Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Today 10:43am
Today 10:43am
It Still Isn't You
Your disease brought me closer to a decision
i know now who my true love is
It still isn't you!
While your laying there, let me introduce you to my true love
Here she is
Look at her
Young, spry and gorgeous
You use to be special many many years ago
Now your laying here, given a few weeks to live
You did nothing all your life to help yourself
You should have given me my divorce when you still had the energy, years ago
You can't even lift your head up
See you at your funeral
i know now who my true love is
It still isn't you!
While your laying there, let me introduce you to my true love
Here she is
Look at her
Young, spry and gorgeous
You use to be special many many years ago
Now your laying here, given a few weeks to live
You did nothing all your life to help yourself
You should have given me my divorce when you still had the energy, years ago
You can't even lift your head up
See you at your funeral
#death
#funeral
#girlfriend #marriage
#girlfriend #marriage
28 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Sep 2024 6:41pm
25th Sep 2024 6:41pm
Husband to Wife
Middle of the night
She's having a hot flash
I dry her back
Always ask if she needs help
Drying the front
She declines
I tell her to remind me
To feel her up later
No answer
I'll attempt it anyway
She's got a great rack
She's having a hot flash
I dry her back
Always ask if she needs help
Drying the front
She declines
I tell her to remind me
To feel her up later
No answer
I'll attempt it anyway
She's got a great rack
#CharlesBukowski
#EECummings
#LifeAsAWriter
#lust
#marriage
192 reads
20 Comments
crimsin
Unveiling
Unveiling
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 4:17pm
16th Sep 2024 4:17pm
maturity
uncertain fate frightens me
never afraid in my youth
spin the wheel of dreams
visions speak for me
in the unveiled future
turn the key and open a door for me
the misty water seems cast against me
guilty confession I feel like it's my fault
no matter the case
maturity is taking responsibility for yourself
tit for Tat is a kids' game and it has no place in love
broken-hearted. I broke my own heart trying to get even
death couldn't come sooner
hateful curse I hurt myself
he seems immune to my...
never afraid in my youth
spin the wheel of dreams
visions speak for me
in the unveiled future
turn the key and open a door for me
the misty water seems cast against me
guilty confession I feel like it's my fault
no matter the case
maturity is taking responsibility for yourself
tit for Tat is a kids' game and it has no place in love
broken-hearted. I broke my own heart trying to get even
death couldn't come sooner
hateful curse I hurt myself
he seems immune to my...
#marriage
129 reads
5 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
23rd Dec 2024 7:30am
23rd Dec 2024 7:30am
O KAMA SUTRA
O Kama Sutra, be our guide:
teach us how man and woman 'ride',
all those positions known to you -
open them up within our view,
positions that are BEST for US
to achieve the best coitus!
So help this husband and his wife
best consummate their married life,
its pages we together read,
to follow where your wise words lead....
teach us how man and woman 'ride',
all those positions known to you -
open them up within our view,
positions that are BEST for US
to achieve the best coitus!
So help this husband and his wife
best consummate their married life,
its pages we together read,
to follow where your wise words lead....
#marriage
#sex
154 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
13th Dec 2024 3:51pm
13th Dec 2024 3:51pm
GET OUT OF MY LIFE
Let's take a moment to analyze, as we reflect upon the uncrossing, of our history and life 💖 together. 🤔 For sure I have been very grateful enough to know when it's over and done , between us but yet I truly wonder is it really over between us. 🤨. For it is true that we have so much history together, it would be a shame to watch it go away and never truly return. 😔 Yet I know it would be best for me and you, being that we are always fighting and arguing back to back and going at each other like cats and dogs. 🤨 Almost to the point of no return from...
#BestFriend
#friendship
#LifeCycle
#lover
#marriage
84 reads
0 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
26th Nov 2024 10:03am
Kids
Our ancient wooden coffee table has bite marks on every edge.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
The carpet, expensive all those years ago,is now worn and stained in many places.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
The walls and doors
have all got dings in them from someone.I never saw the little buggers doing it, but they did.
Now the home is empty and every piece of it tells a story.
I never saw the little buggers leave, but they did.
#aging
#fatherhood
#marriage
#motherhood
#nostalgia
73 reads
1 Comment
Honoria
Poem Published
20th Aug 2024 11:49am
20th Aug 2024 11:49am
The Cycling Self
There is an
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
emptiness
that never
seems to…
empty…
itself
No matter
the groups
or therapies
encountered
to relieve
A pain
Always present
in some niggling
manner I loathe
because
I thought
I conquered it
Finding peace
in nature
and gratitude
amongst loved ones
can ease
the burden
of this…
Cross
BUT
It’s ever present
and always
carried
on my
Left
shoulder
...
#betrayal
#cancer
#marriage #WritingPoetry
#marriage #WritingPoetry
492 reads
52 Comments
Betty
Poem Published
20th Jul 2022 1:49am
20th Jul 2022 1:49am
indisposed
my nipples hardened
at the
unmistakable
sound of
madness
it takes
that some days
it takes
the fine shine
of unpredictability
to remind me
how
gentle
love
is
at the
unmistakable
sound of
madness
it takes
that some days
it takes
the fine shine
of unpredictability
to remind me
how
gentle
love
is
#love
#marriage
457 reads
4 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
10th Jul 2024 7:21pm
10th Jul 2024 7:21pm
just rip it off already
she called me one night
outta nowhere
said she got my number from my aunt
{that's a whole other fucked up ball of wax right there}
& did I know how to reach him
she was desperate
any day now she was expecting
{...his...twins...}
not at all surprised
I sighed
listened to her tell how he'd tried to shoot her
shaking my head in disbelief
because even then...she stayed
abuse is a crushing iron fist
I get it
{that one especially}
as she sobbed about how he vanished
not long after their...
outta nowhere
said she got my number from my aunt
{that's a whole other fucked up ball of wax right there}
& did I know how to reach him
she was desperate
any day now she was expecting
{...his...twins...}
not at all surprised
I sighed
listened to her tell how he'd tried to shoot her
shaking my head in disbelief
because even then...she stayed
abuse is a crushing iron fist
I get it
{that one especially}
as she sobbed about how he vanished
not long after their...
#deception
#LifeStruggles
#marriage #MovingOn
#marriage #MovingOn
188 reads
8 Comments
Ahavati
Tams
Tams
Poem Published
11th Oct 2019 9:58pm
11th Oct 2019 9:58pm
Footsteps
( For David in memory of Lisa )
“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
—Emily Dickinson
You are not alone
gestating in that cocoon—
fat from summer leaves of grief
I have not forgotten
her footsteps either—
mortar to a family of bricks
solidly weathered into their own
structure of wedded life
Our 41 year-old friendship
in an ultra-conservative city
excommunicating free thinkers...
“Dying is a wild night and a new road.”
—Emily Dickinson
You are not alone
gestating in that cocoon—
fat from summer leaves of grief
I have not forgotten
her footsteps either—
mortar to a family of bricks
solidly weathered into their own
structure of wedded life
Our 41 year-old friendship
in an ultra-conservative city
excommunicating free thinkers...
#love
#grief
#marriage
#friendship
#death
1292 reads
PAR
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 1:26pm
18th Oct 2024 1:26pm
Man
Man, the softness of your presence
like rain that awakens the aroma of the earth.
Your essence penetrates deeply
in the roots of my soul, nourishing.
The days are adorned by your scrumptious joy
where every moment shared is a feast for the spirit.
You are the warmth of the sun on winter days
a beacon guiding through the darkness.
You dwell in me not as a guest
but as an integral part of who I am.
Your smiles echo in my memories
drawing serene landscapes in my thoughts.
You are the calm in the chaos, the gentle...
like rain that awakens the aroma of the earth.
Your essence penetrates deeply
in the roots of my soul, nourishing.
The days are adorned by your scrumptious joy
where every moment shared is a feast for the spirit.
You are the warmth of the sun on winter days
a beacon guiding through the darkness.
You dwell in me not as a guest
but as an integral part of who I am.
Your smiles echo in my memories
drawing serene landscapes in my thoughts.
You are the calm in the chaos, the gentle...
#husband
#love
#marriage
#men
#mirror
159 reads
10 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Dec 2024 00:05am
4th Dec 2024 00:05am
Adulation Bombastry
In a daze of phlogiston and aether
and steampunk chunks of yesteryear vapor
I wrote love sonnets just to bequeath her
on a myriad of fine craft paper...
all for the castles in her maven sky
of woolgathering watercolor drops
the sunbeams brought to her passage bird eye
from lupine fields and fresh Aegilops.
She the canny nymph, and I the satyr,
who hoped she'd take a turn upon my flute
somewhere in my cavorting to mate her
or nurse the dew from her paradise fruit...
raised in that old Virginia for lovers
she already...
and steampunk chunks of yesteryear vapor
I wrote love sonnets just to bequeath her
on a myriad of fine craft paper...
all for the castles in her maven sky
of woolgathering watercolor drops
the sunbeams brought to her passage bird eye
from lupine fields and fresh Aegilops.
She the canny nymph, and I the satyr,
who hoped she'd take a turn upon my flute
somewhere in my cavorting to mate her
or nurse the dew from her paradise fruit...
raised in that old Virginia for lovers
she already...
#marriage
#PowerOfWords
#romantic
#wife
#WritingPoetry
212 reads
10 Comments
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