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Darvin Ray Jun 3
First, you draw a square,
inside it — three more.

The one at the top
serves to control.

Lead a line down,
and connect the block —

Memory matrix
is what it’s called.

Draw a line,
then add some more —
and you’re almost ready to go.

There’s one last block
that’s set to show:

Call it the decoding central,
so we know what it’s for.

Give it some lines
that lead out right —

And now we know
what’s inside RAM...
right?
I wrote this poem when I was studying for a class of mine. It's a direct translation from my language, so if you are educated in this topic... I'm sorry.
bronn Jun 2
How am i gonna read those poem,
Without feeling blue.
In fact,
each words takes me back to you.

How am i gonna keep the rhyme,
If each of its words
Keep on pinching me
Right to my thigh

How am i gonna sleep at night,
Without banging me
of countless memories
that force my tears to write.

How am i gonna eat my pie
Without tasting the sensation
of you saying,
It was your favorite fry

How am i gonna live my life
If i keep on reminding
Myself
How much i yearn for you.
Please i know im not fine
CAN'T STOP,
WON'T STOP!!!
Keep on CLIMBING
TO THE TOP!!!
KEEP PUSHING, KEEP STRIVING
SUCCESS is hard WORK,
and I AIN'T LYING.
DON'T GIVE UP, keeping on MOVING,
Don't STOP NOW, keep on GROOVING.
You have got THE STRENGTH, THE TENACITY,
and THE COURAGE,
  THE WILL, THE POWER,
minus the DISCOURAGE!!!
you got the INDURANCE
You got the DRIVE,
You got the SELF-CONTROL,
To Keep HOPE ALIVE,
YOU KNOW YOU GOT THIS,
THE BALL IS IN YOUR COURT,
CAN'T STOP, WON'T STOP,
NOW, LET'S GET TO WORK!!!!


B.R.
Date: 07/27/2023
onlylovepoetry Dec 2023
Pradip marks the slow disappearance of faces in the market,
unknown yet familiar and thus important to the senses,
for our eyes crave continuity, comfort reassuring that time,
even time that robber par excellent, still provides some comfort
to our souls, in its own way, even the faces of strangers in familiar places are road markers, bookmarks, that even the known unknown offer a measure of solace, as we traverse the old familiar places
of daily life.

it must be remedied. some of you know that I make not idle promises,
that my promises to be there are effected, for I am affected by the
repair of the world in little, measurable manners, so the iCal calendar
modified with a Visit Pradip++, a new addition…

and on the way there
are few more exotic places where poetry grows that
will require some
layover visitations…

only time in its theiving secretive ways stands between me and
you denied grasping arms, taking the measure physical of a
beating heart
and river-wide smile,
maybe even I’ll practice with a trip to
remote foreign places, which they speak
the languages of poetry too,
Snake River, even Iowa!

olp/n.n.
Hastfan Aug 2023
I see vivid, my vision flowered
All the colours, i call them ours
Afterimages and my poems
Branded on my eyeball's moments

Blue does spread like food colouring
Dropped in my vision spluttering
I close my eyes to escape the noise
But all it changes, is the background choice

I see the bright blue sky
With floaters, sparkles and vivid lies
And sometimes my hands are dissapear
Beneath shadows leftover from lights bright near

But all in all it is alright
After all i could lose my sight?
And that is without mentioning my ears
that have been ringing for years.
julius Aug 2021
summer rain comes again
with the pained cry of someone
who isn't quite me.
summer rain comes again
where white meets gray
and lies are true.

static love
isn't love at all.
and i'm not sure
if i could trust you
if i were to fall.

with a single touch
the flowers beneath my skin
unearth and uproot.
with a single cut
i can easily erase
each and every mistake
that i've ever made.
Anne B Feb 2021
Burn those bridges, then
If you must.

Let them ******* burn.
Sometimes you gotta do.
Lost Property Jan 2021
what would u say if i told u the truth and said no
would u tell me
ur thinking of me
praying for me
that it does get easier
that i’m not alone
that ur always there if i need someone to talk to
don’t get me wrong i’m so grateful for every single amazing person in my life
but i already know you care about me
and i love that u love me
but i’m not okay, and to burden you with something i don’t understand myself is something i can’t do
Written 17/06/2020
jǫrð Jan 2021
I passed by fancy
Beach homes and dreamt of being
Some rich man's bedspread
The History: I watched the mcmansions pass, the beach waving in between. Daydream tides carried me on to fanciful things and being worth something to some driven man. hmm.
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