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Fae Jun 2020
How to write poetry.
There is nothing worse than time.
Silently waiting until the day my father comes.
**** this I can't write poems for **** anymore.
Some of these poems have no titles. Also as per usual, the images have no reference to the poems, any relation is creation of your own design. They're old poems I found from high school - college. They're mostly terrible but I don't like keeping the old papers. So.. here.
Sabika Jun 2020
I'm in love with a lover
Who is loved by another
and I'd die just to see you
smile at me.

He's the son of a daughter
Who is married to his father
And they're all the children
Of humanity.

I'm stronger in sorrow
I carry till tomorrow
And I'm productive
In insanity

As I chase the devil
The path becomes narrow
And I hate the incarnation
Of profanity.

Here I am.
Do you see me?

I am lost
I'm alone
Lead me to my
Destiny.

I am man.
All men are me.
And I live with this truth
Vicariously.

I'm indebted to your kindness
My lord, you are the finest
And there's no denying
Reality.

I have found my purpose
Help me to stay focused
And save me from your
Calamity.
Joe Siler Jun 2020
which way does the moon trend

against the darkness does it spin?

and where do the stars end

I feel I have them on my skin

because when light does bend

so do I into kin
Gigi Jun 2020
I am putting boundaries between you and I
For I have lived my whole life tiptoeing under your Eye
Terrified the wrong choice would be my demise
Or following my heart could be the Devil in disguise
Whispering like Your Angels while robbing me blind
I'd stick to the written scribe
Wasting my yes's on no's, life passing me by
I never chose astray nervous our ties would be untied
Devoted yet not ready to be with You and die...
But I see now that every no was a lie
For the yes in my heart had been the right answer the whole time
Your essence forms this poem as it flows from my mind
And my anxious imperfection You witnessed all along by my side

I wish I had known we were One from the start
For I would have dropped the fear and finally chose from my heart
Mitch Prax Jun 2020
This year,
we found angels
and demons,
heroes and cons,
standing upon and
deep beneath
this world.
Got blood on my hands
Sweat blood through the tears
Light and dark clash
This pain is what we share

Dear heavenly father above
I'm sorry for all the things I've done
Though I won't be forgiven
I hope I'll see your kingdom

It's beginning of the end for me
The night to end all nights
Repent, repent
Mind divided
It'll be alright.
Nyakisa Beth May 2020
In the beginning it's all a dream
A dream where all of us are numbers
Number one
Number two
Number three

But then all of a sudden the arithmetic
Comes in, numbers that were "equal" now become "more equal"
Greater than comes in lesser than  comes in ,the equality that was unity yesterday becomes a boundary between the numbers.

Moreso the unknowns on the other side of the equal sign.
Some are on left, some are on right.
far from over on the other side of the equal signs there is (x) and (y) all unknown to the other side of the equal signs
Oh no some numbers become determinant(s)of (x)(y)
The slash sign of Power  separates the numerator and denominator  


Mockery at it's peak ;the equal signs are replaced by greater than or less than.
As if that is not enough
In the second method improper fractions emerge as former numbers become decimals
Graphs of anarchy, imperialism, dictatorship and religious annihilation scatter across the x~axis of humanity and y~axis of ideology

Third method
Proud Rounding up/off begins
Continental Arch's mark the trajectory of division along lines
Shapes of character finally emerge
Assume the value of (x) is that "all this is a dream"
Syntax error; this is no dream

This is reality and remains relevant today
Pure maths is yours dear mathematician!
This cry of anguish is rooted to the cat rat relation with my mathematics teachers ;even when mathematics wasn't my cup of tea it still delivers the painful truth we all know and continues to remain relevant in a modern society that boasts of equality and democracy
Mitch Prax May 2020
You were an angel
turned to demon
and then to stranger.
You have blessed me
and cursed me ever since
you walked away.
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