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RAHUL TRIPATHY Jun 2019
Night, beautiful night
But why beautiful, I asked
You are just void,
Dark, as if hiding in a shadow,
Signify inexistence
Then what makes you beautiful.

Light, the night murmured
faint dispersed light running through me,
Making me visible enough to be visualized

If if were not for that something I have always been against,
I would have never glown in the dark,
Lost forever in existence.
Let go of your anger,
let go your ego
And once see with open mind
For the world is bigger than you think.

This poem is a search, a search of what makes something beautiful.
Dhaye Margaux Mar 2016
You focus your attention to things I don't see
Intransingent you are to me
You never said yes or no, always maybe
We're two branches that won't meet on this tree
There's nothing I can give but my specialty
I thought you like a little of my recipe
But you just ignored when I offered coffee
Now I know what you like-  it is the tea
From that floating resto-bar at the sea
I am not a *******, I can see
It is best to not expect, just let it be
Intransingent: refusing to agree or compromise;inflexible
*******: a fool

*I am talking here with my "wants" and expectations, not to a person.
Brent Kincaid Nov 2015
I’m going to solve my problems
By fixing you!
That sounds like the perfect thing
For me to do.
Life would be fine for me if you
Did not insist
On carrying on all the time and
Getting me ******.

You keep on ignoring me when I
Tell you what to do.
Everything would go just right.
It’s up to you.
Do what things like I tell you to
It’s best for you.
You never manage things as
Well as I do.

I’m amazingly organized and
You are not.
You haven’t the gift for it like
I have got.
You’d just mess things all up
For me to fix.
I’m not stupid, you know, I’m
Onto your tricks.

You get the wrong thing because
You did not hear
What I was saying went in and
Out of your ear.
Things always need to be done
A certain way.
And they would be if you would just
Recall all I say.

I swear I don’t know what you’d do
Without me.
You’d turn into some kind of major
Chaos factory.
We’re much better off if you just
Do as you’re told.
This petty bullheadedness is
Getting rather old.

Because all that is wrong with me
Is the stuff you do.
I would be a success story if it
Wasn’t for you.
You manage to ***** things up by
Not following rules.
Nothing would ever get built without
The proper tools.

But things will get better soon,
I promise you that,
Because a hot new slugger has come
Up to bat.
I’m taking over everything so
You just lean back.
In no time at all I’ll have your life
Right back on track.

— The End —