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Man Jul 2021
i find myself to be a contentious person
because my big mouth
never shuts
but there's a lot of good coming out
that just gets interlaced with some bad
well-meaning, albeit, not exactly thought out
thoughts
that get espoused before they're finished
i'm a rushed man
amid no rapids
Antionicia Mar 2020
i hold the poetry within me i feel it within my bones and it burrows within my soul but i can't write and my fingers won't work. i need to speak and i need to let someone in. this is not something i can just tell with my pen.
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
Slow progress
Better than rushed progress
Think about it
Anya Sep 2018
When I write poetry
I write like I speak
Almost
Basically
My thoughts
Feelings
Emotions
As they come
But
When she writes
Each word
Each phrase
Each letter
Each sound
is carefully thought out
Meticulous
Perfect
Each, an essential part of the whole
The materpiece
So,
Is it something I will learn?
When I grow up?
Or,
Is it an innate difference between us?
Tina Salvatore Apr 2018
emotions are the center of every attraction
some pull you back while others take you out

sadness takes you in and out and can never be controlled

anger
takes you out
controlling you
it feels as if it will never perish

happiness is short
rare
helpless
true
can last for a lifetime if you use it wisely

being scared
afraid
maybe for the future
the present
the past
it pulls you back
hoping to take you down

there are many emotions that cant be described
you can try but it will never truly be right
these basic emotions split into parts
some can help some you cant stop
I made this in like two minutes because I wanted to try free verse poetry
RLG Jan 2017
My heels clip on
London concrete.
My hamstrings strain
To increase my stride.
I slalom around
Pavement zombies,
Phone junkies,
Loitering monkeys.

Don’t they see?
I’m late for a meeting
With a client of grandeur.
A key player.
A major money man.
(I can’t drop the name
Due to a
Signed NDA).

It was suppose to be
A blue sky meeting
On a grey winters morning.
But I slept too long,
And the tube
Went wrong,
And now I’ve
Got the dreads.

If I’m late,
My rep will be tarnished.
I’ll never secure
Another meeting again.
Because in this town,
Time is a diamond
We can’t possess.
But we know it exists;
Out there on the outskirts,
Out there in the sticks.

It’s below freezing but I’m
Working a sweat;
A pavement cardio,
A sidewalk rodeo,
A street athletics show.
There’s no way I am going
To be on time.
It’s curtains for me;
I’ve sealed my P45.

Finally I arrive.
I collapse at the entrance,
My power-walk ending
In a muted reception.
I approach the desk.
‘Yes?’
Glared a future
X-factor entrant.

‘Good morning.
I’m here to see
The top brass.
The big cheese.
The head honcho.
I was delayed, but please,
Pass my humblest regrets,
I am spinning a lie
Which I hope he accepts.’

‘I’m sorry, sir,’
The young lady chewed.
‘The Great Man is away,
Tanning on a beach.
You’ll need to reschedule;
He returns in two weeks.’
Aaron LaLux Sep 2016
Busier than I thought,
and money doesn’t buy time,
so I’m rushing to catch up,
to myself so ahead of time,

remind,
me,
why,
you,
are,
divine,

we don’t need a reason,
we just need a rhyme,

I’m,
Busier than I thought,
and money doesn’t buy time,
so I’m rushing to catch up,
to myself so ahead of time…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
tick tock
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