To be, or not, to be...
That is plagiarism.
Although, the rested see..
It's the only "ism"
Will I do?
Or, will I do not?
Will I place soulfully, the life before me?
Or, will I defy my end with bitter, confusion.
I doubt them both.
Within my heart,
I chase a rope.
About a time,
When rhyme and cope.
Are one, the same,
Rewrite my hope.
Can one remain,
While others greave?
Burn the bridge,
And meld the seam.
Your idle dream,
Don't mind the pain,
Rewrite and leave.
I was a masterpiece
Created by almighty
One of the unknown individual
Sharing her thoughts
Dreaming to be the great
Giving all her best to her works
Many things that have been wasted
Thoughts have been messed
Still create a simple masterpiece
A poetry of her own
A works that can be known
A simple paragraph that it has showed
As the young poetess
Craves for more
Ink on her pen
Sheet of paper
To express her thoughts
To give a simple message
To be a good example
and to be INSPIRATIONAL
Supporters over haters
Aiming for more likers
Hope to be known
When a real work was not shown
Shown whenyou share it for fame
To be called by a famous name
Cant you feel a lil shame
When someone shows their works not for fame
Show it with notebook and pen
Don't plagiarize just for fame
Is it a crime,
If I do not rhyme?
Will I be put to jail if my metaphors are lame?
Will I be put to jail because I steal your fame?
Or my life will forever be in shame?
I borrowed your words
Well, technically not really your words
I am not a word thief
Unless the Dictionary will sue me
Unless my own mind sue me
As talent drained from every inch of my mind
I found reading other's work only made me jealous
I started to feel unpopular
Not enough ideas left to create anything at all. Not a single drop of inspiration.
As all of theses emotions and realizations mixed together
I became okay with copying your work.
I can imagine you slaving in the dark
Racking your brain to find the perfect words to finish the last line
Lucky for me I have it all right here, completed and ready to post
Finished and polished and prepackaged with a message I didn't think of but everyone will commend me for.
I hope you enjoy it.
In every “Poetry Place”
There is a Copycat Corner.
We know it’s a disgrace
So here’s another “Warner”.
Why they do it I’ll never know,
Those Copier and Pasters.
Their words they seem to glow,
But they’re a bunch of Wasters.
Taking all that praise,
For stuff they haven’t written,
It seems to be a craze,
And many do get bitten.
Just Google their “fine words” or use those plagiarism sites,
And you will find the original poems
Bedecked with copyrights.
I’m sure this place just isn’t free
Of people like this,
Just look and see!!!
The Admins must get their fingers out,
And give these villainous rogues a massive clout.
Me, I will show all due diligence,
But my job here,
Is to show My brilliance.
(NOT someone else’s!).
How is it
That every perfect word has already been spoken,
Have all dropped off another person's tongue?
I feel I cannot pen originality, but chosen
Poetic words and poetic lyrics from poetic songs.
If a fledgling writer dips his quill in another's inkwell,
It's stealing and lack of imagination.
But in other's rhymes, lifting becomes an art
That leads to success, a homage rebranding genius.