Poems About Fate by Top Critiquers
#fate
Poems about fate by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
And We All Pay The Price
Grand designs no mere mortal understands
Shaping the future for ages to come
We are the instruments in death and treachery
False flag paranoia order of the day
They always know better than you and I
And they designate
Who to terminate
In silence subjugate
Opposition decimate
Know not 'til it's too late
Remote control decide fate
Visions of a new world they create
The war is lost before it starts
We stand no chance
Most won't even know it's on
Don't try to resist
Elite made...
Shaping the future for ages to come
We are the instruments in death and treachery
False flag paranoia order of the day
They always know better than you and I
And they designate
Who to terminate
In silence subjugate
Opposition decimate
Know not 'til it's too late
Remote control decide fate
Visions of a new world they create
The war is lost before it starts
We stand no chance
Most won't even know it's on
Don't try to resist
Elite made...
#conflict
#dystopian
#fate
#nonfiction
#politics
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somber
somber melancholy plays a deep cello within me
my sadness grows when I am away too long
withdrawn into a different realm
curtains are drawn and I am in my chambers
lamenting your love
it hurts, my lover over eternities
to be without your touch
intimate need, inflects on your subtle thoughts, cueing my lusts
subtle at first glance
but with a powerful pull I am swept under
where I drown in sorrow
yearning what isn't mine to keep
my mind wildly explores you
taking time to note the intricacies that you are made of
...
my sadness grows when I am away too long
withdrawn into a different realm
curtains are drawn and I am in my chambers
lamenting your love
it hurts, my lover over eternities
to be without your touch
intimate need, inflects on your subtle thoughts, cueing my lusts
subtle at first glance
but with a powerful pull I am swept under
where I drown in sorrow
yearning what isn't mine to keep
my mind wildly explores you
taking time to note the intricacies that you are made of
...
#fate
#love
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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
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4 Comments
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
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8 Comments
Scrape Art
art
mixed media
gouache
cold press paper
abstract
no brushes used
alternative
wood
plywood
chopsticks
mixed media
gouache
cold press paper
abstract
no brushes used
alternative
wood
plywood
chopsticks
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#art #SelfDiscovery
#art #SelfDiscovery
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10 Comments
MY MUSE RESURRECTED ME
My heart was bound
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
in chains feeling the
pains of losing you.
The attention given
by others didn't heal;
only served as a reminder.
Offers of endless pleasure
by the Nymphs on Erotic
shorelines were futile..
THEN!
OH THEN!
CLIO, the daughter
of Zeus, the
Muse of History; one
of the nine Muses,
came to me in a vision
and beautiful poetry;
with a message of hope..
I came alive as she rang
my doorbell. OMG! MY
Muse resurrected me back
to erotic adventures never
dreamed of. I bow daily...
#fate
#mythology
#luck
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2 Comments
Letters To The Self On Throaty Thunderous Planted Lumps & Heavily Unfallen Eyefull Rains
trying hard to consume in
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
the lumping tonnage throat..
(or perhaps need them there forever..)
moistly eyes become
a floaty~ fluidic mosaic
an erecting glassiness veil
of thickening tears~ a wall..
neither breaks nor dries out
they are in an unnoticeably~ pulsing
delicate as if in butterflying babyholds..
yet stirring drilly~ deep, in a maze of
continentally~ drifting
'unbrokenness'
bulging ev convexical as fertilizing liquescence ...
#love
#fate
#TruthOfLife
#dialogue
#SelfReflection
529 reads
Benevolent Benefactor
There is no energy
except what you extend
via action or thought
The Universe
is a benevolent benefactor
who returns only
what you emit
No more
No less
except what you extend
via action or thought
The Universe
is a benevolent benefactor
who returns only
what you emit
No more
No less
#fate
#learning
#wisdom #karma
#wisdom #karma
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28 Comments
Madness
All it took was
a huge blunder
at the air-port
for devices to
finally explode
just one bleep
beam of light
all was gone
& those at the
place too the
fake agitator
plastic parrot
the hothead
with the frost
and fast teeth
and its blemish
oh the baloney
of the paradox
crack ballerina
earthborn entity
a servant to this
endless conflict
ballistic addict
passing in the
murky thick of
...
a huge blunder
at the air-port
for devices to
finally explode
just one bleep
beam of light
all was gone
& those at the
place too the
fake agitator
plastic parrot
the hothead
with the frost
and fast teeth
and its blemish
oh the baloney
of the paradox
crack ballerina
earthborn entity
a servant to this
endless conflict
ballistic addict
passing in the
murky thick of
...
#dark
#fate
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16 Comments
One-way ticket...
Why should I care for the new year?
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
#fate
#karma
#luck
#mirror
#NewYear
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14 Comments
Crossbones
The ages haunt the bookworm brain
with letters in a torrent blast
no concentration might sustain
into a resurrected past.
No measure of nostalgia dust,
to which some potion we might add
to magically reverse the rust,
for glory once more to be had
among all sorts of ancient things
that once upon a time were grand
where now only ruination sings
to cover pride in heaping sand,
taming ambition's eager dare...
into extinction's stale air!
with letters in a torrent blast
no concentration might sustain
into a resurrected past.
No measure of nostalgia dust,
to which some potion we might add
to magically reverse the rust,
for glory once more to be had
among all sorts of ancient things
that once upon a time were grand
where now only ruination sings
to cover pride in heaping sand,
taming ambition's eager dare...
into extinction's stale air!
#universe
#fate
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6 Comments
The Found
Feathery dandelions in zephyrs
Pearline stream across the scene
Polemic dream prolific crossing
Traversing verse – No reversing
Wing span the width of self study
Radiant radius – Heart felt svelte
Displacing gold rays cast in vast
Vestiges in traces/faces of places
Singular as stellar daytime altar
Exalted – Exacted epoch trance
Entranced - As self taught solar
Soul of a heart of an art of a hole
Shadows cast in simulation speeds
Roots of weeds as the silence below
Winged insect takes flight on wings ...
Pearline stream across the scene
Polemic dream prolific crossing
Traversing verse – No reversing
Wing span the width of self study
Radiant radius – Heart felt svelte
Displacing gold rays cast in vast
Vestiges in traces/faces of places
Singular as stellar daytime altar
Exalted – Exacted epoch trance
Entranced - As self taught solar
Soul of a heart of an art of a hole
Shadows cast in simulation speeds
Roots of weeds as the silence below
Winged insect takes flight on wings ...
#beauty
#dreams
#nature
#fate
#honesty
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7 Comments
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