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Matterhorn Apr 4
A lone plastic bag
Of unknown, mysterious origin,
Now floats, heaven-bound.
© Ethan M. Pfahning 2019
Shantala Kothare Nov 2018
Time can never stay
The ticking of the clock
Takes timely stock
Of the days that roll to years
And of what occurs
And of what stays or disappears.
Twixt the angle of paradigm
That sweeps through ticking time.
When old friends meet
Time is the healing retreat.
Slipping into different zones,
Completely oblivious of cell-phones!
And the time that is the present-now
Seems too short; somehow
For a grander celebration -
And a fuller exchange of conversation.
But grateful, still for the exchanges between
The now and when we were fifteen.
Jordan Hudson Oct 2018
Action is all around us
Action can never be the same
Except for physical attributes
Physics is just a game
This place is full of good days
And bad ones you know
I'm sure of good ones along the way
Yeah, welcome to the show
There are so many things we got wrong
I won't say all because they can't fit in my song
But I can say for sure that there are many
Keep your eye out and be willing
To know what really is there, it may be brief
And use your perception and use your belief
It's advanced, I know, that's why I came
But I can at least explain why this is different and why this is the same
And I can show you why this will be alive
And why this will die
That is tall for this
And that is short for that
That is big for a reason
And that is small because of where it's at
You get the point, there is a reason
Let's finish this up before next season
I tried to give you all a lesson
On everything I could within the time
That I have to spit rhymes
It's limited just like our lives
You'll know what I mean when Jesus arrives
I try to explain my best but I'm no professional
Some may be understood only with recessional
Maybe even I can't be understood
When you hear my words you go "he isn't good"
It doesn't bother me, I want you to enjoy
What I write but I can't choose for you, so you deploy
Words of criticism but I'll get back to the point
Sorry I got distracted, I'll rejoin
These are words that everyone should hear
But you must not fear my words, please you must trust
They are just there to give some basic advice as to why
I write because I can explain but I just diversify
I diversify the topic until you are confused
And you don't get my point while I sit back amused
Yeah, I'm back here laughing haha
Random poem for one of my songs
Anya Oct 2018
It was a sad thing
To realize
How limited my topics
Of poetry are

Either some embodyment
Or my overflowing

Or a strange
Out of the box
Analogy to something I
Learn in school

Simply a reflection
On the people
Around me
Something I’ve
In my sheltered

One of the above
Coupled with
Some fantastical
Of my imagination

But apart from that...

Politics, issues, society
Beyond that which I have
Been exposed to
There’s absolutely
Plenty to write about

Rather than
Focusing on my
Little bubble
slay Sep 2018
Green tea chillin
Coolin like some villains
Feet on your dash
Hit a dab and we’re trippin
Ridin round bumpin “I pull up with a lemon”
And not cause he. Ain’t livin
But it’s a lowkey type feelin
And I might just catch feelings
Cause I’m in love with myself Nd
U have my image

***** dancing in the mirror
With my jewel toned lover
Wanna please you in the summer
Hot like the Bahamas
Fenty glowin in this heat
Sipping on guava
Don’t get me goin in this heat
Cause imma need a breather

Said lemme hit the ******
Ex flame wildin out
I knew he’d never keep her
Ex flame, cross his heart
I cut that Eddie scissors
Cuz I’m the Queen *****
The big b *****
The big bag wolf got his tail between his knees, *****
Go hard in the paint
Michelangelo his dreams, *****
And my chapel’s pristine
Don’t know who the **** Sistine is

But we’re green tea chillin
It’s a vibe, it’s a feelin
It’s a whole new way of livin
And we always make a killin
Got the summer stacks flowin
Bitty ***** always glowin
All my girls are wing-hoein
Some try to copy what I’m after

Don’t know who you tryna front always talkin louder
I got all my ******* tasting sweet and never sour
Eat it like Chiquita open her up like a flower
When I’m with Nikita we go rounds by the hour
I caresss her in the shower
She’s the smartest ***** I know, her tongue got superpowers
She don’t hit me all that frequent
But she knows that I mean it
When I tell her imma get it she gon feed when I’m eatin
She don’t give a **** if I slide for the weekend
Can I pick you up and take you out this evening?

Next time I see you gimme sugar
It’s proven therapeutic when you’re too nice with it and you look good in it
But better without it, so keep it unbuttoned
Only thing under wraps is our sensual lovin

Wait, did you cop wraps?
nottttr finisheddddd *sampled*
Rizna M Rameez Jun 2018
We are the people of Internet America
We grew up on the neighbourhoods of Hollywood
We called our own
We were so detached from reality
The neighbourhood around us
That kept changing

American politics were generally ours
American English we never distinguished
From ours

American thoughts
Strike us to reality
When we look around us
And it does not overlap perfectly along the lines

We are the people of Internet America
With not a blood of American in ours
You gotta admit, most stuff on the Internet are more inclined towards America, at least, a huge amount in the past. Not just the Internet, but all the books and movies I read and watch. Not because I chose to. But because I am used to.
Be kind when criticising this, because for me it is an impulse I can't break away from, a part of me, in me from so long ago, I can't remember a time I haven't had it.  That I partly do not want, because I feel I do not exactly belong. At all.
winter sakuras Feb 2018
As I developed, they shaped me,
as if I had been a block of clay
sitting there on the jagged concrete of
unpaved streets and endless roads.

My future form dependent on
the timing of passing strangers'
beginnings and endings,
their risings in the mornings
like the blue and orange horizon
spreading in preparation for the sun's presence,

And their settling back in the evenings,
like cool salty clouds of white sea foam
collapsing back into the ocean's
gray waves.

In each moment passing by
like a kid riding a bicycle, speeding down
the cracked pavement and
turning the corner out of site,

I was shaped by
the flurry of life that surrounded
every person's presence.

Picked up, tossed into the air,
and kicked by small children with bright eyes
and tongues that stuck out when
adults were unfair,

Colored, spray painted and scribbled on
by teenagers with messy dark curls,
wild laughing eyes,
and rapidly budding senses,

Observed, analyzed, discussed, and compared
by businessmen in jet black suits
and smooth red ties,
who pondered cutting me evenly
into perfect pieces for sale on the market,

Rolled, polished, scrubbed clean,
and spiced by rapid tongued mothers
wearing aprons and holding long
wooden cooking spoons,

Eroded, left to absorb a vast amount of salt
from teary eyes and bleeding wounds,

Caught on blazing, fiery fumes
of a man's raging anger,

Soaring high in the sky, resting on clouds
of someone's love and faith,

Trapped low in the ground,
sleeping in a bed of dried dirt filled with
people's sorrows and dreariness,

Drowning in purple satin
of one's longing
and unsatiated desires,

Chained to a planet
spiraling out of control in a universe
that couldn't bear to let go.
Caleb Nathan Dec 2017
I sat in my mom’s blue hyundai
And I cried so many tears.

I peered out the window
and gazed out at the animals:
monkeys, lions, elephants,
all sorts of species
to which I could seemingly
not identify with,
and to which I was terrified of.

I thought that I was the lonely visitor at
this enclosure,
sinking the ship with my tears,
completely rapt with the oddity
of my surroundings,
that is,
until i looked down at my arms
and saw that they, too,
were covered in fur.
Let my love ignite love let beauty rekindle again
Let us think about the pleasure and forget all pain
Love is matter of the heart beauty image of brain
Beauty is a strange pleasure, makes sane ,insane  

Innocence of my beloved is my only and real asset
I will accompany my beloved without fear and fret
I still remember the day when we both were met
Real love is heavenly gift in which there is no regret

My beloved don't leave me in the company of hounds
Let us be more careful about our all love compounds
Let us feel more intoxicated in love cries love sounds
Lets make our surroundings more safe out of bounds

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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