My grandmother's advice to the women of the village
So let me love you
Another Me
Another poem writen in Romanian, and translated to english, Hope that you will like it, it represents the struggle with myself i think :)
the woes of depression
introspection on depression and something i'd realized in light of it.
Autumnal Mornings
Introspection on depression and autumnal mornings.
crazy times
a little bit of introspection reflection
Monthly Hell
A poem about period/menstruation from a person with hypothyroidism. I wrote it because I believe talking about menstruation should not be a taboo. I'm totally fine, just want to try to create a poem.
A Tapestry of Growth
improvement can't like you
A Me Day.
We are so busy with work and life. We just need to be Us sometimes. Having a Me Day. XXX
the Old Age
Nonet A nonet is a nine-line poem. In the nonet form, each line contains specific, descending syllable counts. The first line contains nine syllables, the second line contains eight, and the third line contains seven, and so on. The last line of nonet poetry contains one syllable.
Aging
effects of aging
3AM
Meh...couldn't sleep Might as well write about it...
Its still alive
To say hello
Liar, liar pants on fire
He is his usual talkative self today. I can hear him from blocks away. He is first, he is the loudest In the midst of where the crowd is. Like any cult leader To many true believers He is God in the flesh No a demagogue at best. In front mi
NOTHING PERSONAL (from one who knows...)
Face it Death’s a bit of a disappointment I hope nothing will be spoiled here but it is definitely not what it’s been cut out to be Its colossal build-up over the centuries is absolutely unjustified and its terrifying caricatures often
LIVING IT UP
If I am the ‘me’ that decides what I see and thus am an ‘I’ not a ‘we’ why do I hear so many ‘I’s proclaiming themselves to be ‘we’? i.e., “we are all equal we must be free we should be saving the world…” I don’t recall my consent to
Covid Shot
I am screwed for this weekend, but this will allow me some more freedom in the long run.
When.............
How precious is the gift of sight .......
FEEL
MASKING YOUR TRUE FEELING....
MATURITY.
in hindsight
Come on
https://www.facebook.com/Enjoy-life-with-world-111341083893116/
TRYING TIMES.....
As street lie silent, but lights shine bright Life seems difficult, though not all fight When nature shows, how to continue Twilight's ruddy glows, sending clues Evening looms ahead, families at home A lockdown ensures, we mustn't roam Vital
Corona
I think it's pretty evident what the poem is about. Before the coming of Christianity, the Earth was respected and revered as the great mother. Chritianity taught humans were above nature instead of part of it. The belief system was forced on the people who were forced to abandon their old Gods.
Covid-19
Reflections on current state of Covid-19 pandemic.
Blind
A long time ago, I wrote this and it is so applicable even today.
MOVEMENT AND MUSIC.
gentle line dancing for the elderly......they may not be able to turn sharply anymore, but they can enjoy.....
MY HEAD HURTS
Tingling sensation needles pins, starts in hand. The fun begins. Straight to face all along the arms. too late, No warnings No alarms! Numbness moves, cheek lips tongue. Oh yes! Oh boy! We’re gona have fun. Wish the ground would st
Roe v. Wade
Not your Body, Not your Fetus, NOT YOUR F*CK-ING CHOICE
The Power of Acceptance
I have sence found out once having a stroke the affected area can worsen over time and I believe I've lost a bit more of my short term memory, ya I know it sucks. Once you accept you can go on to create new miracles in your life.
"R.E.M"
My friend asked me to write a small skit... poem on REM- Rapid Eye Movement, the 4th stage of sleep. This was my attempt. I tried to give REM a humanistic portrayal. Any advice?
ELSEW-here.
It is about having OCD. Always being split between it, and the rest of reality.
Not A Loner
Nothing to say because it's written on it. Simple question like "are you okay?" really could help someone or people to feel better. OR at least prevent suicide.
Growing old
Old age creeps upon my face Skin now wrinkles Gone my youth The smooth gone now wrinkled part of me Pain in my heart pain in my sole From my life's toil My heart ache From pain older wiser I am now But still think if my youth gone los
No Title
As the nights grow short and my soul grows long you can find me by the river where hope caries on tell all these stones in my heart were only sand in the sea
The One Legged Man
This harrowing event really took place and I am testiment to the whole thing, I share my experience of this with you the readers. Thank You
Horror Hospital
This poem is based on a true account that I personally experienced, for legal reasons I was unable to mention the actual hospital, so it was given the title Horror Hospital for the poem namesake. Believe me this is real, it's darn real.
Sugar
This poem dictates the misuse of Sugar by manufacturing companies and world promoting that has been going on over the last century, this is my warning to those people who created this major problem, I hope you enjoy this poem as it could happen to You.
just hit
If you can look differently you will find that there are so many other things you can do for the mankind, you can write eBook and publish online, you can create a website and tell the world what you think, it is better than guessing people you do not understand , it is better than get hurt by justify or testify people . for the first time maybe i am braking CS rules:: This site does not require any promotion/publicity/money, the process is just to help people. elevengod.epizy.com
It's Going To Be Better.
__ --- --- - Being made of glass : sure is a pain in my a** I can't fall down and told, not to spin around Its dangerous to do anything So i'll sit here and purely sing. Hit a high Note to : kill myself We all know it
Am not sick
I see girls here I see girls there I cannot make a POST CS doesnt allow me to, Girls becomes GHOST !!! (haahaahaa there are girls, even better if i say boys also, they try to find MEN-IN-BLACK, sometime they try to gues 'M out using MACHEI
Under The Fridge
I should clean you more often, so i hear From the bugs that came out from there, last year. I should care and tidy, what others don't Got, I should keep maintaining my fire, so it stays hot. It should be kept spotless, and not a flaw. Cause,
The Ramblers
Since I became a poet, just the other day, I can't seem to stop slipping into verse. This was inspired by my observations while out walking with the Ramblers.
Judge me not from guddudenz
When I wrote it, it was hard finding the exact words to match my feelings. It is not targeted at anyone, its just saying what I saw when I was in that rehabilitation center, to what I see now.
RE: The Black Book
Great!!! My Sis!! I loved it!! ^__^ He is just a BLACK BOOK!! With a black heart and soul! When you read it through The story was so cold!! And finally you knew That BLACK BOOK wasn't belong to you!! You dont need that black book...
RE: Eclipse of the Warrior
Very nuanced and thought provoking. The easy path is not for the warrior....
RE: when in loves light
This is a real Love poem Mimzy, No bad ending here !......lovely write. Mick....
RE: A thought
and if the painting is never seen or the song never heard or the perfume never smelled than all is for...self satisfaction, which must be enough. thanks Cam...
RE: 12
Please pass the butter...
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