Poems About Support by Top Critiquers
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Poems about support by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Legalize Patience & Understanding
You probably see what the photographer photographed
A variety of liquor bottles ready for purchase and consumption
I sorta see that too
Many see this image and think of people partying, having a good time,
getting drunk and maybe fucking their lover or some total stranger,
alcohol has that effect
Many people use it to relax after a hard days work or school
Some may see alcohol as a crutch, a friend,
something they can turn to when life gets to heavy or complex
Millions rely on alcohol to wash away their memories, their tragedies, ...
A variety of liquor bottles ready for purchase and consumption
I sorta see that too
Many see this image and think of people partying, having a good time,
getting drunk and maybe fucking their lover or some total stranger,
alcohol has that effect
Many people use it to relax after a hard days work or school
Some may see alcohol as a crutch, a friend,
something they can turn to when life gets to heavy or complex
Millions rely on alcohol to wash away their memories, their tragedies, ...
#addiction
#alcohol
#motivational
#nonfiction
#support
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The Light
I allowed you to take liberties
For your own comfortability
As I realize what I had seen
Was someone,who is in between.
Between, this world and the next,
Clawing my way out with “life” nets.
I refuse to receive a scar
Because my body has enough of its own
I do not need to see more of who you are
Because my soul is my own
Reveling in your debauchery
Revealing the conspiracy
Not seeing what I see
Not accepting the words that flows freely
I must be the understanding one
I must...
For your own comfortability
As I realize what I had seen
Was someone,who is in between.
Between, this world and the next,
Clawing my way out with “life” nets.
I refuse to receive a scar
Because my body has enough of its own
I do not need to see more of who you are
Because my soul is my own
Reveling in your debauchery
Revealing the conspiracy
Not seeing what I see
Not accepting the words that flows freely
I must be the understanding one
I must...
#depression
#hope
#inspirational
#sadness
#support
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17 Comments
waiting on a soul connection
little thoughts of beauty make me smile
with a grateful heart I enter another day
my hopes are that there are no surprises I can't handle
focusing on the positive
I won't get mean today
you wouldn't think that is a thing
but it is for the impatient
the key is to remember to be present in the moment
not racing ahead to the next destination
taking my time to smile at people
instead of cutting them with my eyes
it's been brought to my attention how vivid I can be
altering myself I realize I don't want to be sour
I want...
with a grateful heart I enter another day
my hopes are that there are no surprises I can't handle
focusing on the positive
I won't get mean today
you wouldn't think that is a thing
but it is for the impatient
the key is to remember to be present in the moment
not racing ahead to the next destination
taking my time to smile at people
instead of cutting them with my eyes
it's been brought to my attention how vivid I can be
altering myself I realize I don't want to be sour
I want...
#love
#spiritual
#support
112 reads
4 Comments
Sam I Am (SamNash)
Sam I am
Or hope to be
Like he
Though he’d deny
Why
My friend Sam
The not so simple man
I lead the caravan
Me, his number one fan
See, it goes something like this
For us dreamers who’s lives have gone amiss
We look to the one whose compass doesn’t drift
Even though he thinks he doesn’t have a grip
It’s how he roams these halls
His vulnerabilities telling all
He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s small
When quite honestly, he’s the tallest of all
He’s not afraid to tell us of his kinks ...
Or hope to be
Like he
Though he’d deny
Why
My friend Sam
The not so simple man
I lead the caravan
Me, his number one fan
See, it goes something like this
For us dreamers who’s lives have gone amiss
We look to the one whose compass doesn’t drift
Even though he thinks he doesn’t have a grip
It’s how he roams these halls
His vulnerabilities telling all
He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s small
When quite honestly, he’s the tallest of all
He’s not afraid to tell us of his kinks ...
#admiration
#friendship
#gratitude
#MyInspiration
#support
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18 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Expression Series, Visual III
#admiration
#friendship
#respect #support
#respect #support
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18 Comments
THE POWER OF ENERGY
It's been known since the beginning of time, that we have always been in situations that haven't done, anything for you except put fear in your mind and heart. For let's take a look at the many situations that we have been told that wasn't meant for us 😔 but yet we still didn't believe in what we see, only what we hear from spoken words. For what is it about negativity that draws you into a situation, that you continue to entertain to only find yourself, crying in the still of the night with inner senses of the pain. For what is it about positivity that makes you feel a different...
#gratitude
#happiness
#honesty
#love
#support
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I UNDERSTAND
I understand,
and take your hand.
No words needed,
you are heeded
through eye contact
and the impact
of your embrace
right in this place.
Few tears are shed
when hearts have bled.
And then you say,
hair brushed away,
"I knew you'd be
coming to me.
You've known me long,
you're my heart's song.
"You know, your face
can always chase
away my woes,
because - God knows -
you're an angel
in my trouble.
They broke the mould
of you. You're...
and take your hand.
No words needed,
you are heeded
through eye contact
and the impact
of your embrace
right in this place.
Few tears are shed
when hearts have bled.
And then you say,
hair brushed away,
"I knew you'd be
coming to me.
You've known me long,
you're my heart's song.
"You know, your face
can always chase
away my woes,
because - God knows -
you're an angel
in my trouble.
They broke the mould
of you. You're...
#friendship
#love
#rhyming
#sadness
#support
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4 Comments
HONESTLY, YOU REALLY DON'T MIND?
I hadn't seen her in
several years; then out
of the blue there was her
sensual voice on the phone.
After small talk and updating
the past, I told her I wanted to
see her as soon as it was convenient.
"Really?" she replied. "I'm not the
same "perfect doll" you once
circled the world in bed with."
"YES! A thousand times yes."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
She began her list:
"Do you want my fat body, I mean fat?"
"Oh, yes, I can feel and taste it now.,.
more...
several years; then out
of the blue there was her
sensual voice on the phone.
After small talk and updating
the past, I told her I wanted to
see her as soon as it was convenient.
"Really?" she replied. "I'm not the
same "perfect doll" you once
circled the world in bed with."
"YES! A thousand times yes."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
She began her list:
"Do you want my fat body, I mean fat?"
"Oh, yes, I can feel and taste it now.,.
more...
#girlfriend
#relationships
#honesty
#support
#admiration
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3 Comments
I Cut Myself and Thought of You
That's the kind of relationship we have
Mundane household chore
Blade went too far, just a slice
Clean, surgical in nature
It was that kind of week
Unsettling
It's not so bad though
I have you to share my pain
You appreciate gore and perversity
Unintentional
Had it been self harm
Well, there's always tomorrow
Mundane household chore
Blade went too far, just a slice
Clean, surgical in nature
It was that kind of week
Unsettling
It's not so bad though
I have you to share my pain
You appreciate gore and perversity
Unintentional
Had it been self harm
Well, there's always tomorrow
#LifeStruggles
#SelfHarm
#confessional
#gratitude
#support
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20 Comments
Oyster
we need your fire
we admire your force
we love your masculinity
you are the yang in our yin
the eye in our hurricane
the rock in our storm
you can choose
to use your hands
to heal or hurt
to open
your heart
or close it
to be a solid base
a safe place to bloom
or a bog in which we sink
you can make us or break us
embrace us or reject us
the choice is yours
in the end
you need us
as we need you
you are ratio
we...
we admire your force
we love your masculinity
you are the yang in our yin
the eye in our hurricane
the rock in our storm
you can choose
to use your hands
to heal or hurt
to open
your heart
or close it
to be a solid base
a safe place to bloom
or a bog in which we sink
you can make us or break us
embrace us or reject us
the choice is yours
in the end
you need us
as we need you
you are ratio
we...
#love
#support
1048 reads
44 Comments
~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
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10 Comments
Inkbrella
Ink becomes our strongest guard
and stories forge our strength
while words shield us from pain.
In every verse a fortress is built
against the storms that life will send.
With every line our souls are filled,
in writing we find a friend.
Our pen, a sword that cuts through dark.
Defends the heart from sorrow's bite.
With ink, we leave a lasting mark,
a beacon in the night.
and stories forge our strength
while words shield us from pain.
In every verse a fortress is built
against the storms that life will send.
With every line our souls are filled,
in writing we find a friend.
Our pen, a sword that cuts through dark.
Defends the heart from sorrow's bite.
With ink, we leave a lasting mark,
a beacon in the night.
#love
#support
#WritingPoetry
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6 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Support by Top Critiquers