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Thomas Steyer Feb 2022
Nobody thought it possible
In a world now more aware
It needed to be shown to us
Wladimir Putin ain't all there

The matter is so serious
I need to say things as they are
Don't care for it to rhyme or not
Important is it comes out clear

You are a little so and so
Mean, nasty, wicked and most vile
Your mother can't be proud of you
She might turn in her grave and cry

There is nobody who likes you
Just go away and eat some worms
The big fat and juicier ones
And feel how they wiggle and squirm!
Lawrence Hall Feb 2022
Lawrence Hall
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https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                              The Loneliest Man in the world

          Those he commands move only in command,
          Nothing in love: now does he feel his title
          Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe
          Upon a dwarfish thief

                                         -Macbeth 5:2

His palaces and dachas are Dunsinanes
With polished floors and television maps
With whining voices in empty uniforms
With woods that come against him in the night

His life, his dreams are sere and crumbling leaves
Waiting only for the broom to sweep them away
Waiting only for the dead to summon them
Waiting only for the final hour to come

He does not hang his banners on reality
He only pushes buttons on remote controls
Dave Robertson Feb 2022
Aaaaah!
Understand that every thought you had
about adults knowing what they’re doing
rapidly disappears when you become one

So even the plush ******
sat at the Romanesque desk
preaching complex reasons and threats
…because?
is hideously full of ****

When the best toy is being threatened
in kindergarten, the fattest egos flex
and either with aggression
or diseased crocodile tears
will appeal or impel.

Well. Here we are.
Men get old, even me.
But unlike cheese or wine,
it is not fine, virile,
or true.
Evie G Feb 2022
No more poignant photographs.
No more signs of the times.
No more war stories.
No more scars with stories.
No more stories that scar.
No more futures dashed.
No more glass smashed.
No more Heroes.
No more ‘we rose
From the ashes.
The ashes will be too thin,
Blown too far apart by the toxic winds.
This cannot be a remix
Icarus eyes have killed the Phoenix.

There is no future,
There is no past,
When we face the atom blast.
Yeah, so basically this is a terrible day.
GaryFairy Oct 2021
Please don't cancel my culture
it's all I have got
it wasn't my choice to be born now
to be born here

sometimes I wish I had been born in another time
in another place
Some of those places are just history now
and not clear history

another time is history

history is hindsight, and without hindsight

we lose foresight
I come to post my razzle dazzle rhymes, and this ******* comes out...is ******* good fertilizer?
Ylzm Jul 2020
Gideon with torches and trumpets routed nations
mightier and more numerous than his 300
Putin with the vanity of Trump and his believers
is now king of mighty USA without need for war
Àŧùl Jun 2020
It's such a beautiful feeling,
In my heart and my mind.
It's not a thought just fleeting,
In my life it's a deep thought.

I want you for my dear life,
Putting all my efforts for you.
I see in you, my future wife,
A trump card I found in you.

Together, we shall win this war,
You just keep loving me, my friend.
Together, we shall make eternal love,
Keep blooming, oh my best friend.
My HP Poem #1859
©Atul Kaushal
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