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 Aug 2014 MariaLoves
SG Holter
Guys.
Never ask her if she'd like
A glass of water.

Water
Is good for everybody.
Any time of day.

Bring
Her water. See that she
Drinks.
 Aug 2014 MariaLoves
Antonio
I'm sometimes asked with feigned surprise,
"You write poetry?"
"How Divine!
Give us a sample of your
favorite rhyme!"

But I know what they're thinking.
I see it in their eyes,
"What a waste of time."
"What a joke."
"Better hide the silver,
cuz these types are all broke."

Poetry doesn't pay the bills.
That part is so true.
But, don't deride my compulsion,
or my next hundred verses
will be about "you!"


~~~
 Jun 2014 MariaLoves
Steff
I remember those nights,
Alone on the pier,
With a book on my lap
And a song in my ear

I remember those nights
And the adventures I had.
Lost in  a world of magic
Escaping the bad.

I remember being young
Being happy and free.
With so few worries
And so much to see.

I remember it all
So clear in my mind
But it seems so long ago
And I just want to rewind
 Jun 2014 MariaLoves
Louise
Passion
 Jun 2014 MariaLoves
Louise
This is not just ***
but it is what it is
when I need it now
what I wouldn't give

A subtle weight
bearing down on me
able to release,
my desires to be freed

The passion builds
legs wrapped around you
I'll hold on tight
this is my fuel

Until you make it right
I won't let go
Keep the rhythm going
and that steady flow

Treat me rough
I really don't care
Just stay with me
until you take me there

Release the heat
that's deep inside
It's rising up
like an incoming tide

Before tonight
my body was numb
the passion is exploding
the moment ..
                
                  has ..

                       now  ..

                                come.
 May 2014 MariaLoves
Meggghanq1
So many misinterpreted metaphors
make me cringe
''are you trying to ruin poetry for everyone''
but I hide my damp eyes behind my fringe
because I mustn't argue and my teachers are never wrong
They sing without a meaning or lyric in their song
we are taught to write what they want to hear
not the truth we feel inside our hopes and fears

But i must turn the other cheek
to get my degree I need..when home I ponder, I weep
because it was the school that killed poetry
for many of my peers..
But all is not lost..wipe away those tears
Grab the pen that feels ethical
the paper that doesn't deceive, doesn't lie
and write a poem that you can feel
you'll get out of school alive
(You know who you are who started this haha!)..Don't get me wrong I love teachers in general..I plan on becoming an awesome one someday too :)
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