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Our world
Rich and beautiful
Yet hollow and bland

Her emptiness has no depth
Her riches fathomless
Her dwellers drool in confusion
Starving to death amid plenty

Her inhabitant flourish
But in poverty and misery
Yet own enough to feed generations unborn
Leading to chaos, anarchy and doom

Her poise awful with looming damnation
Owing to avarice and man’s inhumanity to man
Countless of billions mourn while a handful celebrate
Our world the product of our hand
Lizzie Bevis Nov 2024
Is life worth living
When all you do is give,
Pouring out your soul
Into an unrelenting hole?

Each sacrifice exacts its toll,
Consuming any self-control,
They take without any remorse,
Draining your spirit's inner source.

In corporate rooms of cold design,
Where profit trumps the human line,
You stand amongst the beaten downs,
With silent ones who wear their frowns.

Your body bends, your mind breaks,
Yet blame becomes the final stake.
Pointing fingers, casting shame
As struggles grow and you're to blame.

So tell me now, amid this strife:
Are you truly blessed in this life?
Or just a cog within the wheel,
Where giving is the only deal?

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm seeing more and more people struggling with work related stress these days.
The world seems to have gone mad?!
Nemusa Nov 2024
Look into my eyes, a kaleidoscope of thoughts,
Fractured, refracting, endless.
So many choices, each a dagger’s tip,
Sharp, glinting in the shadow of paths untraveled.

They hurt the beast because they feared it—
A presence lingering like smoke in an empty room,
A whisper of what was always known.
The OD, quick and painless, invites us all,
A final door that clicks cleanly, slicing through the noise.

Why him, if you knew?
Knew the jeweled words would stab,
Their brilliance reflecting a hate that devoured.
Lonely strangers, relinquished and raw,
Digging holes with greedy hands,
Starving for connection, aching with regret.

She was different—
Too much, too close,
Her truth a mirror to the ghosts he denied.
She heard their whispers,
Too intense for his brittle comfort,
Her very being a revolting challenge.

Each second, a journey in shards.
She, finally accepted—by a psychopath—
No longer escaping the world’s biting sorrows.
Damaged children, raising damaged children,
Grasping for something whole,
Exploring the wounds like maps,
Each scar an unspoken truth.

His "I don’t love you anyway,"
A mourning, a death,
Memories strangled as he choked time from her lungs.
His cruel laugh, a vibration cutting through marrow.
But peace comes, soft and unstoppable,
A river of silent love,
Strong and masculine, like wild horses running untamed.

We don’t have a price.
Some define freedom in dreams; others in chains.
Yet the end waits for all—
Healing like a long exhale,
Forgiveness intimate, secret,
A kaleidoscope settled into stillness.
Matthew Harper Oct 2024
Wrath

No matter what I do or say,
I’m never enough, always a step away.
I try to keep up, wear myself thin,
But all I feel is the burn within.
If I could change, I swear I would,
But trying and failing still hurts, as it should.


Pride

In the mirror, I see a man undone,
Not proud, but broken, the lesser one.
No arrogance here, no smug facade,
Only a soul bruised, and left flawed.
Superior? No, I shrink from the view,
Hating myself far more than I do you.


Lust

Lust is a sneaky, seductive beast,
I’ve given in, but found no feast.
Those urges led to hollow roads,
But I broke free, shed those heavy loads.
Desire comes, but I’ve learned to be,
Unshackled, with a heart finally free.


Greed

I once held tight, refusing to share,
The world was mine, I didn’t care.
But time changed me, and now I see,
Greed’s lost its hold, no longer on me.
My hand is now open, I’ve learned to give,
Unburdened, I can finally live.


Envy

I used to ache for someone's life,
Trapped in longing, never satisfied.
Why not me? I’d wonder and weep,
Until something shifted, I could sleep.
Now I’m a man content with less,
Grateful in ways I never confess.


Gluttony

Food may not be my chosen vice,
I’ve drowned in pleasures, paid the price.
It is but the need to fill,
The endless void that lingers still.
This hunger for escape, it eats away,
But I know its tricks, it's clear as day.


Sloth

I set my goals, yet never reach,
Room to grow, but I don’t breach.
I drift through days, no purpose found,
A ghost in waiting, with silent sound.
What is my worth, what should I be?
I ache for meaning, to finally see.
aster Oct 2024
maybe i ask for mercy too much.
the tragedy in the unfathomable
creaks at the footing of my bed.
it waits to grab upon my free will.
my greed destined to be beside
the body that dances in desire
for a single breath of clarity.
human nature may grasp the
ebbing of my mind as i sing in
glee for relief. human nature
may define that we all are
inherently built with greed to
progress us but my heart
has faded and my soul has
been defined. i ask for mercy
out of greed for myself.
i am too greedy.
Klausyuer Oct 2024
"

Strolling through malnourished trees,
Feeding my ego on dying leaves.
A pesticide with legs, following Mida's curse,
Blind to the forest’s muffled pleas.

As lumberjacks howl, shivering the trees,
Falling like dominos—nature’s unease.
Dazzled by the coins they bear,
Bathing in gold while letting them bleed.

Sauntering across smooth, glistening marble,
Within towering manors where excess meets.
Five-star meals line my plate,
While cars parade amidst nature's weeds.

I drain my wine like I drained the streams,
Oblivious to nature’s fading dreams.
Hallucinating as the air turns scarce,
With nothing but my greed to breathe.

"

-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet
A poem between nature and greed
Emery Feine Oct 2024
We're attached to the screens
Like we're conjoined by them
Our lives drain before our eyes
As we drown in the Internet lies

As our fingers move in the scrolling motion
We're addicted to their anger-provoking emotions
And we stare at photo-shopped celebrities with love and lust
Wishing that they were ugly and sad like us

We'll text, but leave no message at the tone
All our pregiven love and time we loan
And when we're all scrolling, we're all alone
But we don't notice because we're on the phone
this is my 106th poem, written on 6/22/24
Emery Feine Oct 2024
My heart is like a planet
The envy it revolves around is the worst
You'll see I'm a star, if you scan it
'Cause the brightest always die first

I have no moons, though
No planet is my mother
I must then be Pluto
Too small for the other

I've done more and more
But it's all something someone's done before
Everyone else is hard and tough
Yet I'm still not good enough

In a world of diamonds, I'm coal
I'm far away, and never near
For once, I just want to be original
I'm a reflection in a shattered mirror

I've done more and more
But it's all something someone's done before
Everyone else is hard and tough
Yet I'm still not good enough
this is my 97th poem, written on 5/5/24
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