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mikey Sep 2018
I am like a fish out of water.
Yet it's too shameful to cry.
Struggling to breathe
Letting out as much as a sigh.

They know where they’re going
And brush past my shoulders.
Like a stream that never stops flowing
The water gets colder.

I will never see the end.
They're going places and they’re going far.
And I am who I am
But who I am is not who they are.

Am I a fish out of water
Or a failure to manipulate?
Am I going against the ordinary
before it is too late?

Is it the wrong way
If I choose to stay put?
Is it wrong to stay
If no one else could?

Maybe one day I'll push through them.
this poem is about being optimistic and going in the opposite direction of a one-way path. sometimes you don't know whether the end destination is good or not, you just have to hope.
rooprahkleja Sep 2018
The way we look at the world
Everyone
With their own eyes
And ther on ways
Seeing small things
Or feeling big things
On our own way
And one day
You will see that
On your own way
How everybody
Sees everything
On their own way
And then
Accept it
And enjoy you own way
Of seeing world
Gemma Davies Sep 2018
Each one of us can make a difference...
We have the opportunity every day.
Together we can make a change...
It's time to lead the way!

What you do makes a difference...
Be the change you wish to see.
Volunteer, Recycle...
Help the homeless or plant a tree.

If everyone put their hands together...
For we are the human race...
Imagine what we could achieve...
We'd make the world a better place!
My poem was lovingly made into a 'Me to You Bear' video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgMHN5tCPPQ
Amanda Kay Burke Sep 2018
When will you learn
The difference between loving
And being in love?
She didn't want love. She wanted to be loved. And that was entirely different.
-Atticus
Sarah Aug 2018
We're standing on the opposite shores of a sea made of our differences
And we have no ships to sail across
We lost our love amid that sea
And into its depth
Sank our story and our memories
We were no divers
No swimmers or sailors
We were simple people who were afraid of water
Afraid to leave the safety of the land
And that fear costed us each other
When an earthquack set the land apart
How I wished you could come
Cross a bridge made of love
Plant a kiss on my cheek
And wipe away the farewell tears
But you never did
Nor was I brave enough to do it myself
We should have built a ship
Or overcame our fears and learned to swim
But instead we decided to quit
It is not you to blame
And it is not me
It is just the big blue sea
A sea, and a whole lot of fear.
I was very hesitant about this one so I'd love to hear your opinions
I used to have a gathering of friends
In which our countenance portrays
The unique ambiguity of our experience

I missed the void
Created by our ambitions
To trade where untrended

I used to have a precious gift
In which my heart portrays
the profound tenderness of emotions

I missed the void
Created by our differences
To disagree not to agree

I used to have a soul mate
In which our love portrays
the attributes of an unending joy

I missed the void
Created by our blindfold
To unwrap the suppressed pretence

That destroyed the unending togetherness
As it was anticipated.
It tries to describe friendship that got soared by ambition, difference and pretence
"I will not throw away my shot."
Do not throw away your shot.
We have one shot to make a difference.
We have one shot to show them who we are.
To make them see we aren't who they think we are.
To let them hear us.
We have one shot... Make it count.
We must leave behind a legacy.
"What is a legacy? A legacy is planting a garden that you'll never get to see."
Let the younger ones see us fighting for what we believe in-
let them see us dressing for ourselves and not to impress others constantly
let them see us being who we are
let them see us using our words for good and not for evil
let them see us changing the world
one
word
at
a
time
Acina Joy Aug 2018
He told me he liked things special.
Liked things different.
To be on the edge.

So I set myself on fire,
painted myself with the colours of flames,
lit myself with gasoline and gave him a blazing fire.

And when he got too close to the flames,
he told me I tore him apart.
That I was the reason he strayed away.
Why he had a reason to be safe
from the danger he made me into,
and fell into the arms
of a girl who he hadn't asked to change instead.
never change for someone who won't accept who you are
Shruti Dadhich Jul 2018
The difference was only of thoughts,
You said she was no more,
& I said she went to heaven's shore...
She said in anger
“I was princess
Living at my land
Every thing I wanted
Was come, was brought
I loved the world
When I went to swim
At the river that
Passed at my land
Carrying happy and good
Beside me my friends
Girls at my age
Some men appeared
And kidnapped me and some
Friends and took us out
We all were sold
Slave was treated
I stayed at that
After trials of escape
I was hurt very heart
I satisfied with that
Till I was sold
To your master that
Hurt you dearest, dearest
One”
He said “what you said?
I am dearest in fact”
She said and bowed her hear head
In beauty, in smart
She said “how do you come?
I was at that land
Called Ethiopia”
She said “that was my land”
They said truly at loud
They laughed then cried
He said “I was the master's son
Leader of many families
Prepared to be the second
Leader at my nations
When I was trained
I was kidnapped
I was taken out
And stayed at that land”
She said “that is bad”
He said “that is bad”
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