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Oct 2015 · 493
Humans and Ships
Ronaldo Oct 2015
Human beings
Everyday, walking
Like ants
Lonely and sad

These ships
Rushing along the sea
Elevating pass obstacles or
Either drowns
Aug 2015 · 707
WHO IS THIS!
Ronaldo Aug 2015
the son of the god of the sky
he is the god of the music
playing  a golden lyre
an archer with a silver bow
the god of healing
the god of light
his tree was the laurel
the crow his bird and...
dolphin his animal
who is this!
May 2015 · 1.5k
LIMERICK
Ronaldo May 2015
there was a man
that always cooked in a pan
he had a son
that only ate buns
his wife was mad
since she is always sad
but this was the truth that
everybody faces
Apr 2015 · 477
Knife and WIFE!!!!!!!!!
Ronaldo Apr 2015
when i am alone
i eat peas
that too on a knife

but when somebody is with me
i eat fleas
that too on my WIFE!
might be boring....... INTONATION!!!!
Mar 2015 · 408
PEN from the FUTURE!!!!!
Ronaldo Mar 2015
pen from the future
is it something I can USE
or something I can SHOW
is it something REAL
or is it an IMAGINATION
can it WRITE or
does it **** people
this is the pen from the FUTURE.
Mar 2015 · 347
plans for this year!!
Ronaldo Mar 2015
I feel doubted, but will no longer doubt myself,
I feel discouraged, but i will encourage myself,
I feel undervalued, but will try my best at what i do;
I respect those who respect my opinions,
I hate myself but know there are those who love me,
I cry often, why i don't know, but do what my heart says;
I want someone to satisfy my needs and give me what i want,
And in return i will give you my living, burning heart.
Mar 2015 · 366
The PAGES of your BOOK
Ronaldo Mar 2015
When opening up books you get
Black pages
White pages
Even grey pages at times
yet the day I decided to open your book
I have colour pages
Which fits beautifully
into our Rainbow Nation
Ronaldo Mar 2015
The man that liked to catch things
His hands were rough
His face was dark of complexion
He knew what kind people would like
He was amongst the sea during the day
At night  amongst his friends  
Eating peacefully AFTER an entire day of catching fish
His name is “Yiankos” the fisherman
it is my first poem so i know this might not feel nice

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