Poems About Support by Top Critiquers
#support
Poems about support by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
The Egg Cracker
Visual Dedication
#courage
#friendship
#support
#admiration
#RupiKaur
419 reads
31 Comments
c**ting time
your sadness peaked--
opium poppies in the darkness
I fell off the bed with dreams of you
a spike in my arm was little relief
for the pounding in my skull
I ache at midnight forgetting your name
you kiss my sin and I remember what I'm trying to forget
it's the beauty of your brokenness that haunts me
each scar a testimony
one of truth inside the pain
your pain is beautiful
corsetted hurt tightly bound lest it escapes
you keep each complaint inside
for fear if it did escape
your world...
opium poppies in the darkness
I fell off the bed with dreams of you
a spike in my arm was little relief
for the pounding in my skull
I ache at midnight forgetting your name
you kiss my sin and I remember what I'm trying to forget
it's the beauty of your brokenness that haunts me
each scar a testimony
one of truth inside the pain
your pain is beautiful
corsetted hurt tightly bound lest it escapes
you keep each complaint inside
for fear if it did escape
your world...
#love
#beauty
#support #admiration
#support #admiration
201 reads
8 Comments
[ Classic Corner ] honest critique
we all make mistakes here and there
but when the poetry you share
still suffers from typos and misspells
your most glaring error in judgement
seems to be in the very least to me
believing your readers actually
care enough to point out such
and even though i was never a fan
i just thought it was worth a mention
but when the poetry you share
still suffers from typos and misspells
your most glaring error in judgement
seems to be in the very least to me
believing your readers actually
care enough to point out such
and even though i was never a fan
i just thought it was worth a mention
#WritingPoetry
#support
#reading #RupiKaur
#reading #RupiKaur
193 reads
16 Comments
WHEN TWO HEARTS COLLIDE
When you meet someone for the very first time after only hearing there voice how do you know, that you're a match made in heaven once aline by the stars within the darken skies for what kind of connectivity do you have in the depth within your souls, for does the symmetries of lines match as they inline for what kind of energy does your mind create when you meet eye to eye.
For even as your primal heat rises what kind of feelings do you feel deep...
For even as your primal heat rises what kind of feelings do you feel deep...
#love
#honesty
#FallingInLove
#support
#respect
123 reads
0 Comments
Rest Stop ~ with Carpe Noctem
Maybe it's just I'm sleep deprived
Maybe it's that I'm all starry eyed
But if I could I'd pause time with you
Hold you here; suspended now,
Forever an unanswerable how,
Perfect moments, each one new
Like weavers of the mist
we can sew matching sweaters
Hot coco on cold winters eve
A head in a lap, an arm in arm, or a hand held securely within palm
Faces buried into comfort, coiled, like serpents in embrace.
Interlaced and connected,
In endless time and boundless space
This is our secret place
that...
Maybe it's that I'm all starry eyed
But if I could I'd pause time with you
Hold you here; suspended now,
Forever an unanswerable how,
Perfect moments, each one new
Like weavers of the mist
we can sew matching sweaters
Hot coco on cold winters eve
A head in a lap, an arm in arm, or a hand held securely within palm
Faces buried into comfort, coiled, like serpents in embrace.
Interlaced and connected,
In endless time and boundless space
This is our secret place
that...
#love
#friendship
#support
#admiration
#crush
224 reads
labour of love
he sweat all day
chopping the wood
splitting the logs
she swept the chimney
blackened the grate
laid kindling and filled the scuttle
when winter came
the fire burned
and burned
chopping the wood
splitting the logs
she swept the chimney
blackened the grate
laid kindling and filled the scuttle
when winter came
the fire burned
and burned
#wife
#husband
#support #respect
#support #respect
70 reads
16 Comments
For the Poets
dripping rain...
the silence
between each drop
as they fall
from leaf
to
l
e
a
f
Harry Rout 2019
the silence
between each drop
as they fall
from leaf
to
l
e
a
f
Harry Rout 2019
#friendship
#support
246 reads
Coruscation
Freedom is a funny thing
Perspective of eyes
Family lore
History
When a candle flickers
we assume
the light burns
still burns strong
it’s just a light gale
Some tapers
or tea cups
sparkle
for our benefit
public assurances
Sometimes
the flicker
signals
the struggle
keepsake
keeping
the flame
alive
When the fuel
no longer combusts
too painful
to spark
…
it is time
to
twinkle
;;;
no longer ...
Perspective of eyes
Family lore
History
When a candle flickers
we assume
the light burns
still burns strong
it’s just a light gale
Some tapers
or tea cups
sparkle
for our benefit
public assurances
Sometimes
the flicker
signals
the struggle
keepsake
keeping
the flame
alive
When the fuel
no longer combusts
too painful
to spark
…
it is time
to
twinkle
;;;
no longer ...
#sadness
#love
#stars #support
#stars #support
274 reads
22 Comments
Belle's Beast
She was beaten into a crumpled pile, he never feared as he approached
There was the smell of torturous pain all around, the walls of his realm broached
Lost in the wilderness of her mind, where her abuser left her for dead
Some how her finder could her the words of abuse in her head
He could hear the words echoing, "slut" and "whore" all around
He could feel the giant fist continually pounding her down
Treated as a dog, made to crawl on all four
Yes, hold on Lil Momma, let me open the door
He could had kicked it in, but why inflict...
There was the smell of torturous pain all around, the walls of his realm broached
Lost in the wilderness of her mind, where her abuser left her for dead
Some how her finder could her the words of abuse in her head
He could hear the words echoing, "slut" and "whore" all around
He could feel the giant fist continually pounding her down
Treated as a dog, made to crawl on all four
Yes, hold on Lil Momma, let me open the door
He could had kicked it in, but why inflict...
#abuse
#bullying
#support #revenge
#support #revenge
162 reads
6 Comments
For The Living
Trail-blazing evolution
paint-balling poetry onto blank pages
words grass-hopper along the lines
linking concepts in novel pictures
magnetising Stephen King
for summary execution,
pirate’s treasure-trove
buried beneath crackling sands of DUP
NaPo hosting stars A+
with exemplary encouragement
masterminded
through calm psychology
as Magnetron spots anomalies,
Bloody Mary walks the spittle-talk
and an architect stretches designs
to incorporate pencilled portraiture
of history’s heroism with...
paint-balling poetry onto blank pages
words grass-hopper along the lines
linking concepts in novel pictures
magnetising Stephen King
for summary execution,
pirate’s treasure-trove
buried beneath crackling sands of DUP
NaPo hosting stars A+
with exemplary encouragement
masterminded
through calm psychology
as Magnetron spots anomalies,
Bloody Mary walks the spittle-talk
and an architect stretches designs
to incorporate pencilled portraiture
of history’s heroism with...
#WritingPoetry
#support
#respect
190 reads
16 Comments
Love
Comedy double acts, adventurous
explorers, travelling companions,
I got your back, fierce fighters, mime
artists in silent play, when looking at
each other, taking our breath away
#friendship
#support
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
25 reads
2 Comments
two coffees in camden.
my friend spoke to me—
of her partner always
having to be doing
something,
how he must be seen
out in a sea full of humanity—
accompanied by the touch
of the old drink,
i looked at her with
a look only she knew—
how i knew this was not
her veil nor her cloth,
i think her words
answered every question—
i watched the colour drain
from her warm skin,
my lips—
remained unsplit
in her...
of her partner always
having to be doing
something,
how he must be seen
out in a sea full of humanity—
accompanied by the touch
of the old drink,
i looked at her with
a look only she knew—
how i knew this was not
her veil nor her cloth,
i think her words
answered every question—
i watched the colour drain
from her warm skin,
my lips—
remained unsplit
in her...
#BestFriend
#confessional
#support
23 reads
12 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Support by Top Critiquers