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1 hour ago

Oscar Wilde once said something about death that i can no longer remember, but I know it was beautiful.
it had something to do with how there’s no more today or tomorrow.
how time becomes irrelevant
there is no more past
there is no more future
it’s just you
the wildflowers
and the soft spring breeze

Hannah Hagemann
Hannah Hagemann
4 hours ago

In winter the clouds let out what they can't hold anymore
The ground drinks it up
Each water droplet percolating
Nourishing what's beneath the surface
Like humans, when watered properly
Not too much
Or too little
The earth gives thanks
It loves the sky right back
Blooming up to the sun
Saying thank you
I love you.

#poem   #poetry   #flowers   #nature   #sky   #earth   #desert   #california   #cactus   #naturepoerty  
Danielle L Cook
Danielle L Cook
5 hours ago

I got it
I finally understand
it was never you that I wanted
but instead
the drama that you presented
some would even call it a plot conflict
You see, I'm a writer
I see the world through different eyes
eyes that sometimes aren't mine
so sometimes
my mind is taken over
and my thoughts, they stray

I'm a hopeless romantic
but that doesn't equate
I've never before been so afraid
of my own self
of the words that could come out
because I understand,
and now I have to learn to separate
the who I am from the who I create
it's exhausting being me every single day
the fantasies pop up and leave me dismayed
always in a sour mood, unsure of who I am
of the choices I've made

a line has been drawn and I'm sticking too it
I know that these thoughts aren't me, but lighter fluid
and it's me that holds the power
the lighter only a tool
passion is fire
my inspiration is crude

been toying with this idea for a while
#poetry   #passion   #afraid   #mind   #line   #inspiration   #understand   #writer   #drawn   #spilt  
Brent Kincaid
Brent Kincaid
6 hours ago

Oh, the joys of the life of a cowboy
Just a few men and horses.
No worry about traffic and crowds
No alimony, no divorces.
Looking around at those strong fellows
In their skin-tight denim pants.
Surely they might look around at them
And ask one of them to dance.

Cowboys seem to like to ride the range
I’d ride the ranger instead;
Show him just how much can be arranged
By two men in a bunk bed.
There’d be an especially nice reward
At the end of a long ride.
The is not a doubt in my mind at all
That he would be satisfied.

After a career of bouncing and bucking
Surely he can take a bit more.
I would do my absolute best to be sure
That he would not end up sore.
Well, at least not in the usual places;
The kind that bows his thighs.
And if he is not that good at it at first
I’ll gladly give him more tries.

Oh the joys of the life of a cowboy
Just a few men and horses.
No worry about traffic and crowds
No alimony, no divorces.
Looking around at those strong fellows
In their skin-tight denim pants.
Surely they might look around at them
And ask one of them to dance.

Those folks who think this is too offensive,
Guys think of cheerleaders instead.
Gals think of watching sport figures at play
And kinky things you do in your head.
There’s not really all that much difference;
It’s all a salacious fantasy.
I don’t begrudge you those hot steamy dreams
I won’t let you deny to of me.

Oh the joys of the life of a cowboy
Just a few men and horses.
No worry about traffic and crowds
No alimony, no divorces.
Looking around at those strong fellows
In their skin-tight denim pants.
Surely they might look around at them
And ask one of them to dance.

#poetry   #gay   #lyrics   #humor   #cowboy   #westerns  
Sean Scribbles
Sean Scribbles
6 hours ago

How can a human being be so good?
Have such good parents?
Have such a good upbringing?
Have some good friends?
Get a good education, at a good institution?
Have good enough degrees to get a good job?
Have a good enough mind to problem-solve?
And everyday continually subscribe to a method of mind which means that they willl thrive?
And with every success still remain not a snob?
How can any human being be so good and brought up?
And yet still after everything, be so very messed up?

Metaphorically speaking of course.... ;)
#poem   #poetry   #good   #rhyme   #questions   #scribbles   #sean   #versus  
Pagan Paul
Pagan Paul
7 hours ago

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Slip your arm around him and smile,
tell her that she has beautiful style,
bring love and friendship to them all,
then stand back and watch them fall.

Shower compliments from way up high,
be with them all to laugh and cry,
share their pain and share their lives,
whilst in the darkness sharpening knives.

For rumours, and cursed words you weave,
behind the scenes, intent to deceive,
to bring them crashing to their knees,
and conquer that which has you displeased.

Then laugh until it hurts, somehow,
the means may have justified the ends,
but take a good look around you now,
you no longer have any more friends.

© Pagan Paul (25/03/17)

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I was going to call this Ingratiate and Conquer.
I changed my mind.
PPx
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sunprincess
8 hours ago

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you
Beautiful Friends of poetry
This is from the bottom of my heart
this message is for you
You didn't have to read all of my poems
you know
but since you have, I'm gonna say
You are the greatest poetesses of all time
shining brightly with love
Hugs, and hugs, and even more hugs for you
beautiful friends

xoxo
#love   #friends   #poetry   #poems  
Alexandra C
Alexandra C
9 hours ago

Everyone tells you to never give up your dreams
But I am one of those dropouts
Of that philosophy it seems
I used to repeat that inspiration in my head as I drew
Pictures and pictures of things I decided were not good
At least not good enough to achieve my perfect future Where everyone is in awe of my work
And gushes about me over and over

I decided that my paintings would have to remain in the garbage
Where I believed they deserved to be
Because I had a shortage
Of belief in me
And what I thought I could be
I need money to survive
So I'll give up what I love
For a life of financial consistency

But whether or not my dreams ever come to fruition
I'm going to say what everyone else did
And tell my children and grandchildren
To never give up their dreams
While I throw away my last paintings and drawings in the trash
I pray that they will get what I never had
A dream that came true
And a job they love to do

Many people in this world give up on their dreams because they don't believe in themselves, and some people give up so they can live a comfortable life. Sadly, I believe I will be one of them as well.
#poetry   #truth   #sad   #life   #future   #hope   #time   #dreams   #thoughts  
 
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