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oooh! We must dance
the blood are bleeding at earth
the oppressed people have no sounds

they have homeless ,the sky is their  covers
the lands is their beds
their friends are birds and animals

the wilds became nearer than the human hearts
they deal with them more safer than human deals
the wild tusks and nails are more mercy than the man speeches

look at Syria, palestine and Burma lands
the unfair nations said that," they are the God's hands
who brought them to establish justice at every sands

so, they must clear the land from the bad persons
the haggard and the backwards persons must be cancelled
as they are the reasons of every terrorist


what will they or they can do?
one comes with guns, tanks and planes surrounding their lands
killing them as insects without any merciful appearance

at the end one smiles and says," happy christmas"
yes, happy christmas but their rights and peace
must be established to show their white teeth

the red indian are done by new copy of white face
the colors are the same, they walked on two legs
they are not wild or have not black hearts

say to them happy new year
give them hand to make them feel
give them the help and share

with their humanity and return their
happiness, calm and the chance to live
at kind life with the smile and happy cheer
happy new year we say and forget the weak and the suffering persons
In this moment i feel fine.
Not trapped like falls foliage under neath winters white blanket.
Neither do i feel free
Like the fowl that flew south.
I feel somewhere in the awkward middle ground between
Flight and containment.
But what a beautiful feeling.
I may not be airbourne,
Honking with the lively flock of beasts
Seeking asylum from winters
Chillful howls.
But at least im above ground.
And thats encouraging.
Just jotting a little poem. Alot of people go through hell this time of year. Some have the best times of their lives. Just happy to be riding the in between. Merry xmas every body.
Ornaments and lights decorate trees
Traditions that we've made this to be
Presents are generous, but to be alive

Is the gift that continues to give
Because your presence
Is a present

Focus energy not on tensions
Or frustrations, but realizing
Appreciations for each lesson
Blessing, and silver lining

For Christmas cheer, is to be kind
To unite love like peace signs
And as we celebrate his birthday
To keep the good faith in mind.
I wrote this poem in honor of Christmas, last year. It's my first Christmas poem that I can remember dedicating to the holiday. I had also written a song about Christmas, but I'm pretty sure this was my first poem about it. I hope you find something to like. ^^
Breanna evans Dec 2018
I
had
all these
plans
for today
but
after I took
a few tokes
of that
Christmas Tree
I can’t do ****,
except lay here
and feel the vibrations
from all the traffic
on Old 60
Was gonna quit, but I just so happened to get hooked up with a nice, fragrant little nugget that was shaped a bit like a Pine Tree!

Merry Christmas
Brynn S Nov 2018
Little boy blue
In love with his shoe
Polish and clean
So fondly you gleam
Smile in delight
Scuffs in spite
Return to anew
You and your laced shoe
Title is a play on words, as mending a shoe could represent training the ability to stand tall/ confidence. Cleaning the shoe, getting rid of the faults. Heel to heal.
mils Oct 2018
?
what am I doing here?
lost within my mind
turning corners,
hoping for the best
I feel like I'm running blind
Is this another test?
filled with my own horrors
There is no more cheer
np Jan 2018
my heart races for you,
it goes the extra mile for you,
it passes the finish line for you,
it does all these things for you
and you aren’t even there to cheer it on from the crowd
Cherisse May Sep 2018
why
I've always wondered "why"
Why can't I write
Fluffy and warm poems,
Making me happy?

Why can't I write happy poems
Without hating myself?
Why can't I write about falling in love
Without cringing and deleting it?

Why are my friends
So good at writing poems
And making people feel
All these good emotions?

I want to be happy.
I want to be truly happy with whatever I'm doing.
Everyone's writing beautiful poems, and I feel happy whenever I read them. How come I can't write happy poems without sounding disgusting or trying so hard?

I want to cheer people up, too.
But I end up drowning in my self hate anyway.
I am a source of negativity,
And I'm genuinely sorry.
Gemma Davies Sep 2018
There's sunshine in my soul today,
Happiness in my heart.
I'm going to smile all day today,
Right from the very start.

There's a spring in my step today,
A twinkle in my eye.
I'm filled with good cheer today,
It doesn't matter why.

There's joy in my life today,
A smile full of glee.
I'm living on cloud nine today,
Happiness is free!
My poem was lovingly made into a 'Me to You Bear' video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1ChhZ-LU1k
simplycomplex Jul 2018
Stepping to the spotlight,
you know that this is
the moment of truth
when all eyes on you
you have to show them
all the hours you’ve been
practicing,
rehearsing,
and perfecting
every inch of the moves

Close your eyes
and breathe in deeply
as the music starts to beat
and the crowd starts to cheer
no more fear,
no more shame,
no more turning back,
and let yourself
express the inner you
right here, on stage

Feel the energy
as you never stop moving
to feed the hungry eyes
this is what makes you
feel crazy,
feel proud,
feel alive,
and let them fuel you
to be the best of you
and conquer your stage

Gather around
and bow down
as the crowd gives
the final cheer,
the standing ovation,
the satisfied looks,
and celebrate
the moment of triumph
after the performance
of once in a lifetime


Jakarta, February 16th 2015
Written on Jakarta, July 17th 2018
Inspired by The Greatest Showman and a performance I once did in the last year of high school.
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