"localised" poems - Hello Poetry

Judged My fate lies in another's hands, In front of the judge, is where I stand, Sweating profusely, under my suit, Waiting to end, this two year pursuit, Which has consumed me every day, Nowhere to put, these troubles away, Clinical depression, grew out of control, ****** my life away, into a black hole, Clouded by darkness, no light shone, Desire to do anything, had already gone, Locked myself up, staring at these walls, Every glimmer of hope, destined for a fall. Fighting with my mind, trying overcome, More obstacles appear, before I’d begun, Drifting through each day, like I wasn't there Distant from the world, drawn into a stare * I climbed myself out, of this black hole, To walk tall again, my one and only goal, My vocals returned, clouds leaving my brain, Sunshine appearing, clearing the rain, Like sunny intervals, I had moments of joy, Localised pressure, fog falling from the sky, Trying to penetrate, deep into the cracks, To rebuild my life, and return to the track, Awaiting the moment, I hear the result, As I fight from all corners, excepting my faults, Refusing to be drawn, on the what ifs and whys, The truth will prevail, and settle their cries, Fact and understanding, from this broken man’s part, Will show you his compassion, and the pain in his heart, Whether it is accepted, my offering upon this plate, I am ready for judgment, regardless of fate. I will return to my family, Regardless of your plan, No longer..My life in pieces, No longer..A broken man.

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC

LostatSea

Judged (Fictional)

Judged My fate lies in another's hands, In front of the judge, is where I stand, Sweating profusely, under my suit, Waiting to end, this two year pursuit, Which has consumed me every day, Nowhere to put, these troubles away, Clinical depression, grew out of control, ****** my life away, into a black hole, Clouded by darkness, no light shone, Desire to do anything, had already gone, Locked myself up, staring at these walls, Every glimmer of hope, destined for a fall. Fighting with my mind, trying overcome, More obstacles appear, before I’d begun, Drifting through each day, like I wasn't there Distant from the world, drawn into a stare * I climbed myself out, of this black hole, To walk tall again, my one and only goal, My vocals returned, clouds leaving my brain, Sunshine appearing, clearing the rain, Like sunny intervals, I had moments of joy, Localised pressure, fog falling from the sky, Trying to penetrate, deep into the cracks, To rebuild my life, and return to the track, Awaiting the moment, I hear the result, As I fight from all corners, excepting my faults, Refusing to be drawn, on the what ifs and whys, The truth will prevail, and settle their cries, Fact and understanding, from this broken man’s part, Will show you his compassion, and the pain in his heart, Whether it is accepted, my offering upon this plate, I am ready for judgment, regardless of fate. I will return to my family, Regardless of your plan, No longer..My life in pieces, No longer..A broken man.

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Separated by progress We live in isolation Socially stagnated Growing ever distant. Focus further inward Without hesitation, Cutting off future conflicts Before they even happen. Perspective and reality No longer separate Echo chamber catalysts Shattered-faction fragment. Elitist tactics brainwash Entire populations, Localised abundance withers With dying vegetation. Doomsday clocks lurching Our salvation diverges Shouting to the twilight sun We share but false elation. Entire regions' designated Means of production No new doctrines allowed All hail consumption. Ever directionless, at a loss Regressing into violence: Revolutionaries' proudest Of our failed revolutions. Living out our dreams Of solitary bliss, Live alone in harmony Or die in the abyss. What piece of work is man That chooses inhumanity A species in a chasm Led by mere savages.

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May 10, 2022

May 10, 2022 at 6:26 PM UTC

zacolian

The Machine Stops

Separated by progress We live in isolation Socially stagnated Growing ever distant. Focus further inward Without hesitation, Cutting off future conflicts Before they even happen. Perspective and reality No longer separate Echo chamber catalysts Shattered-faction fragment. Elitist tactics brainwash Entire populations, Localised abundance withers With dying vegetation. Doomsday clocks lurching Our salvation diverges Shouting to the twilight sun We share but false elation. Entire regions' designated Means of production No new doctrines allowed All hail consumption. Ever directionless, at a loss Regressing into violence: Revolutionaries' proudest Of our failed revolutions. Living out our dreams Of solitary bliss, Live alone in harmony Or die in the abyss. What piece of work is man That chooses inhumanity A species in a chasm Led by mere savages.

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An irreverent force armed in localised wars Flames of rage displayed in waves Some strings attached to bring about more force Shattered glass and burnt bricks won't fix what a voice is worth But irrelevance when oppressed blinded with contempt seeks to vent So many mistakes are blamed to create what is made of the states Powers that be have a responsibility to assist those in need without them bending the knee

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Jun 4, 2020

Jun 4, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC

PoeticTetra

Bottleneck

An irreverent force armed in localised wars Flames of rage displayed in waves Some strings attached to bring about more force Shattered glass and burnt bricks won't fix what a voice is worth But irrelevance when oppressed blinded with contempt seeks to vent So many mistakes are blamed to create what is made of the states Powers that be have a responsibility to assist those in need without them bending the knee

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A feast awaits, yet we live off crumbs A feast of the soul that is For anyone who thinks their birthright is material has been blinded by the blind teachers What is good fortune compared to a mother And What is a mother compared to her embrace And What is her embrace compared to embracing all that is But this blindness is willful Open the eyes that open the heart and realise the world The space will fire up your heart like a furnace Infinity, localised

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Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC

Humbleservant

A Feast Awaits

A feast awaits, yet we live off crumbs A feast of the soul that is For anyone who thinks their birthright is material has been blinded by the blind teachers What is good fortune compared to a mother And What is a mother compared to her embrace And What is her embrace compared to embracing all that is But this blindness is willful Open the eyes that open the heart and realise the world The space will fire up your heart like a furnace Infinity, localised

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Away From Them I like to get away to the hills and mountains For there I feel free and have no worries There is no stress or crazy demands up there Only localised dangers like getting lost or falling These can be planned for and precautions taken Unlike the bitter backstabing people in the cities Not to mention the overpaid lazy bosses busting our ***** When out among nature I am part of it and belong Not trapped in a concrete townscape and choking traffic fumes I look up at the blue sky and marvel at the views Miles and miles of nothing but greenery there before me The pain of aching legs and sore feet is worh this Being at the top of an 800 metre mountain For a few hours of timeless freedom and smiles This little moment is priceless...

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Mar 20, 2018

Mar 20, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

Away From Them

Away From Them I like to get away to the hills and mountains For there I feel free and have no worries There is no stress or crazy demands up there Only localised dangers like getting lost or falling These can be planned for and precautions taken Unlike the bitter backstabing people in the cities Not to mention the overpaid lazy bosses busting our ***** When out among nature I am part of it and belong Not trapped in a concrete townscape and choking traffic fumes I look up at the blue sky and marvel at the views Miles and miles of nothing but greenery there before me The pain of aching legs and sore feet is worh this Being at the top of an 800 metre mountain For a few hours of timeless freedom and smiles This little moment is priceless...

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