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Ivan Brooks Sr Mar 2018
Today...
Invest wisely
move silently
observe keenly
speak respectfully
act accordingly
hustle aggressively
exercise regularly
seek continuously
ask politely  
eat properly
pray fervently
build your dream quietly
...tomorrow is soon here!

IB-Poetry©️
3/9/2018
Some rules were never written down yet life is governed by them.
Daisy Hemlock Mar 2018
Poems don't have to rhyme.
What a way to spend your time,
Constrained within a paradigm.
But, admittedly when they do,
They are quite sublime,
Giving each word a reverberating chime.

Writer's block
Is like a rock,
A door that's locked,
A brain out of stock.

The mind is a forest
Still with places where no one goes
It doesn't disclose the secrets no one knows

There is no line between poetry and prose.
Because poems don't have to rhyme.
but i made this one rhyme anyway
Raviha Hussain Mar 2018
"Opportunities are never lost; they are just found by someone else"


"You'll end up where you are headed if you don't watch out"
Life rules
In March 2001, Melania granted green card
   asper elite EB-1 program
intended for renowned academic researchers,
   multinational business executives
   (linkedin with Uncle SAM)

or those in other fields, such as
   Olympic athletes and Oscar-winning actors,
   who demonstrated
   “sustained national and international acclaim”
   until...now, when (FAKE trophy wife)...
   besieged with WHAM!

The Don whips to defense of
   (legal residency status),
   sans his third wife
imbroglio finds the president flat footed
   regarding spouses' granted citizenry permission rife,
where details concerning former
   in vogue Slovak model now cushy life

challenging her right to live in The United States,
   the most Democratic nation
plus concomitant abrogation
   afforded robber Baroness admission

   dispensing hot button issue of CHAIN MIGRATION,
where sentiment underscored verbatim
   "Some people come in,
   and they bring their whole family with them,
   who can be truly evil. NOT ACCEPTABLE!”

The above on record as authentic Trumpian tweet,
hence quoted with poetic license,
   a prime example how two
   (or more faced) president didst react to un seat
fairness, which November twitter

   allowing parents with bearhug he did greet
   legal residency of her parents,
   Viktor and Amalija Knavs, as Elite
   who received figurative green light
   despite riding piggyback
   Nsync with military beat

ting back pesky atop flimsy green card,
   the freedom appetite got whet
scrutiny, and now a ironic Gordian Knot set
tilled and solved making mincemeat to pet

files, particularly equality
   for those skeined alive in the DACA net
ready to boot innocent offspring
   of supposed illegal aliens on the next departing jet!
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2018
Close
But not intimate;
Friends
Without benefits;

Love of my life
How do you stay
In my life.

We snap a picture
Immediately
Look for the best filter.

Lovers to friends
A relationship on diet.

Lovers to friends
Pillow talk outside the bed.
Keerthi Kishor Feb 2018
Who and What decides the worth of a Woman?
The clothes she wears?
The oaths she swears?
The roles she bears?
The circumstances she dares?
The lipstick she adores?
The men she abhors?
The challenges she faces?
The life goals she aces?
The things she's bid adieu?
Her untampered list of rue?
Me or You?
"The answer is quite simple- Nothing and Nobody."
Milica Fara Feb 2018
I can't take it anymore.
Seeing you unhappy while spending beautiful moments and making unforgettable memories with me.
And realizing you're actually looking for something different.
Something I can't give you.
Not in a million years.
But all you do and all you have to say when I ask you what's wrong is "I'm tired, it's been a long day.".
Yes, I know you're tired.
Tired of me, tired of waiting for the perfect moment, for my little mistake, a trigger to end this.
One thing you don't know is that I love you madly.
And when I do so, I don't make mistakes.
Never.
But I'll break my rules for you.
I'll make that mistake you're secretly waiting for.
And it will be a big one.
I promise.
Let’s face the facts.
No matter who you want to be, you cant.
Only because this society has their thoughts set in concrete contracts.
So if you love the wrong gender, wear the wrong clothes…
Society will eat you alive like a colony of fire ants.
I couldn't take it. So I arose.
I arose from the deep dark waters they infested and became bigger.
So big that their insults were now the size of bacteria.
It was almost as easy as pointing a gun and pulling the trigger.
But I couldn't.
This vicious cycle cannot continue.
No more fighting, no more violence!
We have to stand up for each other and rid the silence.
The silence that kept us still, wooden
The silence that brung our fears to life and made us small once more.
We are all equal so why can’t we act like it?
We could have just broken the silence with a loud and brave roar!
We could all form a puzzle, a puzzle where we all fit.
A community where everyone is kind.
But that won’t ever happen…
Everyone that holds the title “popular” is blind.
Yet somehow they rise above us.
They are always the biggest species.
I still believe in my dream.
The shine in someone's eyes the hope they bring.
All it takes is a little gleam…
To break the facts to tear right through the seems!
No longer shall these “facts” remain.
first poem! glad to be on here XD
Aashish Jain Jan 2018
she chose to fade with time,
As he committed those crime.
And now he realized he never should’ve crossed the line.
But the line was drawn by him,
That’s why she was in a grim.
As she was making love,
He was making film.
She fought for herself for a long time.
But here the rules are only prime.
And she was left with no option, rather to fade with time.
The thing was her silence, always bawled in her mind.
Even if she knew she was one of a kind.
She thought both the souls were interwined.
She even opined,
To the mankind.
But we are all fine,
As we undermined,
To the matter which was so clear, even to the blind.
But we were satisfied by saying “THIS WAS UNKIND”
As she chose to fade with time.
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