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We all have the ability to suffer
when it comes to love.
We all have the ability to get the pain when expectations run away from our brain.
The reality always hits you.
And here I am in.
So let's get all of them create you become an art.
This poem may not get you
but it is better to share with you.
You may not realize who you are now,
until someone tells you,
someone that you didn't know before;
the strangers in your mind.
Indonesia, 11th January 2022
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
GQ James Feb 2021
I don't want your body,
I want your heart, mind, and soul.
That intellectual vibe,
*** is easy but conversation isn't,
Can't converse with everyone,
But can *** with everyone,
Your body is the last thing I want or need,
I wanna feed your heart, mind and soul.
Man Jan 2021
fear them;

for their strength
for their intelligence
for their rationality
and their unwavering pursuit of the truth
fear them

because they know more than you
because, in their strength, they are stronger than you
just like how in their clear headed soberness
they scare you
with simple truths
because of your refusal to acknowledge them

simply put
fear them
because they are repulsed by you
and can figure out how to be rid of you
and will be rid of you
when your usefulness dries
GQ James Nov 2020
Look into your eyes and I see you,
Not all of them can see but I see,
The beauty of who you really are isn't seen,
The elegance of your beauty isn't seen,
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,
Every set of eyes are different,
What one sees another won't see.

Those thick thighs,
Them beautiful curves,
That big ****,
Is not what that caught me,
Your beautiful mind is what caught me,
Your body is what I saw,
Your mind is what keeps me.

Many have great assets,
Not many have a beautiful mind,
Intellectual connections are forever,
You can become tiresome of a big **** and smile,
The physical becomes tiresome,
The intellectual last forever,
Let's keep this moment.
Traveler Oct 2020
This is a gift I brandish alone
My sheath is my passion
My sword is my poem
Intellectual aestheticโ€˜s
My centre of pleasure
My creativity flows on
This body is tethered

People can make me feel quite strange
They roll their eyes and shake their brains
Seldom are they on the same page
Where poetry flows
In an aesthetic array

But this is who we are
And there is no need to change
The expanding universe
Is calling our names
We are the creative ones of our societies
It is not a burden but the gift,

Traveler Tim
Zaira Jun 2020
๐ˆ ๐š๐ฆ  ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐š๐ซ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ,
๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐š๐›๐ž.
๐ˆ๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ž๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ.
๐„๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง,
๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ.
๐’๐จ ๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญโ€™๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ž๐ฉ.
Andrew Rueter Jun 2020
The pathetic get pedantic
with thoughts mostly planted
the world they misunderstand it
yet thereโ€™s still discourse demanded
so they take terminology and brand it
as whatever they need to stand fit
and begin digging us into the **** ditch
of their messy rhetorical **** sandwich.

They use the term doublethink
as a subtle wink
to how theyโ€™re dumb and stink
on a drug that sinks.

They use echo chamber
to dismiss with anger
the opinions of strangers
for perceived danger.

Anything they donโ€™t like is virtue signaling
itโ€™s my Aunt Gertrudeโ€™s symphony
to construe simply
the spiderโ€™s spindling.

They call others thought police
while they have a lot to preach
because they want a monopoly
over what the public got to see.

They use the term hivemind
to deny why
the other side cries
saying they want a prize
for parroting the right thing
they avoid the scorpionโ€™s sting
by diminishing and destructing
the otherโ€™s mind as nothing.

All of these terms have their place
yet we use them to race
to arguments lacking grace
putting palm to face
to bomb the brakes
of the train that takes
us to a lane of fake
******* banter waste.
Autumn Ehrhardt Jun 2020
Are you truly ready for your desire
To become a full burning bonfire
That would mean the wanting
Has been received
Then crystallized
Not just a fuzzy dream
And fuzzy dreams are easier to digest
They donโ€™t need actualization and self-respect
Wanting is just needing and that feels the best
A passion pines a promise token
For my wanting once received
Canโ€™t be a promise to be broken
I am writing 3 poems a day since May 8th. My next goal is post once a day.
Amna Khan May 2020
The sprinkled moondust
hovering above the wisps of clouds,
veil the puzzle pieces
as they linger
in the pools of wisdom
left behind by the sages,
where the thinkers have bathed
and left their sorrows,
to come out immaculate;
leaving a legacy
for the new intellectuals to put together.
Comment if you liked any specific parts of my poem. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Rosen Blanche Mar 2020
no body is a venture
care for yourself
as you would care
for your art
your home
your heart
with conscience as
your guide
a gift to share, not hide
listen and retain
as the beat echoes

match this frequency
born as me
a silhouette to a wave
i am free
I think..
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