Poems About Memories Seeking Honest Critique
#memories
Poems about memories seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 8:18pm
22nd Dec 2024 8:18pm
Popeye, dump that bitch Olive Oyl
Where's me spinach, Olive Oyl?
Why blow me over, Olive Oyl?
Diamonds are a girls best friend, says Olive Oyl
That's malarchy, Olive Oyl
Popeye, you and Bluto need to fight over me, whoever wins can take me out dancing, says Olive Oyl
Will Popeye ever dump that bitch Olive Oyl?
Why blow me over, Olive Oyl?
Diamonds are a girls best friend, says Olive Oyl
That's malarchy, Olive Oyl
Popeye, you and Bluto need to fight over me, whoever wins can take me out dancing, says Olive Oyl
Will Popeye ever dump that bitch Olive Oyl?
#memories
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
97 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 7:59pm
22nd Dec 2024 7:59pm
Suffering Succotash
Couldn't Warner Brothers just once, have Sylvester the Cat eat that little wise ass Tweety Bird?
Sure, there were a few cartoons where Sylvester manages to briefly eat Tweety up, but usually Granny or some other character makes Sylvester spit Tweety out of his mouth.
It's a damn shame, since this cat needed his protein.
Sylvester never had a break. Always getting pummeled by Granny, Spike the Bulldog or even Tweety Bird.
There was even some early episodes where he's paired up with Porky Pig. Porky Pig would scold him, since Sylvester was a scaredy cat and would get Porky...
Sure, there were a few cartoons where Sylvester manages to briefly eat Tweety up, but usually Granny or some other character makes Sylvester spit Tweety out of his mouth.
It's a damn shame, since this cat needed his protein.
Sylvester never had a break. Always getting pummeled by Granny, Spike the Bulldog or even Tweety Bird.
There was even some early episodes where he's paired up with Porky Pig. Porky Pig would scold him, since Sylvester was a scaredy cat and would get Porky...
#memories
#nostalgia
#PopCulture
87 reads
6 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
22nd Dec 2024 4:00am
22nd Dec 2024 4:00am
When you are crying in the rain
to what end
true tears of joy
or streams of sorrow
moments all washed way
true tears of joy
or streams of sorrow
moments all washed way
#grief
#love
#memories
76 reads
3 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
21st Dec 2024 5:28pm
21st Dec 2024 5:28pm
To Nathan
I think about you sometimes and
it’s all too clear you’re probably dead.
You weren’t an icon of stability
back when we used to speak,
your bald and elongated skull
reminding me of a criminal
my mother used to know
(not to use phrenology).
You wrote dark poetry
and were the reason why
the underground started to give
warnings of extreme themes.
If I was older then I might
have been more curious
and asked the pertinent questions,
less wrapped up in my own traumas.
I thought perhaps some scary man ...
it’s all too clear you’re probably dead.
You weren’t an icon of stability
back when we used to speak,
your bald and elongated skull
reminding me of a criminal
my mother used to know
(not to use phrenology).
You wrote dark poetry
and were the reason why
the underground started to give
warnings of extreme themes.
If I was older then I might
have been more curious
and asked the pertinent questions,
less wrapped up in my own traumas.
I thought perhaps some scary man ...
#abuse
#death
#friendship #memories
#friendship #memories
97 reads
2 Comments
RyanBlackborough
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 9:48pm
20th Dec 2024 9:48pm
No uncertain terms (simply confounding)
Harsh asymmetrical contour following dislocated noncontextual departure.
Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination.
Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose consistently, in linear circumnavigation.
A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence.
The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance.
Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its function.
Leaving spaces unfilled by way of impetus, whilst evidently...
Roaming, haphazardly choreographed with precise misaligned determination.
Mindfully staggering indistinguishable purpose consistently, in linear circumnavigation.
A matter of process, a state of perpetual traversal, saves from permanence.
The ad infinitum of specificity is quantum, the superposition allowing consistent continuity while indelibly transposing by observance.
Redundant to its operation, yet necessary in its function.
Leaving spaces unfilled by way of impetus, whilst evidently...
#memories
#SelfReflection
176 reads
7 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 4:27pm
20th Dec 2024 4:27pm
Husk of a shell of my former self
we used to dance
on the beach
naked
in the rain
right by the speakers
gyrating
all in the hips
as the saying goes
who was it that popped that first pill that night?
was it you
me, misremembering some Romeo and Juliet scene, with each putting the pill on the others tongue
the summer Australian heat permeating through the dance floors sweat soaked surface
fuck me you mouthed
as our eyes met from either side of the room
why stop at just one
when your reputation precedes...
on the beach
naked
in the rain
right by the speakers
gyrating
all in the hips
as the saying goes
who was it that popped that first pill that night?
was it you
me, misremembering some Romeo and Juliet scene, with each putting the pill on the others tongue
the summer Australian heat permeating through the dance floors sweat soaked surface
fuck me you mouthed
as our eyes met from either side of the room
why stop at just one
when your reputation precedes...
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
#philosophical
59 reads
3 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 3:39pm
20th Dec 2024 3:39pm
Time Encapsuled
100 years ago was 1924...
Macy's had their first parade!
My parents are not born yet.
Coolidge got his second term.
One third of cars they were electric!
All the movies silent screen, but...
they've now made the first TV!
No bikini bathing suits for 20 years!
Just 5 yrs since the pandemic...
2 packs of smokes were just a quarter.
5 years til the great depression.
Some things change. Some never do!
2024 is our present...
kids imagine their new genders...
both my parents are long dead and gone!
Trump...
Macy's had their first parade!
My parents are not born yet.
Coolidge got his second term.
One third of cars they were electric!
All the movies silent screen, but...
they've now made the first TV!
No bikini bathing suits for 20 years!
Just 5 yrs since the pandemic...
2 packs of smokes were just a quarter.
5 years til the great depression.
Some things change. Some never do!
2024 is our present...
kids imagine their new genders...
both my parents are long dead and gone!
Trump...
#historical
#memories
73 reads
1 Comment
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 2:29am
20th Dec 2024 2:29am
Jerk Off Girl
#memories
#sex
373 reads
7 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 6:28pm
19th Dec 2024 6:28pm
Nightmare Rules
What do you do...
when you cause...
your own fucking
NIGHTMARE?
I wrote about
the horrific
death of...
BOBBY!
He lost his
freaking
head...
LITERALLY!
In my nightmare...
Bobby's head was
rolling around...
FOLLOWING ME!
Nobody gave 2 shits...
that his head was
In every store at
THE FUCKING MALL!
It was a dream in my
head and I caused it
by imagining Bobby...
GROWN UP AND FUCKING ME!
Then I wrote about his
unexplained decapitation ...
when you cause...
your own fucking
NIGHTMARE?
I wrote about
the horrific
death of...
BOBBY!
He lost his
freaking
head...
LITERALLY!
In my nightmare...
Bobby's head was
rolling around...
FOLLOWING ME!
Nobody gave 2 shits...
that his head was
In every store at
THE FUCKING MALL!
It was a dream in my
head and I caused it
by imagining Bobby...
GROWN UP AND FUCKING ME!
Then I wrote about his
unexplained decapitation ...
#dark
#memories
#nightmares
97 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
19th Dec 2024 9:59am
19th Dec 2024 9:59am
Cousin Denise
#abuse
#dirty
#memories #sexy
#memories #sexy
88 reads
5 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
18th Dec 2024 10:25am
15 Billion
15 billion miles from Earth
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
My son sits and wonders what’s beyond the universe
A bunny hops into the grass and we laugh and giggle
I think my son can be an Astronaut for Ages
We stare at the sky sometimes I don’t know why
We watch 3 crows chase a bigger Hawk
We always appreciate the beauty of nature
Go in the back yard pitch baseballs in the net
As we do, me and you are like me,we are on a string
See bumble bees times two buzzing around us
So we throw the ball back and forth ...
#astronomy
#father
#memories
#son
#universe
57 reads
0 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 7:24pm
17th Dec 2024 7:24pm
Confined Solitude
I ramble on ways where fear and memories are eternal
Where my existence day after day becomes more painful
Then so, I live to meet you in my path someday
I don't possess the desire of being in heaven
Earthly feelings will take me to the insanity down below
One more time I seek in the depths of melancholy
And it's like the weight of my sadness will be arrested onto my feet
I will be left with this hurt and the death pain whispers
And if I can't forget your face I will die without even noticing
Sweet and enlightened death, end this...
Where my existence day after day becomes more painful
Then so, I live to meet you in my path someday
I don't possess the desire of being in heaven
Earthly feelings will take me to the insanity down below
One more time I seek in the depths of melancholy
And it's like the weight of my sadness will be arrested onto my feet
I will be left with this hurt and the death pain whispers
And if I can't forget your face I will die without even noticing
Sweet and enlightened death, end this...
#dark
#heartbroken
#love
#memories
#sadness
113 reads
4 Comments
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