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Middle Class Feb 2016
Windowless, shadowless, fluorescent a room and schoolyard scent. A lecture on earth's composure rumbled on as thunder sounded when I need not know where my toes were. Terrestrial topography in the row marked 2 or 3. The hierarchy of "figured out" and inane diplomacy, but I was feeling fine. I was sitting alone and still and looking at the morning faces. I left spaces left and right so I could swallow my mind and wrap up tight in the vacuum allowed. The collided waveforms hit my selective ears. I'll see you next week. I'll see you next week. My knees are weak and I'm writing the words I don't know how to speak and writing the rhythm, the subject I so often treat poorly, write off as a cliche archetype made for the gullible, penned by the phony. Yet I can't wait. A nervous anxious wonder I can't shake, like a beautiful sun gliding over a closing wake with the wind on its back and a ship to take.
uzzi obinna Feb 2016
Ocean water wash up my feet,
Chilly rough sand underneath,
Behind me a torturous pit,
Within me a burning seat;

Onwards i'll be with the stars,
At will visiting venus and mars,
Away from the hurts and scars,
From his cruelty and lies;

I have finally closed the door,
To hurting me anymore,
From now i'll forever soar,
But not dragged on the floor;

I gave my heart, he took it all,
I was rend apart, he made me fall,
But now i run, i will not crawl,
my past i burn, i regain it all;

I have made a solemn choice,
No more silence to my voice,
If i will, i'll make a noice,
And stand in confidence and poice;

I will win and never loose,
Although i suffered hatred and abuse,
I'll put myself to reasonable use,
And watch my achievements reproduce.
This is dedicated to every woman who have suffered one form of abuse or the other and have lost her self esteem as a result.
You can still do great things if you can see the value in you.
Cody Haag Jan 2016
Don't have a flame,
Have a bonfire.
Don't have a spark of power,
Create an empire.

Don't sing a note,
Croon a ballad.
Don't dance a move,
Reanimate those pallid.

Don't stop because you can,
Don't stop at all.
Turn this message
Into your motto and call.
Damian Murphy Jan 2016
Much poetry
May fade quickly
From memory.
Though there are such
That move us much,
Our souls do touch.

Catch us off guard
Or strike a chord,
Our hearts reward.
Some witty, wry
Some make us cry
Or wonder why.

Others inspire
Dreams and desire,
Ignite a fire.
Many appeal
for they are real,
They make us feel.

The truly great
Reverberate,
They resonate.
"Poetry is to me
As leaves are to the tree"
Nick Moser Jan 2016
Many people rip on me for my “not-so-great” luck with Women.
But, jokes on them.

I’ve had some ***** before.

Until I had to get rid of them after I discovered I was allergic to felines.
MEow.
Christopher Lowe Jan 2016
Shh
Greatness
Spoken of in silence
Hushed kindness

Turmoil
Yelled through gritted teeth
Bombastic trivialties
Irah Joyce Dec 2015
I was whole before you came,
mightier than an animal with a mane.
hated by many unlike a celebrity full of fame,
and then you came.
Showered me with compliments without a shame
made me feel like i'm your greatest gain.
But one day I was so close to being insane
because you stopped calling me babe
and acted as if you didn't know my name.
you closed all the window pane,
left me like an unfinished game.
Now, i'm a just broken pieces of pain.
The only great wall is in China baby and i hate that i put mine up from time to time.
You know i'm going to be as strong as i can be
It is required from a man
And that's what i want to be.
Lunar Dec 2015
for the Great Perhaps,
instead,
perhaps, for something great
Red Fox Dec 2015
I am ME
For I am FREE
Uncontested, **NEVER BESTED
I wanted to do a 10 word poem to end the night.
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