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Cattatonicat Jun 2020
Feeling insecure?
That’s no reason to gossip about the others and be rude
Feeling two-faced?
That’s no reason to blame others and be rude
Have no self-respect?
That’s no reason to disrespect others and be rude
Have crippling self-doubt?
That’s no reason to doubt others and be rude

Rude to yourself?
That’s no reason to be rude to the others
brandychanning Jun 2020


neglect and respect do not rhyme,

{will grant you one,
will give you none.

will demand one,
will send you some.

you poets,
always thinking
you can get away
with murdering
the English language.

***** of assonance,
you do not fool me,
I’ve killed a thousand
men’s “original”rhymes,
while you’ve been
fast sleeping,
they’ve been
fast seeping.

I’ll give you no quarter,
won’t spare a lousy dime,
my spare change,
is poet-unaffordable,
cheap suited hucksters.

work and ****
do rhyme.  
you can be one,
if you do not
put in some.

work by day,
slave by night.

awake to the sun’s
inquiry, what have
you done for me
lately?

IF

all you have to show is this
scribbilus miscellaneous,
tear up your lice-ence,
poetic and DMV, you
ain’t going nowhere.

was branded by hot iron,
early on,
brandy channing.

your best nightmare,
guidance counselor,
extraordinaire,
great big fairie,
poseur, exposer,
m u r d e r e r
of awful poetry}


WHAT,  
what do you stand for?
neglect and respect
rhyme,
you stand
Catnip Lily Jun 2020
The rain is pouring out of my soul
The roaring thunder left me cold
The blaring lightening is indeed bold
A sad story of a lady behold!
O Lord of the magnificent world
Please give us thy blessing tenfold
A prayer for me and all the readers ... Dear Lord please give thy blessing a billionfold.  
A wordly test that is difficult for me to endure, so resorting to poetry is the way to free my soul.
JCabanilla Jun 2020
Miracle happened not only once but twice,
He let us meet again after so many tries.
Meeting you again brought me into tears,
Thoughts of losing you make me shiver in fear.

I am moved by your sweetness.
I am mesmerized by your kindness.
Do I deserve someone like you?
Am I worthy of having you?

I want to be better,
But you said me being weak doesn't really matter.
Unintentionally you became my knight,
You came and you lessen my fright.

If my words is your energy,
I'll give it to you wholeheartedly.
If my words are enough for you,
Then it's all yours, it will always be true.

You're the guy who deserve every praises.
You are worthy of all those respectful gazes.
You were the gift not me,
You were created perfectly.

How can you hit my heart so effortless?
How can you do nothing and still look your best?
How can you put a smile in my face that easy?
How can your words makes me feel so free?

Boy, unintended you fixed my heart.
My pieces were empty until you became my art.
It may sound crazy and lame,
But you inspired me the moment that you came.

I don't care about their compliments,
Your compliment is enough to leave it permanent.
You're nice, sweet, hardworking and a workaholic guy,
And so I wish never lose your smile.

Can I take your words seriously?
I will never let you go free.
I don't want to see you feeling blue,
So yes, I'm willing and I'll be happy to take you.
So this is my poem answering his poem for me ❣️ Chibi is his nickname for me since he's taller than me and he says I'm cute and small just like a Chibi in anime 😣
Carl Fynn Jun 2020
The struggles I had to face is something she wont go through!
No! Never! Not while I live , and definitely not under my watch.
THE CRY OF AN AFRICAN MOTHER

My daughter is a lawyer in the making.
She's intelligent, a doctor figure.
THE HOPE OF AN AFRICAN FATHER

Study hard baby
You'll take care of your sibling someday
and build us a better home.
THE PRAYER OF AN AFRICAN PARENT
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Your good intent overshadowed by your failures and inabilities.
Genuine goodwill expressed in a confusing web of past decisions
Your way out shackles me to a prison wall painted in your dreams and wishes

I open my eyes to two options,
the wall of desolation and
the gateway of disrespect and ungratefulness .

I'd love to stay in these chains
enjoy the discomfort of your comfort.
but i cant!
I have a life to live
a destiny to realize

I cant live your dream
all the night you had to cry at nature's unfair gift of failure
could have turned to smiles and pride.
With the weapon of childbirth
You were assured a sweet revenge on nature

but the truth is...
all you have is an opportunity to be you
I'd love to be the doctor you long for.
**** to be a lawyer just to satisfy your thirst

but....
What difference would it make
I get to be the doctor.... not you
I wear the wig ...... not you
You'd still be a slave to nature
and me, a prisoner to the horror of your past.

I cant live your dream
tho i dream of living the future you've planned for me,
all i wake up to is a pillow, a ***** sheet and REALITY!

I choose the gateway of disrespect
carrying along the tag of an ungrateful son
battling nature to the realization of my dreams
while staring at the Right to a wig and a stethoscope on the wall.

Hanging between those crafty wooden frame
is your key to vengeance
to me,
the crown of a wasted years chasing after your dream.

Sorry mom --- Sorry dad
I cant live your dream.
Dante Rocío Jun 2020
Nella faccia del Senso e di Tutte Le Cose, come davanti al Nascimiento o alla Morte, si risolvono le domande
ed anche noi con tutti i nuostri miraggi: siamo prima di tutto gli stessi bebé, impotenti,
incapabili di vincere tutto
solamente con la raggione,
deboli come porcellana che neghiamo.
I bebé che fanno lo stesso:
sognano,
piangiano,
provano di capire,
suffrono,
osano,
amano
e passano così veloce
ed invisibilemente
come cenere.
Saremo tutti giudicati
e valorati
nello stesso modo
nell’equilibrio
For everyone’s been born to the same respect and grandiosity of porcelain.
A hierarchy put in becoming slander
John McCafferty Jun 2020
A Sunday sacrifice condensed
Golden amber sprites compete
Cries of life echo their last bequest
As prongs and tongs poke
Black bars sizzle on cold dead flesh

Sweetened smoke invokes
the demon's first bite
Mind controlled spoke of rites
The decree of three hundred degrees
Old and new viewed
on separate pews
Charcoal bright a dusty white

Rules do vary with belief in
the division of meat
Breathe in look up
Give thanks to the energy received
Respect both life and death in defeat
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
M kaafir hu bewaffa hu m
Muddai(ilzam lgane wala) tujhse  khaffa hu m
Kuchh jakham ghre jo h tumhare, ye na bhulo unki shaffa(dwai) hu m
Free me bhalaai na kre varna yuhi ilzam lgenge
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