mohamed-1 - Hello Poetry

At one time transfixed in front of the t.v. watching Programs strewn trash the river mouth spewing Shows and shows as waves on the sand breaking Talk gibberish talks water under a bridge rushing Unintelligible words rain on a roof pitter pattering Now we're glued to a contraption called internet Blasting air ways information ideas faster than jet Good bad evil intertwining jungles without outlet Connecting to connect to lives or lives haven't met Inexhaustible possibilities daily sunrise to sunset Better be a wanderer by nature gladly enveloping Explore new world or a quiet place contemplating What makes us what we are therefore we're doing Cyber corrupts old fashioned family ties reflecting May inflict affection attentively attending nothing

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Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC

The Television & The Internet

At one time transfixed in front of the t.v. watching Programs strewn trash the river mouth spewing Shows and shows as waves on the sand breaking Talk gibberish talks water under a bridge rushing Unintelligible words rain on a roof pitter pattering Now we're glued to a contraption called internet Blasting air ways information ideas faster than jet Good bad evil intertwining jungles without outlet Connecting to connect to lives or lives haven't met Inexhaustible possibilities daily sunrise to sunset Better be a wanderer by nature gladly enveloping Explore new world or a quiet place contemplating What makes us what we are therefore we're doing Cyber corrupts old fashioned family ties reflecting May inflict affection attentively attending nothing

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A poem about love How do I write something I am not good enough This expression of love I have no idea where to start How to rhyme and stuff Girl do you need the strange art For me to show that I love you With all my heart O heavens above How do I write something I know not of.

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Mar 24, 2018

Mar 24, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC

You Asked A Love Poem

A poem about love How do I write something I am not good enough This expression of love I have no idea where to start How to rhyme and stuff Girl do you need the strange art For me to show that I love you With all my heart O heavens above How do I write something I know not of.

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Who could the person be knocking frantic at my door I'll never know. What urgent matter pounding on the wooden door in the bitter snow, Nothing there but winter wind lashing at my face greeting me with a roar. But no one around only the falling snow gathering upon the floor. Not a single soul anywhere in sight in the cold, cold of the night; But a lamppost forlorn to soldier on mustering a dimly light. Though how hard with might the glow will not suffice To break through falling snowflakes and freezing ice. How nice it would be I wish to see the morning sun rise? How rays pry and thaw and **** the ice, sending them to their demise. Water flows into streams into lakes and bring it to the brim; And yearns for the grass to grow, birds to sing and fish to swim. And longs to taste the sweetness of spring awash with the colours of the rainbow. While the lamp's dim light casting, in the darkness somewhere a frosty shadow. I'll never know, still waiting, before I slammed the door, Stopped the snow from piling onto the floor.

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Mar 22, 2018

Mar 22, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC

Someone out there

Who could the person be knocking frantic at my door I'll never know. What urgent matter pounding on the wooden door in the bitter snow, Nothing there but winter wind lashing at my face greeting me with a roar. But no one around only the falling snow gathering upon the floor. Not a single soul anywhere in sight in the cold, cold of the night; But a lamppost forlorn to soldier on mustering a dimly light. Though how hard with might the glow will not suffice To break through falling snowflakes and freezing ice. How nice it would be I wish to see the morning sun rise? How rays pry and thaw and **** the ice, sending them to their demise. Water flows into streams into lakes and bring it to the brim; And yearns for the grass to grow, birds to sing and fish to swim. And longs to taste the sweetness of spring awash with the colours of the rainbow. While the lamp's dim light casting, in the darkness somewhere a frosty shadow. I'll never know, still waiting, before I slammed the door, Stopped the snow from piling onto the floor.

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Before his teen age turns the pages he dies a life through years of neglect for the frail bony frame drowsy feet dark sunken eyes wandering the street craving white pure pleasures and dreams sores moon crater arms tributaries of **** star marks parched skin dry bloodied screams of glorious pills injecting intoxicated stuffs forbidden fruits trappings of worldly heaven addictive octane ecstasy tiger terminator of a young man flourishing now depleted sad youth corrupted by a love pursued but lost eyes vacant trailed tears pleading please forgive me mom and dad

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Mar 21, 2018

Mar 21, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC

Drugs

Before his teen age turns the pages he dies a life through years of neglect for the frail bony frame drowsy feet dark sunken eyes wandering the street craving white pure pleasures and dreams sores moon crater arms tributaries of **** star marks parched skin dry bloodied screams of glorious pills injecting intoxicated stuffs forbidden fruits trappings of worldly heaven addictive octane ecstasy tiger terminator of a young man flourishing now depleted sad youth corrupted by a love pursued but lost eyes vacant trailed tears pleading please forgive me mom and dad

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