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OVC Jun 2015
I am the destroyer of mountains
Polluter of rivers, oceans, and earth
Everything on this Earth is mine and only mine
It belongs to me
My name is Man

Witness the sixth extinction that I bring upon
Breathe my toxic smoke
One more time before I disappear

My brother trembles at the sight of me
I bring life upon him
And I take life from him at will
I am Man, the destroyer of mountains

It is I the last one I shall see
It is I who will destroy thee
What do you think?
OVC Jun 2015
The ice floats atop the river
The snow falls as fast as hail
And little by little the river freezes
I know it's no longer winter, but I wanted to share this with you.
OVC Jun 2015
Up above, the skies reside
Slowly, the clouds go by
Here, we sit to meditate
And contemplate life, all calm
As winds carry us away
I had no idea how to arrange this. I tried having the lines in different order, but I couldn't decide, so I just picked this version. Hope you like it.
Thanks
OVC Jun 2015
A guy says to a girl:
So you're the reason global warming is occurring...

The girl looks confused: What, why?

Guys says: Because you're so **** hot, that's why.
Not really a poem, just something random I thought about the other day.
OVC Apr 2015

The girl that I like is young, quite petite, I might add
Bluish-greenish turquoise eyes, like the forest and the sea combined
Her voice, a sweet, gentle overtone; the ocean, calm waves that reach ashore
The breeze, blows the forest trees; a rustle, soothing to the human ears
Her skin that luminesces; the white sands of the Riviera Maya
Here and there, little sprinkles of darker sand on her pretty face
Her natural dark, red hair, as fiery as the midday sun,
And her lips a vibrant red, that melt you in the summer days,
So warm and cozy as the winter rays.


Not sure about that last line, but here you go. Hope you like it.
Cheers.
OVC Apr 2015

The morning rise is beautiful in the maturing spring
As the sun rises, the sky is painted with the color blue
The birds flock from the horizon, from which long, thin clouds stretch,
Softening the sun rays
Slowly, cars begin to cross the streets,
Their owners ready to begin their day,
Drinking cups of coffee that fill the air with morning essence
To bring the early day alight.

OVC Feb 2015
I shall plant cherry trees
On green fields outside town
And wait years for blossoms
You and I, love, married
Cherry blossoms scattering our countryside
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