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Axel May 2019
While I was away,
Girls have been touching their hair with love
And girls were in love with their body like lust

While I was away,
Water have been so clear it made me teared
And ice met with eyes like a deer with a carrot

While I was away,
Diamonds are still in beauty like she's in love with a beast
And golds are like a moon shining bright when the night covers the earth

But when I am here,
The time is ticking backwards and words are read in reverse;
All I see are pain and misery people
And black rainbow isn't just a metaphor anymore.
indah khabar dari rupa.

Self-love is not selfish
Global warming is real
Woman should not be ashamed of their body
Guys should not be ashamed of their feminine
Speak out, your opinion matters!
Talk out, your feelings matter!
Reach out, love isn't endless.
Axel May 2019
pull up the curtain,
spotlights in front,
don't mess it up
put on your big boy face
and smile; just be brave
let them see what's the cover
never let them see what happens backstage
and smile brightly for your lover
though your neck is breaking
though blood is on the rise
right above your snowy white arms.
put on your fake smiles while you still can.
giving up now.
julianna May 2019
My family has a curse
It’s the Dollhouse Dilema
The problem is you see,
That people think we’re perfect.

We’re plastic to the outside world
And perfectionist at our core.
We’re always in control, that is,
Until something goes wrong.

Do you see the problem here?
The problem is with logic.
Plastic melts with heat and pressure,
But we just smile harder.

I don’t know why we’re like that
And I’m not sure we’ll recover but
Beware the perfect people, for
They have the biggest problems.
Tatiana May 2019
Gold shines just as brilliantly as silver or bronze
achievements for the greatest of them all
standing on podiums, they show-off their medals.
Well gold, silver, and bronze shine
just as much as tin or iron
even the cheapest of plastics can be made to reflect light.
Will your champion know what is really gold
or will they be distracted by how it glitters?
No, not all winners are fools.
But the best of them all can determine
the metal of their medals.
©Tatiana

There's no real structure to these poems, but that's okay. I like them just fine.

Meddle
Mettle
mjad Apr 2019
just as Notre Dame catches fire
does the turtle's situation become dire
as it struggles to get air
because of another plastic snare
one of millions that float aimlessly
Notre Dame will be rebuilt urgently
over one billion dollars raised in days,

but who really needs to be saved?
The amount of money raised for Notre Dame to be rebuilt would be enough to clean the Great Pacific Garbage Patch. Just saying.
Dominic Lees Apr 2019
what the guy who made plastic
would think today
if he saw what we did
to our oceans' waves
Abhijeeth Apr 2019
It's a never ending summer
Every year is getting warmer
Stuck in an oven
A/C on twenty four seven
Nobody seems too worried though
busy dealing with life you know
Never ending summer
It's the new normal
Air around us filled with dust and smoke
Majestic whales filled with plastic
Nobody sheds a tear
Why would you care
For you it's only a slight discomfort
it's not an immediate threat
Why should I care about the oceans
Why should I care about the animals
They mean nothing to me and my life
This world is mine and mine only right
I am not gonna waste my time
thinking about humanity's crime
And besides what could I do to help
I am just a simple man busy with his life
I am not gonna reduce plastic in my life
I am not gonna raise my voice
Let these animals suffer
I got AC in my ivory tower
So let's burn our resources
Use plastic to fill our stomachs
And when it gets warmer next year
Don't worry
It will just be the new normal.
liv Mar 2019
a darling made of plastic
thought you had my heart clutched
knowing you'd go when the old jubilee croaked
your sweet heavy eyes settled into the darkness without a chirp
i'd found something reliable that had a brand new heart
it came in the form of a soft angel
Chris Lazzaro Feb 2019
Faces of plastic, covered in wax, greased with the oils of appeal.

Forever Frozen, rigid and cold, lasting winters of years.

Bearing a smile, shallow and hollow, to gain that other’s ear.

How often we are told, we must avoid, anything that causes us fear.
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