Poems About Support Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about support published by members recently online.
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
One Bullet, Five Chances
I came to you for a problem
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
#inspirational
#motivational
#suicide #support
#suicide #support
116 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
One Bullet, Five Chances
I came to you for a problem
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
#inspirational
#motivational
#suicide #support
#suicide #support
116 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
One Bullet, Five Chances
I came to you for a problem
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
#inspirational
#motivational
#suicide #support
#suicide #support
116 reads
9 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
24th Mar 2025 3:47pm
One Bullet, Five Chances
I came to you for a problem
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
Instead, all I heard were your problems!
I really needed you in these dark times
I had no one else to talk to
I truly thought I meant something to you
I guess not
You can't stop talking about yourself, can you?
It's sickening how self-centered and vain you really are
Even when it's negative, you seem to address it, like some exciting movie script
You don't care what kind of audience you have
As long as they have a pulse
Someone could be lying on the ground dying,
and you would talk about your day or...
#inspirational
#motivational
#suicide #support
#suicide #support
116 reads
9 Comments
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
HAMMOCK STRINGS (4-17-1994; Galveston Island Texas)n a
spring birds sing
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
#inspirational
#peace
#gratitude
#support
#healing
176 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
HAMMOCK STRINGS (4-17-1994; Galveston Island Texas)n a
spring birds sing
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
#inspirational
#peace
#gratitude
#support
#healing
176 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
HAMMOCK STRINGS (4-17-1994; Galveston Island Texas)n a
spring birds sing
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
#inspirational
#peace
#gratitude
#support
#healing
176 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
HAMMOCK STRINGS (4-17-1994; Galveston Island Texas)n a
spring birds sing
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
#inspirational
#peace
#gratitude
#support
#healing
176 reads
1 Comment
OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
19th Mar 2024 1:04am
HAMMOCK STRINGS (4-17-1994; Galveston Island Texas)n a
spring birds sing
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
wind chimes ring
a sleepy breeze
comes over me
as i cocoon myself away
so effortlessly disconnected
from timeless hours
especially when
i need to most
now peacefully cradled
so weightlessly away
i drift suspended
in all these tranquil
hammock strings
which have recently
become
a sudden
healing necessity
in my life
especially when
i need them most
in which
i sail...
#inspirational
#peace
#gratitude
#support
#healing
176 reads
1 Comment
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
160 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
160 reads
10 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
24th Jan 2025 2:38pm
~the syneresis moon
his eyes are in a fixated
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
long stare at mine..
in a unbearably delicate
holding of so much
tears and words
he wants to
cry out
& say..
yet he’s here
in a determined
stagnant stare
shines his
the ever iron clad
pitch black coal
eyes.. only that
now the syneresing
irises are in a separating…
… as pulpy famine greys
with the inner broken
yet the somehow running
& holding patterns
of a crinkly petallous
sepia blooms..
fading out
to a distant ...
#family
#illness
#love
#moon
#support
160 reads
10 Comments
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