Poems About Support Seeking Honest Critique
#support
Poems about support seeking honest critique. Honest feedback has been requested for these poems.
Karens
Watching these poor men
I can fractionally understand
When the thought crosses
Shit
I wish I could hit a woman.
I can fractionally understand
When the thought crosses
Shit
I wish I could hit a woman.
#bullying
#support
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Wave of Rage
This monster
Well fed and overgrown
Stares darkly
A hound near his throne
The stench of fear dissolves
It was threatening my resolve
Driving my blade through
As it rears with reaching claws
Raising the mutts head
One single purpose arose
One thought as eyes lock
Stirs hope that points us home
Where I intend to take him.
Well fed and overgrown
Stares darkly
A hound near his throne
The stench of fear dissolves
It was threatening my resolve
Driving my blade through
As it rears with reaching claws
Raising the mutts head
One single purpose arose
One thought as eyes lock
Stirs hope that points us home
Where I intend to take him.
#anger
#love
#depression
#support
#responsibility
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When She Says her Name is Weed
There are treasures not hidden but here in plain sight
Some might notice the new buds in the giving sunlight
Not yet set within the colors of coiled petals
Surrounded by numerous broods of flowers in a meadow
Some prefer to find where the concrete rose grows
It's unseen form behind ruins
Old store rows
To pluck and use wherever they go in deprave
The rose to finally die in a glass shaped grave
No
I seek the open flower
Facing the sun
Asking to be devoured
By way of outstretched
Pediculums ...
Some might notice the new buds in the giving sunlight
Not yet set within the colors of coiled petals
Surrounded by numerous broods of flowers in a meadow
Some prefer to find where the concrete rose grows
It's unseen form behind ruins
Old store rows
To pluck and use wherever they go in deprave
The rose to finally die in a glass shaped grave
No
I seek the open flower
Facing the sun
Asking to be devoured
By way of outstretched
Pediculums ...
#sex
#friendship
#support #SelfWorth
#support #SelfWorth
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Closure
We used to be more, but we're better as less
We traded some laughs, and we both went through hell
It's been quite a while since we had parted ways
I'm glad after all I can call you my friend
Call it crazy, call it wild
I know it's hard to understand
Forget the tears, forget the fights
And cherish instead the smiles and good times
We speak to each other without saying a word
Yet I still can't laugh at most of your jokes
After all this time, you still know me so well
If you ever need me you know I'll be there
...
We traded some laughs, and we both went through hell
It's been quite a while since we had parted ways
I'm glad after all I can call you my friend
Call it crazy, call it wild
I know it's hard to understand
Forget the tears, forget the fights
And cherish instead the smiles and good times
We speak to each other without saying a word
Yet I still can't laugh at most of your jokes
After all this time, you still know me so well
If you ever need me you know I'll be there
...
#love
#BestFriend
#breakup #support
#breakup #support
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Rocky is Dad, Dad is Rocky
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
But do not let your spirit wane,
Wage war with your agile mind,
Let your flame thrower eyes conquer the pain.
Rocky Dad, climb up off the canvas,
Get back up on your feet,
We do not throw in the towel,
We do not do defeat.
Navigate the chasms of hurt,
Pilot through the storm,
Assassinate the saturnine imposter,
We are invincible, we are the strong.
Many people are afraid to dance,
Remember that YOU are not!
You can out-jive the devil,
Teach the...
But do not let your spirit wane,
Wage war with your agile mind,
Let your flame thrower eyes conquer the pain.
Rocky Dad, climb up off the canvas,
Get back up on your feet,
We do not throw in the towel,
We do not do defeat.
Navigate the chasms of hurt,
Pilot through the storm,
Assassinate the saturnine imposter,
We are invincible, we are the strong.
Many people are afraid to dance,
Remember that YOU are not!
You can out-jive the devil,
Teach the...
#motivational
#inspirational
#support
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The Therapist's Summary
Lauryn was born in 1998 and remained an only child. She and her mother forged deep bonds through their shared struggles after Lauryn's father, now deceased, abandoned them when she was just 14 years old.
Lauryn’s first sexual experience came at age 16, marking a turning point in her life. Since then, she has led an active and uninhibited sex life, seeking connection and solace through physical intimacy.
Lauren enjoyed a deep bond with her mother, her only close remaining family member. In early May of this year, Lauryn’s world was shattered by the loss of her mother to...
Lauryn’s first sexual experience came at age 16, marking a turning point in her life. Since then, she has led an active and uninhibited sex life, seeking connection and solace through physical intimacy.
Lauren enjoyed a deep bond with her mother, her only close remaining family member. In early May of this year, Lauryn’s world was shattered by the loss of her mother to...
#LifeStruggles
#support
#healing
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We Are Connected
We are connected, through our hearts and our dreams
In what we aspire, and in what we believe
I see you in your true colors
And I'm left in absolute wonder.
-
Our souls recognize each other
They rejoice in our success, and mourn what we suffer
I only feel at peace when held in your arms
Your calming scent envelops me in its otherworldly charm.
-
We are connected, through our past and our future
The result of our union produces a being even purer
Than the the rarest of gems that bore fruit from the earth
Forget the...
In what we aspire, and in what we believe
I see you in your true colors
And I'm left in absolute wonder.
-
Our souls recognize each other
They rejoice in our success, and mourn what we suffer
I only feel at peace when held in your arms
Your calming scent envelops me in its otherworldly charm.
-
We are connected, through our past and our future
The result of our union produces a being even purer
Than the the rarest of gems that bore fruit from the earth
Forget the...
#spiritual
#rhyming
#honesty
#support
#respect
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A Dark Place
My love
I cannot find you
In this darkness
With this smell
I hear small drops plunging into a cavernous well
The air is thick here
Rocks run cold under my hand
I call your name
Feeling the way through this new land
Father death has not shown
It gives me hope
I hear a small moan
Close
Close
You are but you arent
Near
Then far each time
I run to you love
But I do not know this design
Fighting two beings
Both running
Both hiding
I look back at the way ...
I cannot find you
In this darkness
With this smell
I hear small drops plunging into a cavernous well
The air is thick here
Rocks run cold under my hand
I call your name
Feeling the way through this new land
Father death has not shown
It gives me hope
I hear a small moan
Close
Close
You are but you arent
Near
Then far each time
I run to you love
But I do not know this design
Fighting two beings
Both running
Both hiding
I look back at the way ...
#love
#depression
#support #IMissYou
#support #IMissYou
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Watching Over You
Sending you art
I can't be there
But I'll always know
A part of me is watching over you
I can't be there
But I'll always know
A part of me is watching over you
#love
#kindness
#gratitude
#art
#support
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Blue Beast (A Glimpse of Her)
Her expression bears a semblance of beautiful commotion
Spilled in poems of distant memory and listless melancholia
You feel her soul crawling through every line and word
Wondering how dark and excruciating for some life can be
The anonymity of this virtual world only lets us get a peek
But her art is strong enough to let us know that
She fights
She survives
She hurts
She strives even when she questions it herself
Like undying love
Beaten and broken but with an intense resolve
Feeling Blue
Every morsel of hope seems...
Spilled in poems of distant memory and listless melancholia
You feel her soul crawling through every line and word
Wondering how dark and excruciating for some life can be
The anonymity of this virtual world only lets us get a peek
But her art is strong enough to let us know that
She fights
She survives
She hurts
She strives even when she questions it herself
Like undying love
Beaten and broken but with an intense resolve
Feeling Blue
Every morsel of hope seems...
#friendship
#support
#respect
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6 Comments
i owe you all
there is no one i ask for help
except for you,
except for you.
there are many to ask me for help
except for me,
except for me.
and most importantly,
i‘ll forget to care about me
while i care about anyone else.
lost sleep, messy room,
dirty clothes, lazy person.
i owe you all
i want to put me first,
but i fail every time
except for you,
except for you.
there are many to ask me for help
except for me,
except for me.
and most importantly,
i‘ll forget to care about me
while i care about anyone else.
lost sleep, messy room,
dirty clothes, lazy person.
i owe you all
i want to put me first,
but i fail every time
#kindness
#support
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Perception of addiction
Hey I don’t know if I’m going to jail on Monday
I don’t know if they’re going to drug test me on Monday
But I do know if they do I’m going to cry
I’ll probably be dry
Dry heaving while I’m crying trying to pee in a cup
While a stranger watches this great show my anxiety will create
I’m terrified the judge is going to look at me
And say in the most polite and professional way
Go fuck yourself
And I will do as he:she says
In cuffs
Hands and ankles and I will go back to the striped...
I don’t know if they’re going to drug test me on Monday
But I do know if they do I’m going to cry
I’ll probably be dry
Dry heaving while I’m crying trying to pee in a cup
While a stranger watches this great show my anxiety will create
I’m terrified the judge is going to look at me
And say in the most polite and professional way
Go fuck yourself
And I will do as he:she says
In cuffs
Hands and ankles and I will go back to the striped...
#addiction
#prison
#support
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DU Poetry : Poems About Support Seeking Honest Critique