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Juliana Oct 11
Storms are hideous.
They are ****.
They are dangerous.
They are violent.
They can ****.
But even the ugliest storm has a rainbow.
Seven beautiful things about it.
People are like storms.
They are ****.
They are vicious.
But they are beautiful.
Even after a storm, people are beautiful.
And so is he and she and him and her and it and they are a rainbow.
Just like you or I. Just like us.
We are a rainbow, not a storm.
We need to remember that.
Inspired and In the Style of "Real World News Flash" by Arnold Adoff
Poem may differ from intended formatting.
Juliana Oct 11
A
tree
may be
still it may
swing in the wind
it may fall or be cut
down but until it dies it
grows and it grows and it grows
and it
grows
and so
will I.
Inspired and In the Style of "Real World News Flash" by Arnold Adoff
Poem may differ from intended formatting.
Juliana Oct 11
An
umbrella
may not stop the
rain from falling but
it at least keeps you from
g
e
t
t
i
n
g .
wet
Inspired and In the Style of "Real World News Flash" by Arnold Adoff
Poem may differ from intended formatting.
I scream
When broken a dream
In the middle of a darknight
Uncontrollable was the inner fight
Woke up sweating with the heart's race
Walked up to find some solace
What soothed me the best
Made me feel blessed
Put my smile back
Trust this hack
A large scoop
of soft rich
icecream
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A true story..any moment can be turned into happiness by a large scoop of icecream....
ATILA Feb 15
Take a look at a flower that we adore
And observe this precious creation to the core.

Those tiny petals free themselves from the bud
And bend towards the ray of light
Workshipping sun to stay on sight
Though sunlight is absent at night.

Day by day this flower blooms
Revealing its beauty even in gloom
The production of honey sweet scent
Introduces us of its own patent
Attracting those diligent bees
Flirting with vibrant butterflies
To generously share its honey product
Cause life is all about giving without doubt!

A blooming flower; a genuine wonder
Asking us to thoroughly ponder
How significant its existence in nature
Teaching us not to stop hoping for the future
As this flower will not stop blooming
Until its growth has fully matured.
Has been obligated to write a shape poem that I never tried before. It took me almost two hours to write this simple poem, ISTG it is soooo hard :'( And I can't share the actual result/pic of my shape poem here ><
pistachio Feb 14
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     .
     I
      am
    that
     land so
    barren with
     a dreary lonely
    life, seeking rain to
    end this strife. I am living
              in  nothingness. But there is        
     an oasis in my tear duct, fertile
      spot, an emotion still left in me
    keeping me alive, bringing back
     my will. I now know the point,
    the reason why they arrive,
    them tears in my life.
A shape poem. :) Don't know if it's good. Have a good read. :D
Cné Nov 2018

She makes love to him with words
spilling ink of passion on paper.
She creates the sensual mood
with each stroke of her pen
splattered on the sheets.
She caresses his flesh
in every love letter.
She kisses up and down his
length in sentences and prose.
She tastes all his masculine scent
without ever speaking a word.
She bites his lip and tilts her
hips in between the lines.
She paints a picture that
makes him hard  for his
release and it only
took her mind.

Julia Nov 2018
‘                 J
                 U
                  I
                 C
                 Y
           I’m more
   than a piece of apple
smothered in caramel
stabbed  by  a  stick
delicately drizzled
  rich with chocolate
   down the chin making
     your mouth sticky
.                                         You pulled the gun, when you listened
                to your  doubts,  your fears  and   your  jealousy. You
              shattered  my  trust  and  then  made  me feel  guilty,
            you wanted to pretend that we were not bleeding.
           We were living on memories of better days,
         and  each  day   we  were  getting
        closer to  n   o   w   h   e   r   e  
       and that is why              I decided
      to pull    the             t r i g g e  r
    so we could finally  bury
   the      corpse
  of          our
  b  r o k  e  n
f  e  e  l i n g  s
-Al menos seguimos vivos en mis sueños-
I'm not good enough I can't do this I have no talent They won't care
  a                                                           ­                                                   I       
m                                    I'm locked inside a cage                                 m 
a                                         that I built myself                                        p   f                                         But I can't get out                                         a  
a                                             I can't escape                                             t
i                                         from my own mind                                      h
l                                                              ­                                                    e
u                                                 Help me                                                 t
r                                                I'm trapped                                             i
e          ­                                                                                                       c
I would never make the diference I'm dumb I can't write I'm done
-Im suffocating here
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