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Dante Rocío Sep 2020
Anyone who carries out
and
lives through
depths, complex
meanings
and
peculiarities in own
understanding
in their acts and affiliation
,
commits
Poetry
.
No matter if you’re plumber, cleaner, calligraphist, writer, sailor or any other deemer,
you won’t ever refrain from Poetry,
you want it or not,
if you exude tailored and ownly born
ways and wisdom understandings
only your steps in it have
byron Johnson jr Aug 2020
The point of view
Is that it is pointed at you
of which your perspective is askewed
They will point to their point of view
demand that you start anew
Muddy the waters till it looks like a stew
murky and obtuse
gory and smelling of refuse
Lacking scenery the perfect image of destitute.
No refuge just excuse
one right after another
Soon all the words come together
Musty dusty and covered in leather
it all changes right before your eyes
now it looks right because your thruth started to die
now your whole life is just a big ole lie
That is the whole point of this
Your point of view
Is pointed at you
Now they are all the same
Your point of view is a point of view
It just isn't the same
Nidhi Jaiswal Aug 2020
I weep daily............
Not
Due
To
My
Pain.
But,
After weeping i feel so much relief
of
Burden.

I feel so much relief after weeping..Weeping is need to be strong one.
It's also an exercise to remove extra burden of mind,after weep we feel in relief.
Thanks for reading my opinion.
florescent buzz
of the streetlight fleeting against
the infinity of night
soggy cherrios
left on the slide - forgotten
in mid-imagination
liver spots
on the streets
we grew up in
duck bobbing merrily
feet fluttering in the summer air
another quaint death
sun bleeds red
through closed eyelids
can’t escape the day
injured bird
in my shoebox
**** Darwin
grumble of the semi’s
greedy gut, gobbling my ancestors
wheels turning like time
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