oskar
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:08pm
Yesterday 1:08pm
the last bus
The last bus
This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living wildly and not going for longevity
This makes us miserable because we have nothing to look back on and say, sure I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our...
This is a day for us losers, no this is not about the climate, from my window it looks like doing well, a dollop of sun there and a splash of rain there, it is no asking for anyone’s permission
With losers, I mean us who have managed to get old, but living wildly and not going for longevity
This makes us miserable because we have nothing to look back on and say, sure I did that
It is not that we didn’t try to make a mark, but
Booze and women got in the way, conquest
a whore in every port
Some of us tried to make a mark by scribbling
Our...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#kindness
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oskar
Poem Published
15th Jan 2025 9:13pm
15th Jan 2025 9:13pm
fake review
Fake reviews
In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café,
her food was wonderful
I advised mariners to go for a visit
and be welcomed by a true lady.
I now learned that unsolicited reviews
are no longer appreciated
My recommendation was delivered verbally
Andrea doesn’t know she is a grandmother and
One of her grandchildren runs the place
I once ran a café in Liverpool selling bacon butties
I could have done with the friendly review
From the people who worked at the small factories nearby
but when Margaret Thatcher ...
In 1963, I ate lunch at Andrea’s café,
her food was wonderful
I advised mariners to go for a visit
and be welcomed by a true lady.
I now learned that unsolicited reviews
are no longer appreciated
My recommendation was delivered verbally
Andrea doesn’t know she is a grandmother and
One of her grandchildren runs the place
I once ran a café in Liverpool selling bacon butties
I could have done with the friendly review
From the people who worked at the small factories nearby
but when Margaret Thatcher ...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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3rdEYErising
Poem Published
12th Jan 2025 5:11am
12th Jan 2025 5:11am
Ambrosial
it seems to be a stubborn human pattern
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement ...
judging others by their entrance
yet still entranced...steeled and heavily hung
not my fault tho
if I walk into an opaqued room
& speak of my healing while concealing my dark magistrate
I'm instantly assumed to be all in my feelings
reeling in {my truth} kinda rude, yes?
if I make mention of pugilists & my trials
now suddenly I'm morbid & determined to wallow
in the gallows of falsified judgement ...
#dark
#forgiveness
#relationships
#sex
#TimeHeals
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oskar
Poem Published
7th Jan 2025 5:23pm
7th Jan 2025 5:23pm
the Gotham man
the Gotham man
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is...
He is so wealthy, perhaps the richest man
In the world, he enjoyed his lucre and sired
A dozen of male and female children
He has reached middle age, and his youth has
Gone the body, no longer as elastic as before
He has realized, as many men before him
that
Life has a time limit
Great wealth is also power speaks; we listen when
A rich man voices his opinion he has thrown
himself into body politics, perhaps confusing
Opinions as truth
The problem is he has yet to learn the language
Of diplomacy and is...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions #forgiveness
#emotions #forgiveness
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Secret_poet
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 2:46pm
4th Jan 2025 2:46pm
Forgive me
I’m sorry if I can be too much to bear,
A whirlwind of feelings that fill the air.
Each heartbeat a whisper, each tear a refrain,
I pour out my soul like an unending rain.
I care with a heart that knows no retreat,
Yet sometimes I fear I’m too quick to repeat.
The stories of love, of joy, and of pain,
As if I were bound by this sweet, wild strain.
I know that my heart can be heavy and bold,
Like a river that rushes, too passionate to hold.
I’m often caught wondering if I’ve crossed a line,
If giving my heart is a burden, but...
A whirlwind of feelings that fill the air.
Each heartbeat a whisper, each tear a refrain,
I pour out my soul like an unending rain.
I care with a heart that knows no retreat,
Yet sometimes I fear I’m too quick to repeat.
The stories of love, of joy, and of pain,
As if I were bound by this sweet, wild strain.
I know that my heart can be heavy and bold,
Like a river that rushes, too passionate to hold.
I’m often caught wondering if I’ve crossed a line,
If giving my heart is a burden, but...
#forgiveness
#love
#sacrifice
#sadness
#SelfReflection
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SageRoyale
Royale
Royale
Poem Published
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
4th Jan 2025 00:17am
beggars
His tears heal beggars
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
He weeps and they cheer
for if the Son of Man may cry
any man may bare his soul
however beaten,
bruised,
unrighteous
and be healed by the rivers
from his pure and unblemished eyes
waters laced with medicine
for even the sickest of mortal
mind or spirit
but why, save for old grudge
must my ugly heart
my blistering eyes,
that pour mercury
the skin that burns raw beneath
my cheeks, aching
from the teeth of rotting quartz
that has burst through them ...
#angels
#forgiveness
#spiritual
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Shon
Poem Published
31st Dec 2024 5:21pm
31st Dec 2024 5:21pm
The eve of new year 2025
I'm going out not knowing.
Hoping to find some knowing.
This year has been a trike.
Hoping next years betta.
Or at least no worst.
Through there's room
A plenty for betta.
For me and all others.
Other year...
lured by a lover.
This time last year.
Future promising looked.
Lover left me.
Off with my best friend.
Oh I do miss the fella... lol.
Other things other.
Didn't seem to go right.
Going with the flow do I.
The...
Hoping to find some knowing.
This year has been a trike.
Hoping next years betta.
Or at least no worst.
Through there's room
A plenty for betta.
For me and all others.
Other year...
lured by a lover.
This time last year.
Future promising looked.
Lover left me.
Off with my best friend.
Oh I do miss the fella... lol.
Other things other.
Didn't seem to go right.
Going with the flow do I.
The...
#forgiveness
#kindness
#love
#redemption
#TimeHeals
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Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
29th Dec 2024 3:05am
29th Dec 2024 3:05am
Reading the Future in Braille
I cry in my poems
I cried long ago
but all my sins are known
and the scars are healing except
the ones of my making.
I walk in the dark
but read the future in braille
missteps and curses aside
I'm doing just fine
now is all that matters
This place, this time, this now
holds the magic of our lives
and the simple joy
to be ourselves
we have always been free
Do not speak of love
nor talk of the soul
words of hidden chains
say instead ...
We are not blind to each other ...
I cried long ago
but all my sins are known
and the scars are healing except
the ones of my making.
I walk in the dark
but read the future in braille
missteps and curses aside
I'm doing just fine
now is all that matters
This place, this time, this now
holds the magic of our lives
and the simple joy
to be ourselves
we have always been free
Do not speak of love
nor talk of the soul
words of hidden chains
say instead ...
We are not blind to each other ...
#acceptance
#forgiveness
#love
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oskar
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:59am
20th Dec 2024 11:59am
breakfast
breakfast
We have views of the ocean
that today looks as poets, say "sun-kissed"
ok, so it is winter sun
sitting inside looking out, it doesn't matter
our first meal of the day is modest
toasts, cheese, and sliced bananas
I have glanced at the morning papers
on the net, the London -Guardian covers
news, but I care less about some contributors
who are biased towards, Russia and repeats
the same lies about Putin
also against Trump
None of this matters today the view is
of the sea, is marvelous and the TV is...
We have views of the ocean
that today looks as poets, say "sun-kissed"
ok, so it is winter sun
sitting inside looking out, it doesn't matter
our first meal of the day is modest
toasts, cheese, and sliced bananas
I have glanced at the morning papers
on the net, the London -Guardian covers
news, but I care less about some contributors
who are biased towards, Russia and repeats
the same lies about Putin
also against Trump
None of this matters today the view is
of the sea, is marvelous and the TV is...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude #love
#gratitude #love
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Connotation
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 6:50am
19th Dec 2024 6:50am
Faithful Poetry
Traversed as risen
From dark firmament inward
Christ conquering death
From dark firmament inward
Christ conquering death
#forgiveness
#metaphor
#morality
#spiritual
#haiku
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oskar
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:08am
17th Dec 2024 10:08am
the warped tree (edited)
A Warped Tree
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since
I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and
were little stories
The pity is that I have to write without a publisher
can't afford to hire one; those I dare to ask run a thousand miles
one of them, a poor man, is a lecturer at Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled
in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal color ...
Today, when not arguing with Walter the Jew on Facebook
the ambiance in the house was surprisingly calm since
I got a key to my study in peace to read my latest collection
and found, at times, the poems had an internal rhyme and
were little stories
The pity is that I have to write without a publisher
can't afford to hire one; those I dare to ask run a thousand miles
one of them, a poor man, is a lecturer at Udevalla
Last year, I visited a crooked tree so shy its roots curled
in bashfulness, and its leaves took an autumnal color ...
#courage
#emotions
#forgiveness
#love
#motivational
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Dec 2024 11:43pm
6th Dec 2024 11:43pm
she left me for a woman
She left me for a woman.
What can I say it just happened . a lost puppy
she avoided me at first but ate the food
skeptical in her young life, she has suffered
cruelty
I was watching TV when she decided to
throw her lot in with me, but he head on my
left food, how did she know I was a lefty
sat for an hour, not daring to move
she woke, stretched, and made signs she needed
a pee, but I had to go with her
Now that I was the master, I made rules
which she ignored at times
She had my mascot from Norway because
it had...
What can I say it just happened . a lost puppy
she avoided me at first but ate the food
skeptical in her young life, she has suffered
cruelty
I was watching TV when she decided to
throw her lot in with me, but he head on my
left food, how did she know I was a lefty
sat for an hour, not daring to move
she woke, stretched, and made signs she needed
a pee, but I had to go with her
Now that I was the master, I made rules
which she ignored at times
She had my mascot from Norway because
it had...
#emotions
#forgiveness
#gratitude #happiness
#gratitude #happiness
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