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 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
Khai
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 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
Khai
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Love puts
My
Ideal Person
To
Shame.
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 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
jeffrey conyers
You don't know much about me.
So, let me introduce myself.

I'm that man you notice.
But never took the time to meet.

I'm that man you've seen.
But always afraid to speak.
So, let me introduce myself.

If you have a minute.
Or even the time to give.

It has been said that closed mouth don't get fed.
Which I will spin into a quiet mouth won't get heard.

You notice me noticing you.
So , now I making my pledge for your hand.
So, let me get to know you.

Before long.
I will be your man.
The glass remains half empty
And disappointed I remain
In love
In life
To me they're one and the same

My expectations too high?
Is it wrong to want more?
In love
In life
To me, I'm not one to adore

Disappointed at times
Beyond belief, unimaginable
In love
In life
Told often I'm incorrigible

February 9, 2014
Gather him to his grave again,
  And solemnly and softly lay,
Beneath the verdure of the plain,
  The warrior's scattered bones away.
Pay the deep reverence, taught of old,
  The homage of man's heart to death;
Nor dare to trifle with the mould
  Once hallowed by the Almighty's breath.

The soul hath quickened every part--
  That remnant of a martial brow,
Those ribs that held the mighty heart,
  That strong arm--strong no longer now.
Spare them, each mouldering relic spare,
  Of God's own image; let them rest,
Till not a trace shall speak of where
  The awful likeness was impressed.

For he was fresher from the hand
  That formed of earth the human face,
And to the elements did stand
  In nearer kindred, than our race.
In many a flood to madness tossed,
  In many a storm has been his path;
He hid him not from heat or frost,
  But met them, and defied their wrath.

Then they were kind--the forests here,
  Rivers, and stiller waters, paid
A tribute to the net and spear
  Of the red ruler of the shade.
Fruits on the woodland branches lay,
  Roots in the shaded soil below,
The stars looked forth to teach his way,
  The still earth warned him of the foe.

A noble race! but they are gone,
  With their old forests wide and deep,
And we have built our homes upon
  Fields where their generations sleep.
Their fountains slake our thirst at noon,
  Upon their fields our harvest waves,
Our lovers woo beneath their moon--
  Then let us spare, at least, their graves!
 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
She Writes
Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?
 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
Poet X
One where stars don’t die
Hearts don’t break
Angels don’t fall
The sky isn’t crying
And souls can’t shatter
I was asked to write a happy poem
But I can not preach what I do not know
I can not write a happy poem.
 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
Star BG
In a sleepless night
hands connect to keyboard friend
a grand poem is born
 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may **** me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
jj
idiot in love
 Dec 2019 JDaPoet
jj
An idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
Then they’re willing to do anything,
For the person they’re in awe of.

Whether its building a new world,
Or burning the old one down,
They’ll stop at nothing,
To give their love a crown.

Now if that love fades,
And they are left weeping,
They could take one of two paths,
Both will leave an empty heart unsleeping.

Path one is war and rampage,
Destroy everything in their way,
Path two is depression and tears,
They may cause their own doomsday.

Either way an idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
And if you happen to cross that idiot,
Beware for they do not care, they are deprived of---------
i might be an idiot in love.

— The End —