Upbeat Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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Happy, positive, motivational and inspirational poetry
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The Beach
tall marsh grasses
stood before her
rustling in the mist
sun enveloped in rushing
clouds of moisture
breaking free every now
and then
burning through
the humidity
in flashes of bright light
turning everything golden
and lush all at once
the air heavy
with vapor
she closed her eyes
and drifted along
with the salty breezes
of the ocean
in the distance
the roar and crash of
waves against the shore ...
stood before her
rustling in the mist
sun enveloped in rushing
clouds of moisture
breaking free every now
and then
burning through
the humidity
in flashes of bright light
turning everything golden
and lush all at once
the air heavy
with vapor
she closed her eyes
and drifted along
with the salty breezes
of the ocean
in the distance
the roar and crash of
waves against the shore ...
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4 Comments
Love Conks'em All
a spate of spite,by
golly b'damn, tha's
juswhat they need
to call thee rapture
all ripe & ready to
roll to
roll to
roll over all thee
bodyparts'n'pieces
of the species wit
so much to make for
nothing in all per
petual prosperity
look how many how few
they are
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dkzk2014\"Trapped[in]TrootOfMeDazeOfYoot"FOTOby:dkzk
golly b'damn, tha's
juswhat they need
to call thee rapture
all ripe & ready to
roll to
roll to
roll over all thee
bodyparts'n'pieces
of the species wit
so much to make for
nothing in all per
petual prosperity
look how many how few
they are
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dkzk2014\"Trapped[in]TrootOfMeDazeOfYoot"FOTOby:dkzk
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1 Comment
Via Galactica
Ovid called it a high track: It is a fundamental wave and rarefaction said by a force we have no control; the gods pass through this palace as I choir its mighty thunder, and then I quiet to listen closely as the night becomes a blanket under its enlightenment that guards the path to the ten million suns of physics that lay in wait. My heartstrings yield as it sings the body electric, and the Palatine of Ovid is felt as an overtone all its own. My eyes adjust to a light in the darkness as I'm suspended in its shadowy mist; the Via Galactica, a cloud such as this, seeing the universe move...
53 reads
12 Comments
Just A Thought...
You only see a broken soul, failure is the cross you wear daily...
Reminders of past bricks thrown, left gaping holes inside your minds eye...
Bitterness of the mirrors vengeance takes it's toll, so you hide in secret places behind perfect smiles...
So as the cards are delt within the hands of time, do you lie down and die?
Struggles are the weights we use in which to build our muscles of character upon...
Tears wash us clean from the dirt left behind...
Courage teaches us grace in how to pursue a more peaceful life...
And love...
Binds us back...
Reminders of past bricks thrown, left gaping holes inside your minds eye...
Bitterness of the mirrors vengeance takes it's toll, so you hide in secret places behind perfect smiles...
So as the cards are delt within the hands of time, do you lie down and die?
Struggles are the weights we use in which to build our muscles of character upon...
Tears wash us clean from the dirt left behind...
Courage teaches us grace in how to pursue a more peaceful life...
And love...
Binds us back...
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4 Comments
~WilliShakes A Throwaway~
de s ign , d eluxe,
delight[ed ]
de
livered
door to door to door
upon the steps
of Elsinor, thee puddlin
prince's
b'rain migrains itself
at thee sight of [a]
daddyghost,
speaks into Yorick's bone
dome ---
all thee
preciousness of being in not-to-Be,
like lovin'death dript in
to an ol'kingfuck's Ear
at midnight, or mid'day \
who,indeed,be
meddling to diddle down thee
...
delight[ed ]
de
livered
door to door to door
upon the steps
of Elsinor, thee puddlin
prince's
b'rain migrains itself
at thee sight of [a]
daddyghost,
speaks into Yorick's bone
dome ---
all thee
preciousness of being in not-to-Be,
like lovin'death dript in
to an ol'kingfuck's Ear
at midnight, or mid'day \
who,indeed,be
meddling to diddle down thee
...
36 reads
6 Comments
if you were me and i’m sorry again but
imagine you are a spacious clean bathroom brushing its teeth oh
a bleached cistern little sister oh
a mintfresh bowl full of shit, honey oh you are a scooped out melon
yesno noyes
you are refrigerated and sweating
your body is a polyester curtain thrown open on your naked bed
these bursts of sun-backed shadow are the imperfections of your cheeky eye gasping oh,
you are a foetus under ultrasound gel feeling the shiver of the skin around you , you are
the wonderful everyday thousand foot drop onto a soft mattress yes yes
with legs playing your toes...
a bleached cistern little sister oh
a mintfresh bowl full of shit, honey oh you are a scooped out melon
yesno noyes
you are refrigerated and sweating
your body is a polyester curtain thrown open on your naked bed
these bursts of sun-backed shadow are the imperfections of your cheeky eye gasping oh,
you are a foetus under ultrasound gel feeling the shiver of the skin around you , you are
the wonderful everyday thousand foot drop onto a soft mattress yes yes
with legs playing your toes...
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11 Comments
If
If u lose your legs,
I'll be your walk.
If you lose your voice
I'll help you talk.
Should you lose your sight
I'll be your eyes.
I'll be your everything,
no lies.
If you forget,
I'll remind you dear.
If you can't listen
I'll surely hear.
Should you lose an arm,
I'll lend a hand.
By you forever
I will stand.
If you can't breath,
I'll be your air.
What you can't handle,
I will bare.
If your love fades,
I'll love you more.
Forever you
I will adore.
...
I'll be your walk.
If you lose your voice
I'll help you talk.
Should you lose your sight
I'll be your eyes.
I'll be your everything,
no lies.
If you forget,
I'll remind you dear.
If you can't listen
I'll surely hear.
Should you lose an arm,
I'll lend a hand.
By you forever
I will stand.
If you can't breath,
I'll be your air.
What you can't handle,
I will bare.
If your love fades,
I'll love you more.
Forever you
I will adore.
...
64 reads
6 Comments
destination home
Share your, blue sky vibes,
and drift to the future,
in dreaming archives.
Looking behind you,
as the silver glares,
the diamond and pearl harbors,
lead to the under water fair,
where fish call home.
Sleeping Beauty,
woke up on her own,
she packed her bags and hastened her pace,
to the slow smile gnomes,
she stepped in acceptance,
it gave her a glare,
entitled her once and for all,
to the true love fair,
where she found home,
no star's alone.
Shape up,
a blizzards warm heart,
the atum tree leaves...
and drift to the future,
in dreaming archives.
Looking behind you,
as the silver glares,
the diamond and pearl harbors,
lead to the under water fair,
where fish call home.
Sleeping Beauty,
woke up on her own,
she packed her bags and hastened her pace,
to the slow smile gnomes,
she stepped in acceptance,
it gave her a glare,
entitled her once and for all,
to the true love fair,
where she found home,
no star's alone.
Shape up,
a blizzards warm heart,
the atum tree leaves...
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0 Comments
ultimate guitars and artificial harmonics
I saw one of those little
flying machines, and ah,
I’d like to get one for myself.
flying machines, and ah,
I’d like to get one for myself.
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7 Comments
Good Things
tell me something good
whisper sweet nothings
in my ear
let them flow around
me like the sweet scent
of lilacs as we nestle in the
early morning dew
and gather light against
our eyelashes
whisper sweet nothings
in my ear
let them flow around
me like the sweet scent
of lilacs as we nestle in the
early morning dew
and gather light against
our eyelashes
50 reads
4 Comments
f**k you writers block hehe
exploding in a tsunami
crashing like heavy, furious fists
pounding on a door
that was bolted shut
in every way
every direction
i shout like a baptist preacher
but with words not so holy
laden with C4 in my fingertips
i write in a blinding fury
imagining mushroom clouds
of atom bombs
obliterating my literary chains
ripping them from aching wrists
rubbed raw and bloody
from frustrating nights
shivering in cold sweat
as if from withdrawal
from prescribing my drugs
crashing like heavy, furious fists
pounding on a door
that was bolted shut
in every way
every direction
i shout like a baptist preacher
but with words not so holy
laden with C4 in my fingertips
i write in a blinding fury
imagining mushroom clouds
of atom bombs
obliterating my literary chains
ripping them from aching wrists
rubbed raw and bloody
from frustrating nights
shivering in cold sweat
as if from withdrawal
from prescribing my drugs
28 reads
1 Comment
I get my strength from cold places
One is only as weak as they allow themselves to be, one is only as strong as they force themselves to be
But from what I can see
One can't become strong just by trying to act strong
One can only heat steel for so long
After a while it will simply melt
To be strong, like steel, one must be constantly be dealt alternating and changing amounts of heat in the fire of. Love and positive thoughts
then quenched and hardened in the cold icy water of pain and loss
The world's strongest people are the ones who face the average highs of life and then face the worst possible...
But from what I can see
One can't become strong just by trying to act strong
One can only heat steel for so long
After a while it will simply melt
To be strong, like steel, one must be constantly be dealt alternating and changing amounts of heat in the fire of. Love and positive thoughts
then quenched and hardened in the cold icy water of pain and loss
The world's strongest people are the ones who face the average highs of life and then face the worst possible...
63 reads
1 Comment
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