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I put you on a pedestal
and now you want to stay on top
of my kindness, patience, affection
Obsessed, you can't stop

I'm out of the picture
and it is a lonely view
Trading efforts for nothing
because nothing is what you do
His4Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people
There were  low level talks
A boy and a girl in love affair
In festivals and fairs together
It was a talk of the town
Matter reached the high commands
There were high level talks
Followed by a Memorandum of Understanding
Boy and girl not to talk
End their love affair
Separate forever
Honouring the decision
There were low level talks
Followed by a joint declaration
" Had they known it before
Love ends in misery
They would have proclaimed far and wide
On Facebook, Twitter, Instagram
No one should Nourish Love"
He was behind a theodolite
Taking level readings
With a levelling staff
For a contour on a hill
Road construction along it
A beauty came in line of collimation
He shouted Julie Julie
His voice couldn't reach the lady
As she was a mile afar
His boss could hear it
He pulled him by his collar
Fired him from his job forever
As boss was beauty's daddy
Level points couldn't be located
For beauty's level walk to him
John McCafferty Jul 2020
Harmonic vibes from past tribes
Come together to realign
Our voice as one is magnified
Raise your level from inside
Trust in part with what can't be seen
Feel supreme in alternating tones
Eyes often closed to open minds
Reap beliefs to form your own
No words are needed to succeed
Moving true free and deeply
Yet synchronised numbers rhyme in kind
(@PoeticTetra - Instagram/twitter)
Somewhatdamaged May 2020
That wretched face
Inside of that beautiful skin
I couldn't see
I cannot believe

Swirling in the delusion
You created
Your tainted caress
I hope we never ever met
But the smile that gave away
My trust
Your illusion

Now I'm so sick
of your *******!
Its clearer than ever
You dragging me in your downward spiral

You've tore me inside out
But I've finally figured out
What really must be done
No mercy! No remorse!

Oh my beautiful liar
You cold blooded *****!
Never I thought I would do this.
Now I'm on my knees
You brought me down to your level...
rowdy lee May 2020
I'm dying by hunger
he said
and I remembered about
all these ruined places
and its children
and their mothers
you're not dying

you just still don't have enough capacity
to realize
that you don't need a new jacket
and shoes
you own muddy ones in the hallway
and the others you don't like
give me
a better reason

and try
to swallow your dreams
and keep them
in a digestive tract
to the last second
of not giving a ****

as the ones who are trying to fall asleep now
on the pillow of tomorrow's death
Maybe there is a grammar/meaning mistakes in my poems as English is my second language. Glad if you'll warn me. Thank you.
Sometimes I want to confess
How much I depend on a substance
To write something fresh and new
Something built on drunken faith and chance
Build my sonnet to rhyme
In my drunken stupor
My words founded on the dime
And the meaning without who, for
An unsung meaning to her
Him be bewildered
And world be condescending
What the two want together
Be condescending
As if I can describe
The feeling I burn to identify as mine
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