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juneau Jan 2015
what happens once the spark of consciousness disappears?
this thought was once one of my greatest fears
does a soul somehow disperse like vapour from deep within our ears
i've wondered about this for most of my years
and often discussed it with friends over beers
often i've had arguments that ended with tears
its so hard to exchange an opinion without getting jeers
people are too quick to ready their spears
or maybe most of us just have our heads up our rears
could common opinions help us connect with our peers?
is that why at opposition we aim our bandoliers?
so we can keep clean our own social spheres
from anything that might mess with our belief's gears
I fear to express myself, what if the wrong tribe hears?
and decide they don't like this noise and interfere
January 24, 2015

not all that happy with this one but i posted it since i stayed up all night looking for an ending

fifty
Edited September 10, 2016
Tori Oct 2018
You worry too much
You worry too little
I convey my opinions
And violently spittle
Out what you should do
There your life, your career
What comes after that?
Well, don't worry my dear.
Skywlkr Feb 10
I was Told your Poems I Shouldn't Hold if they don't Like Mine I Shouldn't like There's,............ Well
For Your Opinion No One Care's You Must Be the Kind of Person Who Stare's
You Have No Idea What Theese words Do Because To you They ain't True your Mind Set Seems So Blue,
On My Life You Got no Clue for Some of us This Therapy is Glue so,,,,, Forget those Few they Would Mabey Care if They Only Just Knew,,,,
                    I Like What I Relate to
        And I Love What I Find to be True
       And Share What I Think Helps You
                 This Writting thing to Me is
                                 Relatively Still New
So I Listen To Every Opinion
I Hold it in Consideration......
But it Causes Me Frustration..........
And yes if People Don't Notice My Writting I Wonder Why I Keep Fighting But What Matters Most is That I've Found A way of.......................
                                       ­     SURVIVING!
                                             """""""""""""""
I do this regardless but it's the likes, loves, and shares that make me feel noticed thank you if your the one taking the time to read and understand it means a hell of alot to me ignore the haters
exist Feb 9
don’t take what someone says to heart
their comment is nothing but an opinion
not a fact
what makes you unique, is amazing.
Mary Velarde Jun 2018
Nobody ever talks about how the rain turns soil into mud;
how precaution tangoes
on the soles of your rain boots and
one misstep could lead to a concussion;
damage,
or a little scrape on the knee.
Nobody ever talks about
how caged birds sometimes forget
how to fly.
Mundane gestures marinated
as “special”
instead of something one ought to do.
He’s forgotten how to make her laugh.
When he says “baby”,
she could almost hear the anchor
pulling down the sincerity
in his voice box
along with the word “sorry”
and “sweetie, im never gonna hurt you again”
where his voice begin to crack
like tectonic plates that supported his
ego—
when he says “i love you”
nobody ever talks about the barriers
on beds and ******* and fetishes
to which the extent
of the phrase lies—
His i love yous were starting
to sound like a beg for ***
and his i love yous fade out
when he gets what he wants.

He gets what he wants.
CK Baker Dec 2017
sages and brethren
gather, and share
and slowly souls
are bared
their tempered voices
and quiet eyes
reserved of judgment
with passing smiles

moments blend
in current trends
opinions wide
and reflections deep
the concepts
and irregularities
once murky
now clear

they prioritize
and familiarize
that staunch resolution
of generation net
will remunerate
and illuminate
through the checkpoints
and formal reviews
through the purple curtains
and open stage
nothing tainted
or bitter
left for taste

cause its they
who’ll plant the seeds
the captains of commerce
healers and jugglers
the coaches and councilors
negotiators and compromisers
the kings and queens
hustlers and hellcats
(who've all found their way!)
let us tip our hats
and salute them
Eryri Mar 6
A child assumes adults' superiority
Hero worships older members of the family
Absorbs opinions overheard over teas and coffees
And tries them on for size at school
Just as he might sneakily try on an Uncle's cool leather jacket
- comforting, macho and confidence-giving -
But he eventually outgrows the jacket
Casts aside those learnt opinions;
Tough, stubborn opinions
With rugged exteriors
And lined with silken narratives
That, thankfully, perished over time.
Emily Jul 2018
With every step she took there was a little hesitation,
Since self-doubt and second guessing were at the base of her foundation.
Her eyes didn't wander in fear of who'd she meet,
So her gaze fixed upon the cracks in the concrete.
But would the world ever see her potential on display,
With her voice barely a whisper and her opinions locked away?
ChildofGodyay Jun 2018
You should never hate yourself.
You should never sit in a crowded room and feel lonely.
You should never feel abandoned in a group of friends.
You should never change yourself because of other people's opinions.
You should never think you are not enough.
Please don't hate yourself.
Please don't feel lonely.
Please don't feel like an outcast.
Please be yourself.
Please, you are enough.
Please.
If you ever think no one loves you,
just know that the King of kings, the Lord of lords, loves you so much.
But I know sometimes you will feel this way.
I understand, but maybe I don't.
Just, please.
Don't hurt yourself.
In any way.
Please.
heyoooo,
Well, you should never ever feel these way.
love yourself and stay true!

wow wow wow, i did not expect this to happen, but anyways, i really hope all of you are blessed and that this poem helped you!! God bless yall! truly humbled...
ryn Mar 2015
I don't seek your permission...
To write about the what, why and how.
It could be a haiku or come in the shape of a cow.

I don't need your approval...
When I don't sound the least bit poetic...
In my mismatched metaphors or ill-rhymed acrostic.

I'm not asking for your blessing...
When I pen down and put up what I think...
Be it in cloying cliches or in tear drenched ink.

I don't crave for your understanding...
When my 10 word poems weren't filtered through your poetic lens,
Or if my contributions in collaborations lack in sense.

I don't hope for your likes...
If my content does not tickle your fancy,
Or if my words just rubs you silly.

I mean no disrespect...
But don't be too quick to click on the 'comment' button.
Private messaging has been put there for a reason.

I don't mean to cramp your style...*
You're entitled to your own opinions of course...
But if you've got nothing good to say, please save it and shove it up yours.
.
This is a peaceful community, almost sacred to many. All bearing a heart (hale or ailing) are welcome to spill their ink... Regardless of writing experience or poetic prowess.

Bear in mind that people write for various reasons. Some are really good at it, some are just barely starting. Some ask for feedback, some just want an outlet.

So... Be nice. Use the private messaging feature if you really need to offload your thoughts on another's text offering.

Respect and be respected.
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JayceeJellies Dec 2014
Would you shut up for five seconds?
I wish I could say this to your face,
But you'd demolish my feelings.
Lecture me about my age.

I don't have to grow up yet.
Better yet, I refuse to.
Age is just a number to me.
I ignore your opinions, I have my own views.
Cathyy Mar 2015
You push until I fall down,
and stay down..
And there's strangers giving me the eye, "are you okay now?"
I get up, & think nothing of it
I'm still optimistic

Yeah you scream until I can't ignore,
Your opinions
But the fact is what you think is just..
Your opinion.
Oh everything's changed but nothing's missing
Cause I'm still optimistic!

I'm gonna dance as if the spotlights calling,
Pick a song that would drown my sorrows out,
And for tonight I'm not afraid of falling,
I'm gonna be so confident that I might just love myself..

Yeah you made me insecure and, so nervous
But there's teenagers giving me a wink, "you're a nice person" ;)
Well I'll be dumb to forget this,
Oh kindness from strangers keeps me optimistic


& I still believe in happy - sad poems.
Quite ironic right?
Haha I went through a rough patch with my mum last night but I'm still standing!..

Please check out my last poem and the link to my new video! X

I appreciate the trending and all that, new followers too. Thanks x
Vivian Alvarado Mar 2017
right in front of me
but out of reach
windiness

tests upon tests
you teach me
patience

i’m weary
but i keep chasing
and i just don’t know
if i can reach the top

collecting pieces
of facts like rags
i shape opinions,
secrets map

trust impasse.

i may never know
the mountain shade
unearthed in doubt
from years of pain

but for it all
i love you more
you teach me
strength

and i’ll plant my flag
and print my foot
drag my wooden,
peg-legged soul

lose my voice,
foretell my wake
altitudes high
and immense

please believe
what i can see
let me teach you
acceptance

everest man
i am
shrinking

as you hide the sun
behind your back
as you hide the sun
away from me
kB 2 Mar 21
You’re a pacifist yet,
war sins in your skin
Mist of sick sweat
thin and diluted
Voice has been muted
Clued in and clueless,
opinions are useless
Divisions of truths
and selfish intentions
used and mentioned
to muse attention
in confused directions
Not a fuse or spark
can perfuse the dark
misused as protection

~kb
onlylovepoetry Nov 2017
(the gate is a crowded mess, please no special requests, be thankful you got a seat, this flight is sold out and I’m beat.  
I get up and stand on my chair and say)

I give thanks for:

the uncommon greatness of common sense

for the steady approach of that wondrous day when
kindness is neither random or unexpected,
but the rule, not the exception

for our opinions and deeds, that are our own,
derived without coercion, born from our thoughts and observations and that
we are equal to both
owning them and to
changing them

that we live in a time that friendships can grow just through the quick exchange of words leaping bounds

for eyes that see deep deeper than skin,
ears that hear
what those ashamed wish you didn’t, hands that grasp regardless of distance,
the taste of  kisses that come easy sweet  

for the  day when I at last knew,
the pleasure of giving
so far exceeded receiving,
that giving and receiving became
synonymous

that I learned that the best skill to possess  is
to anticipate
the needs of others

that my lucky position in this world permits me
to act on the things for
which I am thankful


that someday I will need no longer inquire,
are you my poem,
for the answer will be self-evident to us both
LGA 11/22/17 1:00pm
Potential

I was told I had potential
That I could do great things
But nothing has transpired
Into the glory that it brings
And so the bar gets lowered
As far as it can go
Until, it can get no lower
No room for me to grow
Perspective is welcomed greatly
Opinions come and go

Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow

I've been stagnant without direction
As the years pass and I grow old
The consensus is its never too late
Or at least that's what I've been told
It's far, so far beyond my vision
Down that long and winding road
I once thought I held it in my grasp
But it slipped right through the fold

Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow

Greatness isn't given
Or earned through years alone
It's what we say and how we say it
It's with our words and tone
It's possible you've reached your peak
Up the mountain through the snow
It's still no cause to lower the curtain  
After each and every show

Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Nothing is more conducive
Than letting shine your inner glow

If there's a chance then you should take it
Show us all how much you've grown
From the prince who lost his kingdom
To a crowned king on his throne
Not everyone can make it
The choice is yours and yours alone
Just don't become complacent
When the world is yours to own

Focus is illusive
As well the ebb and flow
Nothing changes without change
When you still have room to grow
This started as a writing prompt many months ago. Directly due to positive feedback, it was made into this poem and ultimately, into a song.
H for the humility be it here or there
U for understanding  yet so  unaware
G for the good and also the great
O for opinions we insinuate
French man
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