Doomsday For Somebody In Particular
L. B. Mek said:

(there is wisdom, in our levitation
above, vengeance and wrath
realising, it takes much more
energy
to hate.
than to accept and forget
we sadly, are doomed
to navigate paths of confrontation
and unfair, ill-fate
and yet, within us
is all the armoury we require
we, need only appreciate
what a waste of effort it is
to confront or try to change
the ignorant
better, I think
to look past those, shit stains
on the road
scrape the soles of our shoes
as best we can
and move on, to that destiny
awaiting, rewarding
our zest for life
yes
in the short term, maybe we\'re
enraged
that other\'s, tainted us with their
pathetic, stink
but
once we find our way back
to that calmness, we call a home
or that glistening shoe shop
we know
we\'ll be walking in a new pair
of our revitalised, mindset
the moment
we eradicate, those thorns
from our lives
\'answer to hate
is not hate
it\'s indifference\')
know thy self to be worthy
of life\'s, sublime
thus, look upon those that try
to introduce strife
upon your path in life, with
dismissive, disdain...
stay strong! dear Poet

March 6th, 2023 05:46

The Alchemist Guide To Salvation
Goddess of the Mist said:

Love the title. The poem is sweet and magical, referencing colors and the moon. I\'m no expert but I see lots of potential in your writing. If by format you mean the alignment - I\'ve had a few troubles with that on here as well. You can align it in the editing, but it doesn\'t seem to always \"stick\". Sometimes I have to edit it a couple times before it works!

March 4th, 2023 02:39

The Outcast Wearing a Straw Hat.
L. B. Mek said:

\'Because bad events
lead to doorways
for art and life to collide.\'
even devoid of any theological alignment
I can\'t help but laud the bravery of this Poem
the fight,
the will, to discover
what comes, after
when we falter,
bruised knees and ego\'s
as our trophies, in life
and yet we rise, once more
ROAR!
our defiance, in the face
of ill-fate\'s, cruel machinations
accepting
with humility and unflinching, fervour
our defeat, as spark
to our next, blazing fire of triumph
not just another pile
of dreams, turned to ash...
this
that volcano, lava
birthing
of Artistry\'s, uncontainable
zest for life!
(I bow to your superior talent, dear Poet)
may your Art, ever
shine bright!

March 3rd, 2023 06:09