#poetryoflife

[jaggedjawjosh]

In their journey of growth, they discovered that every setback was merely a setup for a greater comeback.

[the-feral-quill]

A Soul’s Embrace

Sitting in the dark because it brings far more comfort than the light.

There is nothing here for all my doubts and fears, and at the bottom, the well of all my tears.

There, a child is crying, a teenager is screaming, and a young woman is trying desperately to find meaning.

I look to them with pity; their emotions are plenty, overwhelm wrapping me like vines, the thorns of each new and old emotion digging in.

My blood, sweat, and tears— yet life never feels like a win. How long must I carry the weight I thought I had dropped?

When will I heal enough to live and not exist, to thrive and not survive, to find joy in everyday life?

To find solace in those that love me, to find beauty in those that accept me, to stand in awe of my reflection, to see the me those loving eyes mirror back.

To find comfort in the words that soothe the crying child, to calm the screaming teenager, to guide the young woman, explaining that life is an adventure that doesn’t need a plan.

To help the survivor understand that in order to thrive, she must let go of control, to let be, to not look back— the future is waiting, and the present is calling.

Healing may not be linear, but it’s a checkpoint— so even if we have to go back, we can always move forward.

And one day, we will stand firm in ourselves; we will whisper, I love you.

I love every crack and fissure, I love every flaw without measure, I love every emotion we feel, I love the body that carries our soul, and I love our soul and our love, most of all.

[elysianwing]

Rising Promises

I found a tattered notebook, I recall the promises… the naïve scribblings. However, the words are faded now, completely indistinguishable amidst the lined papers. No one shall see the broken ambitions from a time of hope. The failed experiments performed in a carefree housing. Time will never get my best though, my memory is still intact. A reminder of the discrepancies between me and myself. When potential was abundant… when confidence soared. Before reality sunk in like the sun deep into the horizon. The sun always returns though…. as if in defiance of the sky. It won't secede…neither shall I. I wonder if the time will come that I may surface again. With newfound resolve in my eyes, fresh from the recoil. You can't keep me down forever, I won't be stopped from rising again. Written 6/26/03 @ 2:20am by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[doll-poetry]

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[cloversallover]

Invisibility Seen

I don’t know what you expected from me.Thought it worked that way—until it didn’t.One day, I stopped doing shit for you,Realized there wasn’t shit you could doTo make me fill those expectations. Not those exceptional boots,Not covering my roots or nails in shiny colors.Distractions are just that—Taking away from actions, not inciting them. Money is, for many, the fuel that drives their…

[bigfeelinghuman]

I begged for ignorance Far too long after Praying for wisdom And I wished to be selfish Far too long After a lifetime Of being born to care

-BigFeelingHuman

[transient-musings]

You're struggling with peace

Still, a buzz, deep down, a whisper, a subtle tremor of a dark and hidden voice rakes up the innermost parts of her unfaltering thoughts. It colludes, ever present, but never seen or fully acknowledged. It sends vivid but mysterious dreams that make her gasp in the middle of the night, not with pleasure as she would have loved to, but with malignancy and spite, revenge and grudge. She strives to feel it properly, to face this incubus, to scream at it, to take it by the throat and drown it in the baby blue pool of her newfound peace. 

But this elusive fuck slips through her strive at a formal, yet violent acquaintance. In less than a mere second, the pale sensation that it was ever there fades into oblivion, and she is once again left to ponder if it was even real. 

[hunter-arceneaux-blog]

With(out) Sound

The earthquake beneath my pillow, shakes me awake again. I'm out of bed, hearing aids in. The world with sound abruptly begins. With the volume on high and the right program set, I hear birds, I hear music, I hear words. But once they're out and the world quiet again, The silence once foreboding I now find comfort in.

[verseandvisionchronicles]

Echoes of Us - A Conversation in Time

In the quiet corridors of time, echoes call, A familiar voice, a shared memory's thrall. Hey there, it's been a while, hasn't it? Thoughts of us, where moments still fit.

The hands of the clock dance gracefully, As I ponder what was, what could be. Life's tapestry weaves stories untold, A narrative of us, precious and bold.

Reflections ripple through the quiet hours, Contours of laughter, like fragrant flowers. I've thought a lot about us, you see, The dance of our souls, a symphony.

Life's lessons etched upon the heart, In the gentle artistry of a fresh start. Can we talk, unravel the whispers of time, Explore the verses of an unwritten rhyme?

A canvas of possibilities, strokes of fate, In the silence, the anticipation is great. What might still be, what could unfold, As our stories continue to be told.

So here's an invitation, sincere and true, To converse, to share, just me and you. In the spaces between what was and might be, Let's explore the depths of possibility.

[t-tasdik]

I hope my funeral will be empty.

No eulogy and soaked eyes,

I had a lifetime to see the faces that carried those eyes.

Spare me the fallacy of care.

The journey of my eternal peace,

should not be tattered by those who worship chaos.

We don’t worship the same god.

[jaggedjawjosh]

I am the architect of my success. My resilience builds bridges, turning obstacles into stepping stones.

[sound-symmetry]

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[elysianwing]

Panning

We often trick ourselves into thinking poems need be long and drawn out to extract some sort of truth from the stream of consciousness outpouring from our lips, pen-tips, and keystrokes... like prospectors sifting the earth searching for gold specks in dirt lifted from a river's bed. We must take great care to remind ourselves on occasion that the time we spend looking for golden truth is not nearly as important as where we start our search. written 9/1/2024 @ 7:58pm by Alexander Learmont https://www.patreon.com/Elysianwing

[doll-poetry]

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[adriftpoetry]

Whispers of Resilience

In shadows cast by fleeting years, I danced a waltz with grown-up fears. A childhood lost, a heavy toll, In whispers of a wounded soul.

While friends frolicked in youth's embrace, I bore the weight of life's swift race. Responsibilities draped in gray, Innocence lost, dreams put away.

Through corridors of fleeting time, I walked the path, a paradigm. Family struggles, finance woes, In the garden, a lone flower grows.

Childhood's laughter, a distant sound, As I navigated life unbound. Maturity forced its early bloom, In the twilight of a borrowed room.

Yet strength emerged from depths unknown, A resilience in seeds I'd sown. The sunsets painted on my face, A canvas etched with quiet grace.

Oh, how I longed for carefree days, To chase the sun in playful ways. But duty called, and I replied, A grown-up heart in a child's stride.

In dreams, I sought a lighter flight, Yet anchored by the struggles, tight. For every tear that marked the night, A star was born, a guiding light.

So here I stand, a soul mature, With tales to tell, hardships endure. Though youth slipped by with fleeting grace, I found my strength in life's embrace.

For in the crucible of strife, I forged a deeper, truer life. And as I gaze at the stars above, I thank the trials that shaped my love.

-adriftpoetry

[bluebirdinpisces]

I'm not sure why but resently found i like to look at the pictures of stairs. Probably sertain symbolism of it.

stair symbolisms: growth, progress, and challenges, transition, new beginnings, and even death. Connection between the physical and the spiritual.

W Remington Street, Black River, New York.