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As the animal nature
Pulls me to your door
A hunger driven
By the sense
Of getting more
I knock a little louder
Let me in!
You know
I like to stop by
Every now and then
Tell him it's your papa
Send him out the back
Tell 'em you need cigarettes
To go get a couple packs
We can go somewhere else
If oh dummy just won't leave
Tell 'em your sister is waiting
Over at your brother Steve's
Cause you know my love
Animals have to feed
...
Inspired by the Animal Nature in me.
Traveler Tim

I was going for the shock factor…
Did I shock you?
a ;
a .
a ?
some - – —
an ‘
some ( )
a ,
an _
a few ‘ ’ " "
the rare *
the gaping ...
some [ ]
some { }
some !!!
and a healthy :

there you go,
you can write a poem now.
Please someone help.
If not there is little hope left..
Time is running out…
….

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Kara Shirlene Dec 2024
Feed your starving soul,
Let inspiration flow.
Thus you slip away;
Don't wait another day!

Capture every glance.
Still the water's dance.
Freeze the hands of time;
Your Spirit needs to shine!

Look now through the glass.
Don't let the moment pass.
Starving soul, feast on,
Before your spark is gone!

©KSS 11/2014
Cool Ice Dec 2024
To wake up and wonder,
A blank screen, and a cursor
Blinking on and off,
Like ideas that stir,
And thoughts that drift,
In the docx, they confer.
There are so many short poems here that I had to write one -_- (I mean I wrote one with 900 words)
Flea Dec 2024
As I spill my ink
I feel like an octopus
Ink every where
But I still have to design that
Tattoo
And write this poem
Though painful at times
Emotionally
It will be well with
The spilled ink
Bekah Halle Nov 2024
You flutter your flighty, fleeting tunes,
Lift us too, beyond,
To the stars and moon.
dead poet Nov 2024
write a verse,
write a song,
write it with the chillum of a ****.
write slow, write fast -
write with an ******* while it lasts.
write for the right reasons, and the wrong ones too:
write because it matters to you.
write like a man, write like a woman -
write despite their contempt, unforgiven.
write on the walls,
of the times you recall -
when you felt small,
or when you’d fall.
write your heart out!
write your ***** out! -
and don’t you ever doubt -    
wheather it’ll work out,
or choke your bank account.
write, if not for anything -
for the hope that still lies within;
just write, do not ask why!
if you must know -
write because you’d rather die.

write, my friend -
write.
I want to create.

I want to weave my sorrows
into something that’s bearable to behold.

I want to be still-
like the stones my Nana mourns,
I want to rest beneath the dirt
(but I’m scared I’d be too restless
to lie peacefully).

Like the little world in my room,
(and the gaping maw of my bloodline)
I am ****** to feed the cycle that came before me
and rest.

My joints creak under the weight
of this petty mind.
My eyes bag under the weight
of these sleepless nights.
Yet still,
my hands ache for something just out of reach-
a longing for something more than I am now.

But words aren’t enough for this untouchable need.
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