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Rosie Feb 2016
When I was younger I read Aesop's fables.
In it is a story about a father, son, and donkey.
The father and son try to please everyone they come across.
They end up falling off the bridge, and killing the donkey.
The moral is that you shouldn't try to please everyone.

I don't try to please everyone.
There are certain people I try very hard not to please.

But I do try to please some people.
And I rely on those people's opinions very much.
If I don't please them.
I don't please myself.

The problem is I sometimes pick the worst people.
....Like whoever I have a crush on at the moment.

And I hate it.
I hate that I need certain peoples' approval
For me to approve of myself.
Nevertheless, it still happens.
Don't do it.
Vast and unexplored
You used to be clean and clear like a mirror
Now we humans have polluted you
We explore space
But leave 95 percent of our own world unexplored
We think we should run away
But why not run down?
We spend 18.4 billion dollars to explore space
Yet we don’t even spend a billion on the unexplored world
Oh, ocean your mysteries may never be discovered
We were the transient children
windswept youth
marching to break the barrier
between nightness and dawn
whispering immigrant secrets
of our fathers
and mothers

lying on rooftops yelling
arrays of stars
speeding away
racing light
racing racing racing
hearts as we crawled
down fire escapes to
street corners
to proselytize

Amen
Hari Krishna
Namaste
As-Salāmu 'Alaykum
silent God
I love this poem, and I want to improve it. Comments on form?
Nigel Finn Dec 2015
I like to say I am a childrens book writer,
When I'm asked what it is that I do,
Some people say "he's a modest old blighter!
He's written good stuff for adults too."

I'm afraid I must correct what some people view,
As the simplelest past of my work,
So I say "That's correct, I write adult stuff too,"
And then over my face spreads a smirk.

"But my childrens poetry is much better stuff."
(And at this point their eyebrows arise),
"The audience", I tell them, "is far more tough,
They need intrigue, and twists, and surprise,

At every stage of the story, on every page,
To keep them listening from cover to cover,
Otherwise those dear kiddies fly into a rage,
And will start screaming at father and mother.

But adults are far easier to calm with a book,
It's the children's stuff of which I'm proud"
They then tend to fall silent, and give me a look,
As if what I said wasn't allowed.

Some try to argue; "But surely," they say,
"A thick novel is what good writers aspire
To be known for?" but I don't feel that way,
My aspirations are much, much higher.
Childrens books will always have a place among my favourite works, and I'm inclined to rate childrens books by such authors as Roald Dahl, Lewis Carroll and Hans Christian Anderson alongside the likes of Auden, Yeats and Dickens. Childrens literature is most certainly not something to be looked down on when compared to adult literature.
Ajey Pai K Dec 2015
There are people, by popular opinion, too insignificant and too small.
But the majesty of a masterpiece lies in it's tiniest intricacies!

-The Silent Poet.
And perhaps, in those little people, we see our own reflection.
Sara Leal Nov 2015
"That isn't poetry, it's just thoughts on paper"
That's why my opinion it's different of yours.
That's why everyone has their own opinion.
If it's not poetry for you,
It is for me.
English version
Kate Lion Nov 2015
7.
but what of the men
who work hard
sacrifice
keep their hearts pure?

the age has passed where one would think to honor them

the only recognition comes

in being a working woman
or a man who believes he is a woman
or the man who has feelings for another man

but what of the every day men
who also do extraordinary things?
This is just to note my observation of how the role of average men who do not claim to be either homosexual or women has been minimized in our society. Everyone's contribution is important.
Cíara McNamara Oct 2015
at the very core of my being
is all the scars only a trained eye could see -
what of beauty without misery?

Faded scars and a broken being
lead way to a nonchalant
way of seeing - or existing.

the root of scars,
the root of pain,
the root of endless misery

a pathetic quest for beauty,
but what even is beauty to me?
JDK Oct 2015
When two cents become worth more than a dime,
is it a crime to only shell out a nickel?
We're still making some kind of profit.
I hope you don't think I'm just being fickle.
GaryFairy Sep 2015
i have a right to speak ALOUD
ALLOWED to give my two CENTS
SENSE of freedom in opinions TOLD
TOLLED by thoughts that i dispense

i have a right to let them KNOW
NO others have walked my COURSE
COARSE visions from my own EYE
I write in blood from the source
I have written these before, but I never really called it a new style, or named it. The rules are that you have to use a homophone as the last word of each line, as the first word in the following line. I capitalized to give some a better idea. I am torn on whether to call it a style or form. i also used an extra set of homophones in the second stanza...do you see it?
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