Poems about existence



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№ 1205746

Teetering on existence

It is not so painful as to experience physical grief --
I wonder what it is like to feel.
Numbness is an aphrodisiac to the ones who experience far to much --
To me it is but the metaphorical hell.
So many people that pass me by,
On hectic evenings in the city;
They are happy--
I smile.
Envy reigns and I act like an adult.


existence,  teetering.

Author: Emerald Proctor
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Date: 03/04/2020


№ 1198184

Bane of my existence

We are nothing but the wind
As it howls to the wolf
That's baffled by the sun
And every blessed bullet


bane,  existence.

Author: wolf mother
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Date: 27/03/2020

№ 1195820

She Kisses with Vanilla-Flavored Existence

She's a vanilla kind of person.
There's simplicity and lightness in the way her lips curve
And her cheeks blush.

Sweetness can be felt with every touch of her fingertips.
And whenever the wind blows through her hair,
Sun rays peek as if passing through forest of juniper trees.

Every step she takes are like melodies
From harp strings played by an angel.


existence,  flavored,  kisses,  vanilla.

Author: Sha
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Date: 25/03/2020

№ 1195147

(s)eeking out a happy existence

Capitals irk me.
Parentheses are comfortable, like my love embraces me, like i slide letters into envelopes, or don't, rather.
Uneven lines and fragmented line endings feel more accurate,
Real, everything that is not posed or
Staged, everything that keeps you
Hanging on to the last syllabic
Exhale.


existence,  happy.

Author: bobby burns
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Date: 24/03/2020


№ 1190084

About me: ignored into existence

Good bad girl. fight like a boy. tsunami driftwood. raincloud no silver lining, where lightning strikestwice. bare feet hot cement. kidnapped girl in the polaroid. let me check my schedule. curiosity... cat. eggshells. prescription candy. thru the looking glass. holden red hunting cap. tyler/jack. why ophelia never learned to swim. hold my scissorhands. Drucilla. natural disaster. scartissue love tattoo addiction pain dissociation association. carrie bradshaw's evil twin. holly-go-lightly meets courtney love. wednesday adams grows up. marla singer's song. bad dreamer. caufield's wet dream, cobain sympatico. makes sid viscious look tame, e. edward grey esq. & miss. holloway synthesis. the white rabbit. igby. anti-heroine, captain jack's sparrow. temptation/seduction/truth cliffhanger. ticking sleep bomb, roman candle(lit). spilled milk guilt. poppy field dreamer. cafeconleche. waternymph/siren/pixie, hideandseeker. riotgrrlchild. fallen angel-demons beware. blindfoldedandbound, if swallowed contact doctor immediately. good veins. contagious, mixedbreed badmanners. moodswinger. shadowboxer. wrong side of the tracks. superlowrisepunkass. theonemamawarnedyouabout, chaoscalamity& charisma; , irresiatible& incorrigible; , neverlearnedmy lesson. kneehighs and runners thighs. handlewithcare. klepto-crinalin and hypno-medicine, tomboy/schoolgirl. skeptickeyebrow. dirty-flirty. cherrybombpocketpacker, hardcandy. sociopathsister. victim of my own past. hunter/hunted. bootstrap-trapped. is that my blood? just a minute while i reinvent myself.

I'd like to meet:
Everyone i have forgotten and everyone who has forgotten me


existence,  ignored.

Author: Sara Reilly
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Date: 19/03/2020

№ 1183974

Existence

I want the breeze to capture your voice from the long-distance somewhere in which
Your timid heart beats faster at another's sound. *

I dream about knowing you in the
Most delicate places and often my dreams are trees and landscapes that spread across
My mind to reveal your magnificence and pure beauty and in these dreams i can not kiss
You enough times to truly expose my feelings to you, whispering the softest of words
In to your mouth so as to convince your poor smothered heart that i am the only one
You will ever need. never quite gripping you tight enough i would search the sea that
Is your eyes in an attempt to unravel some kind of beautiful secret that you are hiding
From the world and asking for a piece of you that the world has never seen before; all
The while you would search the darkness in my eyes trying to uncover the pain i can't
Reveal to you because i am so terrified of failure and rejection and so very very
Terrified of you leaving without me.
Sixteen and already more tantalising than the
Women who surrounded him
Offering him a warm glass of tenderness and an 'i need you'
In which he would drink down until he could love her enough to understand why she did this,
Trying to kill the thing on the inside and wondering why no man ever looked her in the eye when he said he loved
Her and still trying to figure out that when a man did say those words he had to drink
Seven shots and smoke a joint first and still trying to grasp the idea that he would say
It more often if she gave him her naked body to own. escape with me oh sweet love and
Try to understand that when i have fallen in love with you i need the warmth of your chest
To catch my head and i need your steady heart to beat with my own.

Let us run through the
Edges of nowhere and try to decipher a meaning to life--

*maybe we exist for each other.


existence.

Author: maisie khan
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Date: 14/03/2020


№ 1177500

God's Gift of Existence

In the beginning, God was the only one who had the gift of existence and he shared that gift with us.
God also gave the gift of existence to Jesus and the angels and if you ask me, that was generous.
God could've kept the gift of existence to himself, he could've been the only one who exists.
But God is a God of love, he didn't want to keep that gift to himself because he's not selfish.
Even though God gave us the gift of life, many people stab him in the back every day.
People had better give up doing drugs, raping, killing, lying and stealing, they'd better change their ways.
God blessed us with the gift of existence, he sure does love to give.
That's why we should thank him for every day we're allowed to live.


existence,  gift,  god.

Author: Randy Johnson
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Date: 08/03/2020

№ 1174750

A Far More Tragic Existence

I apologise,
I don't believe in apologies,
We don't believe in God,
We don't turn to Satin,
Love is our religion,
Death is our vice,
A far more tragic existence


existence,  tragic.

Author: Nicola-Isobel H
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Date: 06/03/2020

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