinking
I drank the wine of you so easily
You said you were here to tempt me
To assault my integrity
To arrest my loyalty
For crimes committed...
The clarion call of catastrophe
Should've said no when you asked to see me
They say you’re all bastards
Born of bitches and bred to kill
Didn't believe 'em.
Couldn’t help letting you get your fill
I surrendered, let you slaughter my identity
Along with the rest of me
Made for my body you fit as a key
My lips made for drinking
I drank the wine of you so easily
You said you were here to tempt me
To assault my integrity
To arrest my loyalty
For crimes committed...
#lust
#fate
#obsession
253 reads
0 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
4th Jun 2023 8:15am
4th Jun 2023 8:15am
The Accidental Incarnate From Another Lifetime (Part IV of IV)
Nursing Convention
St. Louis, Missouri 2018
Embassy Hotel and Suites
Later That Evening
The Withering And Rebirth Of A Rose
I woke up out a restful slumber. I looked around. The familiar belongings of my own hotel suite greeted my eyes.
I sat up, physically drained and emotionally confused.
“How…how did I get back here?”
I tried to recollect what had occurred in the space of time, which at the moment I have no recollection of.
My...
St. Louis, Missouri 2018
Embassy Hotel and Suites
Later That Evening
The Withering And Rebirth Of A Rose
I woke up out a restful slumber. I looked around. The familiar belongings of my own hotel suite greeted my eyes.
I sat up, physically drained and emotionally confused.
“How…how did I get back here?”
I tried to recollect what had occurred in the space of time, which at the moment I have no recollection of.
My...
#rebirth
#fate
#spiritual
#evolution
#seductive
436 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Long Poems About Fate
