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One way to get wealth is by making
And the second way is by taking
Inflation is theft
Leaving people bereft
With the pace of inflation breathtaking

With minds all around us awaking
To the rules our leaders are breaking
In Bitcoin we choose
For we don’t want to lose
Our family wealth we’ve been staking

With strength of economies shaking
And all common sense forsaking
Now Bitcoin’s the way
For a much brighter day
With value that’s truly groundbreaking
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Àŧùl Jun 2022
Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
Should be grand,
It's a day that I can stand.

The most loveliest day of my life,
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
Should always exist,
It's a day that I'll always miss.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
The most loveliest day of my life.

And if you go,
I wanna go with you.

And if you ***,
I wanna *** with you.

Take your hand and fly away.

The most loveliest day of my life.
The most loveliest day of my life.
The most loveliest day of my life.

Such a lovely day,
And it's mine,
It's a day that I'll always miss.
Modified the lyrics to the masterpiece by System of a Down called “Lonely Day.”
My HP Poem #1951
©Atul Kaushal
Odd Odyssey Poet Apr 2022
All the shortest summers,
I compare a love to a beautiful day,
Tempted temperatures; this artistry close to lust,
There's a careless wind of having nothing to say.

But summer's a bit short,
by these winter chills down my spine,
You leave so lovely; missing a bright complexion,
And of course; that lovely bright smile.

All that's fair; but feels dimmed, and trimmed,
Cut off from your love, I held to my very last,
Opened my eyes to yours; to feel I once dreamed.

But I do scare of beauty's fade; coming to our age,
When all our possessions are but empty, and cold,
Children remembering us as shadows under shade.

Time grows. And I've grown deep roots into love,
But love often is this constant battleground.

But I'll be one keen to fight all for you.
Sunflower on azure
Clouds threaten

Rain
This is part one of a two part set of Tilus poems I finished recently.

Tilus Format:
First stanza two lines; second stanza one line
Six syllables in first line, three syllables in second line, and one syllable for final line
So 10 syllables total.
M Solav Mar 2022
Day number seven:
Still looking for
Easy gratifications;
These words came to mind
Spontaneously;
I wrote them down.
Am I to elaborate
On what I am yet to know?
Written on January 23th, 2022.


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Safana Mar 2022
We are the world
Because we write
We write yesterday
And today and tomorrow
We are the history itself
And we draw colors of all
Like white and black
And blue and bright
We are changing the world
From the Darkness to light
We are peace to the world
Because we draw green
And we are creating art and science
To everyone's life to be full with bright
Today is our Day
World Poetry Day
LC Mar 2022
a frosting-filled slice
eaten one day is a treat -
fluffy, sweet, luxurious.

eaten every day -
nails encrusted with frosting,
cloying, drained, decayed.
These are my reflections on social media - in two haikus.
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