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Karijinbba Jul 9
Open your eyes.
True love in heart.
Love matters most  
People muster much
Truth integrity a must
firstly sought in self
Ofter found in few

Truth is love's root
True lovers fruit
Without your loot
still love of thee abounds
besides the sinking boat
thine treasures scattered yee
for mine delight to find,
Adventure plotted for us
In turmoil flight indeed.

Fame and great fortune
Invested misfortune
reigning over reason
clueless as my prison
lure's dance in song
our best love honeypot
arrived for us in rhythle.
Habré tus ojos
darling, beloved.
By Karijinbba
Happy Independence day fireworks and all my love.
low poetry May 2019
dancing on my own
out of comfort zone
two possible ways, but none is mine
I will ******* both and just feel fine

preserving The Gifts
friend to the thieves
existing on the edge of frame
ego flirting with the devil’s fame

I like what fear do
ca-сa-call me ******
edited '2020
Keyana Brown Dec 2020
Please cut me the brief
it's people like them
that go away missing

They are hyenas
from day to night
it's these animals
who risk to survive
for something
they try to steal
and hide.

Distracted as we are
as they laugh and prey
someone is going
to hunt them down
somewhere some day.

Their not doing it for
the children
the civilians
or starvation
only for our
This piece goes out to everyone who works retail.
Thievery must end.
Rin Jun 2020
the dangers in the street
thieves and mad maniacs
walking with calloused feet
embellish in black slacks

the dangers in the street
did not warn me for you
voice deep, achingly sweet
your visage portrays blue

the dangers in the street
says you like to pretend
lies tastes so bittersweet
i’ll hold you till the end

the dangers in the street
thieves and mad maniacs
murdered my trusts, repeat
sincere love, filched and taxed
John McCafferty Jan 2020
A fractured silent state
where fear thrives amongst thieves.
Ignore your neighbour's knocking
and humanity's hum ultimately become louder.
What's duality's plea if transparency is key.
(@PoeticTetra - instagram/twitter)
Anthony Pierre Nov 2019
In the weirdest turn of events that day
As a cop toting guns and pepper spray
I gathered an urge to pen my first ode
In my lunch hour, before hitting the road

To sirens and light of my precinct's space
not a stanza wrote, yet my mind's apace
the pen's the problem; confidence recede
Pondered a visit to a friend, indeed

Thoughtful I'm moving, this old clue I'd act
on Brooklyn's pen thief; kleptomaniac
acquired from him, an ink dipping quill
of Huia birds, still boxed with its bill

Case solved; on the back of the bill it hints
"Dear Mayor, pen's for poems; lead's for thugs."
A Peculiar Pen's Poem...still beating the street
N.B. Huia (pronounced HOO EE UH) birds feathers cost $10,000 a single pluck
Purcy Flaherty Aug 2019
Freedom dies with you!
What are you fighting for ?

This is your generation people,
I'm begging you; don't go to war.

Freedom dies with you!
you can't fight for peace!

I'm begging you, don't go to war.

Not in the name of liberation!

Not in the the name of humanitarianism!

Not in the name of freedom!

Not in the name of free trade!

I'm begging you: Don't go to war!
Wars are fought for resources thats all !
There's blood in your oil !
Bridget Kellum Mar 2019
Since I can't have you
I'll write essays
On Richard Gansey
B Sonia K Dec 2018
They line the streets
And on every  corner
One "ailment" or the other
A family,  sometimes brother and sister.

Crying in a song
Singing with one voice
All covered up in fake injuries
Lamenting about past glories

They line the streets
Crowding every corner
Always a bother
Clinging to our knees
In their torn dresses

Keep them away from us
Stop them from touching us
With their deceptive illusions
Appealing to our emotions
With empathetic persuasions
And now our money is gone.
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