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Karijinbba Jun 2019
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π
lol
// H.P \
// "I dreamt \
√∆∆∆∆// that I was a song,\∆∆∆∆√
   ∆∆// astounding tune \∆∆
// and every one \
// was \
// singing me \
// off-key for \
// way too long \
/ /until they got \
// the Gist of me \
// and then the music \
// was fine" \
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By: Karijinbba.
inspured by PC
my first ever teacher
The Art of Comedy
my other muse
LOL
Ah i hope i dont get sunk!
Bus Poet Stop Apr 2015
this is not a ten stepper essay.  You are, and you admit it, full stop. Addicted to HP.  No help here.

but to answer the question...

the writing of a poem,
no matter what your style,
eye dropper word selection,
slow methodical,
or furious expelling, frying oil
until crescendo is achieved
is clearly a fulfillment of
a ****** type of need.

Afterwards,
after words,
when you repeatedly
check the number of likes,
it is just you asking me

was it as good for you
as it was for me?

Usually, eventually,
the answer is a
quiet, soft spoken,
very few reads version of:

"Uh, just let me sleep"
which means you will try again
in the the morning suncomeforth.
eye put the vin in vignettes
Star BG Apr 2019
I can’t sleep so I’ll count sheep
but since no sheep I see
I think I’ll just take a breath
and write some poetry.

One Two Three and Four
their I find some verse galore
Five six seven their ripe
Post I will on hp site
can't sleep so I am being silly
False Poets Jan 2015
like yours
if you'll reciprocate

follow you
if you'll follow me

repost mine
repost yours

pump up those
double discount
quantitative adulations

making everything here,
cheapened and discounted

“Oh, what a tangled web we weave...
when first we practice to deceive.”

standalone
on your merits own
the only way to stand
upright
Gods1son Mar 2019
Take me to the world of poetry
Where the syllables are colourful as flowers
The rhyme flows like a river
The message sheds light like the Sun
The metaphorical expressions send shivers down my spine

As I journey through the stanzas,
I wanna smell the sweet fragrance of its words
Dive into its lake of deep emotions
Ride through its different terrains and styles
Enwrap me in its poetic layers
Take me to the world of poetry
I was told I will never want to leave
HP is that world, you guys are the gardener in the world and I have never left since I got introduced by Google search
Star BG Mar 2019
POETS bleed out words.
siphoned out with needle like pen.

My words seem to be HP positive.
thought sometimes
it changes to HP negative.

My blood bank is
called HP.
It's always stocked
with much blood infused words.

A grand place
just a click away.
Inspired by chat with TS Poetry Thanks for continuing the art of poetry
TheStartOfMyEnds Dec 2018
Like a wall of China in layers
Held together by the bricks of broken dreams
And never ending prayers
Surrounds "I"
The mind mothered the heart of I
As I sought for love
And found home in Writing
Dedicating this piece to all. Thank you for all your support and love in Writing. Hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year. I'm ever so grateful to have found HP and able to be part of this writing community.
YUKTI Dec 2018
While I lay quiet still in the dark
Ashes of my cigarette
Spread all around in the ground


While I lay quiet still in the dark
I think that maybe I am that touch
Of wind that destroys the castle of cards.



While I lay quiet still in the dark
Eyes closed and slowly sipping wine
With fingers moving on the rim of the glass.

©yukti
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