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Chloe Jan 27
Beautiful words
From the awfully depressed

Hear them say
It will all be ok

Creative creatures
Words can be teachers
A short 3 paragraph poem on my feelings about what poetry is
Paras Bajaj Jan 19
Some of you think that I write quite sad.
Some of you think that I need therapy.
Some of you think that my life is bad.
Some of you think that I am not happy.

I don’t really care what you think cause’
you don’t know what I have been through.
I don’t really care what you know cause’
I know it’s a puzzle and you have no clue.

Some of you think that I am broken inside.
Some of you think that I am in depression.
Some of you think that I need to hide.
Some of you think it’s a false impression.

I don’t really care what you think cause’
I am happy and blessed wherever I am.
I don’t really care what you know cause’
you know nothing and I don’t give a ****.
Like a craftsman who strings his beads
I've strung my views as rubies and pearls
The redness of ruby excites me through
And the white pearls indeed calm my mind
Gordon Chai Oct 2018

how many do i need
to feel like something?
Alfa Oct 2018
How do you make your rice?
is it in a ***? a pan? steamed? heated? not at all?

mine is in a frying ***.

Yellow, with pollo from the fresh market.
Peas, y frijoles on the side.

Mix it up, eat it, keep it for later.

Burn the bottom so you can get la chemada part.

If you like the chemada part, not everyone does.
A poem about my personal views on American society. How a bunch of different cultures live together which is why I make references to rice, as different types of rice making shows what culture you come from. I say I like mine in a "frying ***" because that's how I see America, a frying *** and not a "melting ***" as they say. Whereas a melting *** mixes cultures well, a frying *** keeps people at the bottom "burnt" like "chemada" (burnt rice at the bottom of the pan).
Peter Balkus Sep 2018
I tuned in to a Christian radio,
they had an interesting debate
about the power of Jesus,
about life after death.

I phoned them to take part,
but I did not get through.
All lines were very busy -
for those with different views.
Christopher Sep 2018
The heat feels great but it's scorching my heart.
The cold clenches my brain yet I can still feel the pain

What happened to the flowers that bloomed all through the summer?
What happened to our weather?

Is this for the better that the seasons change this way?
Is today the day the leaves decay?

I just want them to stay.
Please don't take my sunshine away
God have it your way but let it pass today so I can sleep on the leaves one last time.
Summer wasn't the best and fall is just the scene 2 to my life in action. Sorry these are sad lately, **** isn't the best here...
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018

Politics indeed is the art of compromise:
the compromise of integrity, that is.

Precisely why I try to ignore politics overall.
Lyn ***
Ryan Joseph Aug 2018
Watching the sunset,
Made me feel how nice it would be,
If I could able to pet it,
The beautiful dusk yet shiny.

Watching the horizon,
Made me feel that I could touch it,
But it would be only in my imagination,
The beautiful field of the lit.

Watching the moon,
Made me feel that it's following me,
Because everywhere I go, it's always above on me,
The beautiful eclipse of the moon; looks like a cocoon.

After watching all the scenery of the beautiful nature,
Thinking that there is something missing that I needed to capture,
But in enable for me again to venture,
I came out in my house and watch of the sun's full aperture.

Watching the sun,
Made me feel that like I'm having a fun,
Though whilst watching the sun, also made me think;
That if only how lovely and dazzling our could be without a blink.
beautiful natures.
Shiloh Reeves Aug 2018
I know my controversial views may annoy you, bother you, make you hate me--- I apologize in advance.

This is the real me.

Love me or hate me, one day you WILL respect me.
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