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My Dear Poet May 3
My girl likes little things
not the big things of value
or baggy big like Jeans
But short skirts and tight tops
Little shorts and flip flops
with high hopes,
but little dreams

My girl likes little things
Not big things or deep
Little things like lipstick
The comments on her self pics
The brand of her breeches  
The right lace on her sneakers
My girl likes little things
Not the things
too heavy to keep

My girl likes little things
Not the big and the weighty
Just the little things shiny
like an iPhone glittering
the right tone on the dial ring
a cover case with the right bling
Almost everything
And anything
not significantly big

My girl likes little things
nothing seriously grand
little things, like small talk
A nice sweet short walk
Even holding hands
among other little things
If there’s room for my fingers
beside her diamond rings
rmrplpr Jan 28
Like children's pool

And muddy road puddles

These words I stutter

Seems straight, no stumble

When written in text

So shallow

I tried to defend it, right after

I've uttered

These nonsensical sentences

An excuse for romance

A disgrace in communication

A sweet jelly-filled, sugar glazed

sweet bread, no health,


Full flirt

Butterfly inducing

Lust filled

Empty speeches, I've made

I'm afraid

No excuses left

These words

have no worth
Before I drown in this shallowness
Can the promised sabbaticals be prohibited?
Before I drown in this shallowness
Can my nightmares stop adapting stories from your sweet secrets?

Should I be melancholic or ecstatic
For how I’ve unlearned to please myself?
Should I be melancholic or ecstatic
For how the firmament can replace every tiny particle?

Before I drown in this shallowness, remember –
No matter how blasphemous you are
Please do not urinate in our mosque

*** everywhere else.
SA Szumloz Apr 2020
I want a man who is one of a kind
Patient, focused, gentle, modest...
Someone who always speaks his mind
An ear for music, an eye for art
Alas, those traits are so hard to find
In today's men. Many of them
Are fools who're arrogant and blind
Headless chickens, savage monkeys...
They can't see behind
Their shallowness.
Chris Jan 2019
Sweet is the song in my heart,
That sings with angelic voices of
your beauty that makes my nights bright
That makes the sun rise in the morning


I got high and thought my heart was singing,
I had *** dreams that you were in so naturally when
I woke up with morningwood, I helped myself to your picture
and wanked myeslf all morning.
I wish I were blind
so I could not find
truth inside the lies
of these scornful eyes
that divide the world
in "blemish" and "pearl"
forgetting to see
what is real beauty.
komal aggarwal Apr 2017
I am still alive.
You want to check
Listen the heart beats,
It still flow the blood.
Nervous are still working ,
Go check it with the bottom .
Now came closer
Peep in my soul ,
It's dead .
Look in the eyes ,
They drained.
Dreams are vanished
Hopes are shattered
But no issue ,
As I am still alive
The blood is still flows!!
Will I ever be good enough?
I keep finding flaws,
Keep comparing myself to others,
It's not the things that matter in life,
But I still obsess like crazy
Am I really that shallow...?

It's just too much pressure,
Too many selfies,
Too many models,
And too much makeup
Being yourself doesn't feel enough,
Being real feels like being wrong,
Being wrong feels scary,
But in this case, it's right to be wrong,

I don't want to be one of many,
I want to be one of a kind.
Graff1980 May 2016
Do not make
The mindless masses
Your moral arbitrator
Think don’t just act
And forget about
Your actions later

It is an altar
Of altered skin tones
People prostrate
In front of
The mirror
Trying to mirror
Fake reality stars
Forgetting what real
Role models look like
The good guys
Who made art with heart
Set pen to higher purpose
But consumer queens
Who have been digitally remastered
Get more action
Then the masters
How many people
Remember Percy Shelley
Or Michael Landon
Two ages apart
Two different hearts
Who would not abandon
Two voices in the desert
One Romantic Poet
And one Tv actor
Hearts held high
They do not lie
But your new age heroes
Breed greed
Sell self interest
I miss that
Age of curiosity
And generation
Of compassion
The mouth of the pit,
For a frog stranded in it,
Is the sky's limit!

Displaying reluctance
To expand mental horizon
That strengthens their stance,
Disputing permeates
Their parlance!
Sometimes misunderstanding occurs due to shallowness of knowledge!
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