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Rage
Red rage
Like erupting volcano
The blinding anger
Cracking up loud
Fire won't out
Burning forests
as it won't subside
Will take days and more
calm the loads destruction
The remnants and the ashes    
All that relationship and bonds
Poem For People Who Are Understandably Too Busy to Read Poetry

A poem by Stephen Dunn




Relax. This won't last long.
Or if it does, or if the lines
make you sleepy or bored,
give in to sleep, turn on
the T.V., deal the cards.
This poem is built to withstand
such things. Its feelings
cannot be hurt. They exist
somewhere in the poet,
and I am far away.
Pick it up anytime. Start it
in the middle if you wish.
It is as approachable as melodrama,
and can offer you violence
if it is violence you like. Look,
there's a man on a sidewalk;
the way his leg is quivering
he'll never be the same again.
This is your poem
and I know you're busy at the office
or the kids are into your last nerve.
Maybe it's *** you've always wanted.
Well, they lie together
like the party's unbuttoned coats,
slumped on the bed
waiting for drunken arms to move them.
I don't think you want me to go on;
everyone has his expectations, but this
is a poem for the entire family.
Right now, Budweiser
is dripping from a waterfall,
deodorants are hissing into armpits
of people you resemble,
and the two lovers are dressing now,
saying farewell.
I don't know what music this poem
can come up with, but clearly
it's needed. For it's apparent
they will never see each other again
and we need music for this
because there was never music when he or she
left you standing on the corner.
You see, I want this poem to be nicer
than life. I want you to look at it
when anxiety zigzags your stomach
and the last tranquilizer is gone
and you need someone to tell you
I'll be here when you want me
like the sound inside a shell.
The poem is saying that to you now.
But don't give anything for this poem.
It doesn't expect much. It will never say more
than listening can explain.
Just keep it in your attache case
or in your house. And if you're not asleep
by now, or bored beyond sense,
the poem wants you to laugh. Laugh at
yourself, laugh at this poem, at all poetry.
Come on:

Good. Now here's what poetry can do.

Imagine yourself a caterpillar.
There's an awful shrug and, suddenly,
You're beautiful for as long as you live.
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Tom D
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Tom D
The longer we live
the less we know
and the more
everything
becomes our teacher
In the realms of dream
When stars and moonlight
Weave their tales..
I seek solace in the ocean
Of my eyes
As your smile hurts much
Along with unspoken words
And innumerable emotions,...
Your gaze takes me away
from being as my self
to the deepest
layer of the wild ocean...
Filled with blues and sharks
And the striking tides ....
And i lay there..
Under the moon light..
In the realms of my dreams
Thinking of you ....!!
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Aishu
Last Night
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Aishu
Last night,
when I closed my eyes,
I saw the moon
so full and so bright.
I fell asleep smiling.
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Edmund black
Today I sit and reflect
And
I realized that
I am a small
fish in the pond

At the same time
I real-eyes

Still,
I am enough

I am enough just as I am
Even when my situation
suggest other wise

I am enough

I am enough when I make
My fare share of mistakes
for I am only a human

I am enough

I am enough even,
When others try to put me
in a box , because I don’t fit their ideals

I am enough

I am enough
Even when the cards stacks
All against me

I am enough

I am enough
For anyone
that dares to know me

I am enough
I am enough
I am enough.
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Shaylie
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Shaylie
I wish I loved you less
And I loved
me
more
I wish I loved myself the way
I loved you
Or I loved anyone else
I wish I could
Do that
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