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Sketcher Jul 2019
There was a man that sang in rhyme,
Every time he found a dime,
But by the time that he found nine,
He’d forget how to rhyme,
Then go back in time to rhyme,
Until he found another nine.
mjad Mar 2019
I don't like mustaches and you remembered
You kept it till last December
When you knew you'd see me one last time
You dropped out of highschool for an extra dime
My friends say you're not good for me
And I understand
A dropout and the girl with the principal as her biggest fan
But I live for the moments we have together
From Subway dates to running home in bad weather
My friends don't get how happy I am
How I understand that you aren't a good guy, but not a bad man
You have a warrant out for your arrest
But I sometimes fail my tests
We all have our bad things, we regret and don't flaunt
But you are not one of mine, and I'm of yours I hope not
A bad analogy I understand, but take a moment to see what you can
He's a sweetheart and a charmer for sure
But he loves me for me and that's pure
I dont get guys like that much if at all these days
And I know he means good intentions in all of his ways
As bad as they may be
And my friends remind me
We mustn't judge a book from the cover
Simple as can be
Seanathon Dec 2018
On a dime it turns
Vertical and sharper than any knife
Falling to one side
Suddenly
And the next thing you know
You’re not there anymore
In life
This is about sudden change and the shift in perspective. How quickly things turn on this human earth. Like finding songs, changing directions and the like. Some things just pop up out of the nothingness of the unexpected life. Why? Why did you choose? Why did you try? Or not... Just because. LOL.
Jo Barber May 2018
Poems are so fine.
I do them all the time,
sell 'em for a dime.
Such pretty, pretty rhymes.
A writer's block exercise.
SassyJ Mar 2016
Stock them high was the order of the day
In queues one by one, they flock shops
A social warehouse of common sales
Slashed home events, buy one get one

On a balcony I sip Chai Latte swiftly
Masses line up on spotlight street path
Each drawn in enterprises of expenditure
A dime for a good, a rhyme to amass more

Coloured triangle on the forehead illuminates
A third eye, a seer pry, mood eased to try
Our eyes meet and my tiled notebook melt
Sing my heart don't protest,soul free to sate

We lost in narrowed jungles strolling multiples
Outer casts giggling, deep withering multiplex
Pasted blocks of concrete as loneliness replies
A vice subtle, an automated paradigm in demise
Thanks J for a lovely day out, my soul is free to sate. I had a triangular pyramid on my forehead and you never questioned my spontaneity. I couldn't quite explain to people what the painted triangle on my forehead was, they really cannot understand..... I tried to be understood.Live life...Love Art....***
Koketso Hlahla Sep 2015
I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen people looking like they were born in perfection, with no regrets about their reflections. And looks were never a lesson they had to learn.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I've seen them smile with a perfect smile, with faces clear from lines. No scars, cause they look like stars.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I mean, looking so pretty and you do it so effortlessly and every second person throws a flirt, just to see if they could be with thee.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
When you put on pajamas and still look like a runway model, while other run away from run ways cause they aren't model enough for runways.

I've always wanted to know how it feels to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess it feels like perfection cause you're in love with your reflection and you get compliments every second.

I've always wanted to know what it feels like to be a flame, or a dime.
I guess I'll never know.
Cause that's just how things go.
Looks aren't for us all.
Just for you, and your all.
You look beautiful.
I noticed that perfection fell for your reflection. I hope that was the right decision.
I hope your voice, personality  and heart are just as beautiful.
Ham Aloufi Dec 2014
want to live in a world where we aren’t slaves to the dime.
I want to live my life while I’m still alive
But I’m stuck with a 9 to 5
Bullies on the side waiting to taking my lunch money away
Oh **** you got some expenses to buy
******* it I need to refill my prescription
I am trapped in a position
Dig through the garbage again
I need some real food to fill me in
So cold tonight
Look at the pretty hottie
But **** yo you ******* expensive
How come things are like that
I sleep in a bed when my fellow humans can’t get a roof over their heads
Oh right they don’t have that type of green
So why should we care bout their well being
They aren’t slaves to the dime
Why should things be like this it is ******* sickening how our world has become. Till when are we gonna keep silent
Big brother why are you taking his hugs away
Mother can love us all
It not fair
Some of us keep ranting about how cold it is. People be thankful you have something to cover yourself up. Or you know what? There are people out there whom question why are we even a part of this world. No food, clean water, clothes, heater, no medical care, safety, and simply dream of a roof over their heads.
How did we degrade this far?
How come there are people like that?
It’s ******* shameful how we allowed things to become.
We kept quiet for so long voice is simply gone.
We cared about the dime, and lost focus about what makes us feel alive.
We all should be living life in a world filled with love and care
Our earth had enough scars to bare
I am just sick and tired
Bout yea know
Just being a slave to the dime.
Beaux Dec 2014
I will never treat you like a ten
Because we are human
All wrapped in sin
I will never treat you so sweetly
Letting roses call out bleakly
Teddy bears stuffed with lies
But I'll sit and watch you cry
Or talk or smile or possibly die
But I'll be there throughout time
Bittersweet biting on lips
Hoping not to get the slip
I will never treat you like a ten
Because I'm human
Wrapped in my sins
Calling out with all my might
Whispering long goodbyes
Hoping Angel's wings shall break
Satan bound so filled with hate
Fingernails across the board
My thoughts are dying
Forever yours
Blessed to be the nothing you seek
Release those chains
Your soul be free

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