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If I were a world dictator,
I would make peace now, not later,
I would ban bombs and guns,
A new way on Earth begun,
Big dreamers start with dreams,
We could change the world, it seems,
We need peace now, not later,
If I were a kind dictator.........
Feedback welcome.
You took from me, everything
my senses, my freedom,
the untold story,
my last wing..

You wanted my voice
to disappear, in
the silence and
lost its own
you thought
I was full of fear
you really wished
for a single tear.

How did I get here?
I don't know exactly
I have no memory.
where is the territory
where are my people
the kingdom
full of peace

You never believed
that I would move
when I tremble,

You never whispered
the truth from
your mouth.

You've always assumed
that I am no one,
I can never be someone.
That's why you tried
to shut me up,
cut my part.

You never thought
I would fight back

You never realized
how far I can fly,
how blind that
you are.

You never believed
in me.

You never saw me
as a threat.

You don't know me
but you will.

Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
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Have a good day/night !   - E
The dreams i just dream
Are enough to change everybody in the world.
Just now i had a funny one,
I luckily won 1000000 dollars in a casino,
And i am busy buying and selling,
No wonder i havent wrote today.
Day dreaming has become my habbit of late.
Ahnaf Jul 18
A towering wooden frame
Lined with fake lotuses  
Written all over

Here Lovers' promises
Sit unscathed, untested

Words etched
In just a single moment of love
Live forever
As love elsewhere dies away
fray narte Jun 27
Maybe I left my dreams in the last song I sang in the shower. Maybe you left yours in your first, half-empty cigarette pack, still hidden beneath a pile of clothes.

Maybe somewhere along the way, it wasn’t our dreams that died, darling — it was us.
As inspired by the line: It wasn’t the dream that had gone wrong but the dreamers — Harlan Coben, Stay Close
falls on
the taxi
light as
blue rain,
of what
lies in all
the hearts
and bodies
I had seen,
in the night
streets with
their umbrellas,
of all of the
millions ways
they were
them so
their shining
of the
the tiny
in their
with the
songs of
they were
in love,
in gentle
touch as
they say
to each
“you are
the one
who lives
within me,
In endless
I passed
by a cafe,
and I
upon the
when eyes
would meet
before my
knew it’s
in your
I, the poet,
paint the
heart through
words, I see
what others
turn away from,
I seek the
in your
eyes and
the stars
in a drop
from the
I am,
I will muse
of when
I will come
to you, with
petals in
the azure
sky and
in our
for there
will be no
sleep for the
karo Apr 12
what if i am not
the one
will somebody catch me
when i fall
thought i knew the way
i am not
so sure anymore
Venus Star Mar 29
is it real, to be lying in the yellow meadows
beneath the willow trees
in our own worlds

is it too good to be true?
in this cosmos
to be dreaming about a willow tree
in a yellow meadow

a simple thought
a pen in my hand
a thought in my head
i wonder what ill dream up next

~the poetry enigma
Ciel Feb 5
I salute all the parents who sacrificed everything
to ensure a better life for their kids.
I feel for the kids that are constantly told they do not belong.
I celebrate the courage of the families who sought a new beginning.
I stand behind the immigrants, and the refugees,
Behind those who were brave enough to make a choice
and those who did not have one,
I stand by the kids who fight for a better future.
Those who claim a country that refuses to recognize them.
I stand by those who dared to dream.
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