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some have totally rejected
the protocols that were
carefully written down
choosing not to heed
their intent
taking the approach
of we'll follow
an unconstrained
bent

the conventions state
in a transparent glass
never of our purpose
should there be
any unpermitted
pass

adhering to terms and conditions
isn't an arduous task
they're so concise in respect
of what they ask

some enjoy free wheeling
though it will come at an expense
for not to remain within the parameters
means a quick despense
A work colleague and I were talking about our work place protocols. After the discussion, I decided to pen a poem on that theme.
Do you love me?
Do you love me on one condition?
Or one hundred?
Do you love me unconditionally?
Do you love me at all?
4.januar 2018.
I usually always write poems that rhyme.. trying to challenge myself a bit.
Alienpoet Sep 2017
Television romance

In scripted dialogue
and camera click bait
is this our love story
or can heaven wait?
in the dreams of writers
will love be fore filled
if we become fighters
Will fate yield?
and will the type writer give us that happy ending
as the stage is set and then completed
Will we kiss and get married and die together or will we pretend
That love is merely written in our stars or will we have retreated
from that notion
that can be grown only come from a story we tell ourselves about each other
and that love and devotion
Is merely a set of complex conditions that come from one emotion.
BSeuss Sep 2017
if you can't put yourself in my position through perspective,
don't talk bad about my shoes.
A broken diadem witness to those where dire traffic
with a southerly flux that pretend to track the vapor there
though this substance again duly addressed as *** holes now
contrast with this ever growing population while they gather
in their restaurant with Navistar global position.
Navitar in GPS
Jinn Prashanti Nov 2016
Money is not love
And...
Love is not money
But...
Time will still hum
While...
Nature remains cunning
Àŧùl May 2016
She said,
"I am truly yours,"
And me,
I am a fool always.
Waiting,
To be cheated,
They always say,
"I have found someone better,
He's just like me & so compatible."


I had read her acceptance letter then,
She had promised me to love me,
I had even renamed myself,
For her, I took that step,
So long as lifelong.

Reading her old love letters,
I now realize its postmortem,
That I read none complete,
At the bottom of the offer,
Was written in small letters,
**"CONDITIONS APPLY"
My HP Poem #1076
©Atul Kaushal
Nilotpal Dutta Jul 2015
my clothes are not torn out,
so what?
i can still write a poem
hunger isn't killing me,
so what the k?
i will still write a poem.
i ain't clouded by poverty,
and there's no hole in the ceiling
to see the stars on a clear sky.
so fu
*
g what?
i will still write a poem.
i am 'poles apart' a condition
like the  Pink Floyd's  "Division Bell".
but i am still writing my poem.
i don't read them to people,
friends, strangers or everybody.
anybody? but nobody might read them,
and I still write the poem.
Like me, I may like you too.
Hate me, I may like you more.
Ignore me, I may be your dream.
Love me, I may kiss you in front of them.
Be with me, I will marry you.
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