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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Today 00:52am
Today 00:52am
When you take a stand
Let's be honest with thyself as strong as woman to woman, for we expect a level of respect and have a sense of intelligence, with common sense to articulate with understanding. What I'm saying is I need you to be able to see me, as I am as a woman very strong and intelligent as a person. For sure it's true that I've been down as I've been up since, I had no other choice. For sure I have my faith and beliefs, to help guide me through all that I have, to go through in life. But mostly I have my faith in my GOD ALMIGHTY, to protect me from harm from others and myself and protect me from the...
#dialogue
#hope
#respect
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
31 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:21pm
Yesterday 1:21pm
It's a blessing in disguise
It's a blessing when we can connect on a positive, level of energy and understanding and respect. FOR what we share and have as one love. For it's true, that we all will go through so much sometimes, that it will test our strength and commitment which could either. Make us or break us or just separate us, from the deepness of the truth of our love and hearts. But yet we will find the deepness of being reunited so comfortable, even with the struggles that we have to face in the very depths of the darkness. For sure it's necessary to be able to share our thoughts, and insight and spiritual...
#admiration
#courage
#gratitude
#happiness
#strength
47 reads
8 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:38am
Yesterday 4:38am
Jeebus
I'm dead in a ditch.
Jeebus did it because I believed.
He's a soul sucker, on his knees.
Kissing the people's feet.
I wish his fishing boat,
Would stop carrying me.
I'm 'bout to bounce,
And set myself free!
Free like the birds riding the sun,
Not to tomorrow.
I aint no Cinderelli dressed in yelly.
I'm the destroyer!
Leaving you all dead in ditches.
I suck your soul!
I sever heads!
Mindless. Tweeking.
Faith is my meth.
Now let me heal you,
With the...
Jeebus did it because I believed.
He's a soul sucker, on his knees.
Kissing the people's feet.
I wish his fishing boat,
Would stop carrying me.
I'm 'bout to bounce,
And set myself free!
Free like the birds riding the sun,
Not to tomorrow.
I aint no Cinderelli dressed in yelly.
I'm the destroyer!
Leaving you all dead in ditches.
I suck your soul!
I sever heads!
Mindless. Tweeking.
Faith is my meth.
Now let me heal you,
With the...
#funny
#religion
31 reads
4 Comments
ajay
Poem Published
1st Feb 2025 1:34am
1st Feb 2025 1:34am
Thankful for Small Mercies
A sculptor has to chip off stone
to make the form appear,
a poet has to shape the words
to make his meaning clear,
and so I shape and shape and shape
my words in every way,
but I don't come within a mile
of what I wish to say;
and so the page is crumpled up
and chucked into the bin,
and then upon a brand-new sheet
I once again begin
to write my thoughts a different way –
but once again I fail,
...
to make the form appear,
a poet has to shape the words
to make his meaning clear,
and so I shape and shape and shape
my words in every way,
but I don't come within a mile
of what I wish to say;
and so the page is crumpled up
and chucked into the bin,
and then upon a brand-new sheet
I once again begin
to write my thoughts a different way –
but once again I fail,
...
#WritingPoetry
41 reads
2 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 3:13pm
30th Jan 2025 3:13pm
AWAKENING
As I stop and look and listen not only to my own mind and heart, I listen carefully to what others have to say on what they think and say about some situations, for sure it's true we all have our own opinions on what we see and hear, and read between the lines ✍️ For it's a pleasure to be able to have grown FOLKS conversations, as we can agree or disagree, but yet come together with a positive level of understanding, and walk away with knowledge and wisdom and enlightenment. With insight and the spiritual subconsciousness of our lives and dreams. Still intact with our endless,...
#dialogue
#gratitude
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
51 reads
0 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
Without love
What is life without love, for is it still call life when we are alone in the dead of the night skies. THAT hangs upon our very words, like the silence of our night tears that seems, to be lost in the very mixture of unforgotten time. ⌚ For sure do we really know what is life without love, but yet we still crave that real feeling of love and affection, and support and understanding. Only to be denied that what we crave due to the point, that we start shifting our own personal thoughts, 🤔 to dive deeper than deep into the process of the way that, we think and believe in our heart...
#childhood
#fatherhood
#happiness
#LifeCycle
#motherhood
55 reads
0 Comments
MySmile
Besma
Besma
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 4:54pm
27th Jan 2025 4:54pm
She Walks In Silence
She walks in silence, like a lapping wave
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her powers disabled under the spell
the flame in wouldn’t break out of its shell.
Tempted to trace a humming call of fate
allured but reluctant to take the bait.
The strings of her heart lost their pitch and tone
the clutches of mind hurting to the bone.
Untraceable are the paths to no end
unable to soul unself and ascend.
She walks in silence, like a gliding breeze ...
drowned in chastity and flooded with rave
holding dear and tight her very beauties
denying all her gems and rubies.
Her powers disabled under the spell
the flame in wouldn’t break out of its shell.
Tempted to trace a humming call of fate
allured but reluctant to take the bait.
The strings of her heart lost their pitch and tone
the clutches of mind hurting to the bone.
Untraceable are the paths to no end
unable to soul unself and ascend.
She walks in silence, like a gliding breeze ...
#courage
#inspirational
#love
#strength
#TimeHeals
65 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 3:14pm
27th Jan 2025 3:14pm
Pun blossom
In the garden of words
I plant a pun or two
Cultivating humor
with a laugh that's overdue.
I carrot all about you
you make my heart beet
lettuce turnip the fun
don't squash the upbeat.
You’re a-maize-ing.
A real fungi to be with.
Mushroom for love
in our punny myth.
You're the apple of my pie,
the cherry on top.
Together we’re grapeful,
we’re the cream of the crop.
Even when I feel
melon-choly and blue,
I know I've got a friend
who's truly grape and true.
I plant a pun or two
Cultivating humor
with a laugh that's overdue.
I carrot all about you
you make my heart beet
lettuce turnip the fun
don't squash the upbeat.
You’re a-maize-ing.
A real fungi to be with.
Mushroom for love
in our punny myth.
You're the apple of my pie,
the cherry on top.
Together we’re grapeful,
we’re the cream of the crop.
Even when I feel
melon-choly and blue,
I know I've got a friend
who's truly grape and true.
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
48 reads
6 Comments
Hashman
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 11:08am
27th Jan 2025 11:08am
Give
Love can be a hug
love can be a smile
love can be a word
laugh,talk,look
be,care,know
hug,sit,silence
love can be all things
Love can B you ♥
love can be a smile
love can be a word
laugh,talk,look
be,care,know
hug,sit,silence
love can be all things
Love can B you ♥
#kindness
#love
37 reads
2 Comments
Pete_25
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 9:59am
25th Jan 2025 9:59am
The Great North Sperm Race
Swimming around day in, day out
Stuck to these dark dingy balls
Give me a hand, I need to escape
These slippery slimy walls
There's been a steward's enquiry, photo finish
With plenty of false empty starts
Losing count, the amount of times
I've seen legs spread open apart
Starting orders at the race line
Sporting my sixty-nine vest
Hoping that this bloody time
I'll finish ahead of the rest
(COMMENTARY)
BANG, THEY'RE OFF
A STEEP CLIMB UPTO PLUM HILLS
DUCKING AND DIVING, A FEW TAIL...
Stuck to these dark dingy balls
Give me a hand, I need to escape
These slippery slimy walls
There's been a steward's enquiry, photo finish
With plenty of false empty starts
Losing count, the amount of times
I've seen legs spread open apart
Starting orders at the race line
Sporting my sixty-nine vest
Hoping that this bloody time
I'll finish ahead of the rest
(COMMENTARY)
BANG, THEY'RE OFF
A STEEP CLIMB UPTO PLUM HILLS
DUCKING AND DIVING, A FEW TAIL...
#funny
72 reads
16 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
10th Sep 2019 6:38am
10th Sep 2019 6:38am
Writer's Block
This just may be the worst poem ever written,
I’m spittin’ out rhymes on the fly like a sandpiper,
Without symmetry the lines are split or won’t fit in,
it feels like I'm about to be taken out by a sniper.
No sooner then I down this whole schooner,
With liquid courage I’ll be bringing in the sheave,
Roll up my sleeve and heave then like a pruner,
I’ll cut the Spartan phalanx by taken up my leave.
Writer’s block is mock of the things I’ve talked,
It’s a segregation between mind and inspiration,
Like an idiot savant I want everything I’ve...
I’m spittin’ out rhymes on the fly like a sandpiper,
Without symmetry the lines are split or won’t fit in,
it feels like I'm about to be taken out by a sniper.
No sooner then I down this whole schooner,
With liquid courage I’ll be bringing in the sheave,
Roll up my sleeve and heave then like a pruner,
I’ll cut the Spartan phalanx by taken up my leave.
Writer’s block is mock of the things I’ve talked,
It’s a segregation between mind and inspiration,
Like an idiot savant I want everything I’ve...
#confessional
#WritersBlock
604 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 6:33pm
24th Jan 2025 6:33pm
Beat Me to a Pulp
"... a type of work produced by half-educated and wholly incompetent writers for consumption by office boys, factory girls, and other persons devoid of culture and literary taste." - R Austin Freeman, "The Art of the Detective Story"
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
I try for taste, you understand,
and read sonnets,
collect novels that reap plaudits.
I accept manna from God's hand.
But often my taste reflects the dark mass
of office girls and workshop boys,
and so I fly like Lucifer, alas,
to folk fiction and pulpy joys.
Elysia's bookshelves...
#art
#books
#PopCulture #reading
#PopCulture #reading
51 reads
3 Comments
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