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Lara May 2020
Politics - what is this?

Everybody wants to convince us that their opinion is the right one.

There is nothing like one right way.
Many ways lead to the goal.

People try to explain the world to us.
But what if we want to experience all of that by ourselves.

All ways may be right for us and our future.

Our life - our future - it belongs to us and nobody else.
Yachika Sharma May 2020
I don't like how karma is sometimes,
The love I give finds its way back,
But not from the one I gave it to.
Marina May 2020
Sitting in the front of shack,
I'm watching the rain falling.
Everything is so fresh,
All colours are very clear.

My cat is watching me,
Quietly from the high,
Wishing come down to me,
In his huge green eyes.

But he didn't make a move;
It's all in water and wet.
But that's ok i guess,
Still watching the rain.

The cat cought my look,
And i cought his look;
Playing the old look game,
Who's gonna blink first.

Thinking on victory, i lost.
The game made me laugh.
Both, still watching the rain,
Only in a different way.
This poem i wrote in 2 minutes. I don't know why but this moment was very inspiring. Anyway, i like this small and simple things that make me happy. This one was literally a droplet/little moment in my life.
Sillva Apr 2020
I lost my self in this
Wonderless adventure.
Trying to find the way of my pen.
I drove my self into this endless cave,
Hiding my self from this world.
A continuous circle I need to break.
Beginning things an yet far from finishing.
Times like these remind me of when I left my thoughts and feelings
Not interacting with one another.
A fight between 2 Wild Dogs.
An my emotions poured into these empty bottles.
Turning my body into a empty shell.
Letting this Universe I call Inspiration Go.
"Its every where in something Creative".
Scratching the surface, crawling back to my feet.
Trying to connect all these dots,
Bringing me back to this Stimulated Mentally,  
That I Call being a POET.




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Dez Apr 2020
It is the way of life
For even my beautiful wife
Shall one day grow old
So do not be so bold
Nothing will stay as it was set
All empires were crushed out like a cigaret
So why do you think that you should last?
Or that the glorious morn should hold fast?
The flower of the field will fade
And as Frost once said
“Nothing gold can stay”
All will eventually fade away.
What sad reminder that we are feeble and out of control.
stargazer Apr 2020
you aren't sweet
you're salty.
but i like to lick
the sweat from your
lips.

you aren't soft
you're sharp.
but i like the way
your nails feel against my
back.

you aren't loud
you're quiet.
but i like to sit and
just think with
you.

you aren't poetic
you're poetry.
but i like to write
you into
immortality.
you aren't with me.
you're too far away.
but i like the way
you sound on the
phone.
The open way is coming
Try to tie
Your love with your family
Call your parents
Ask in truly

Phone your sons
Greeting your daughters
Make a beautiful kiss
Flaying over clouds
Chattering the fear
Improving our tie

That is a way
In addition to obey
Our Gods who can forgive
The faults and can give
Happiness clouds that will save
Our plants of life
the love and makes good tie will overlap any harm.love and tie with your family
CM Burgess Feb 2020
coaxing you back, you’ve been in touch and other senses,
the full thing
cackling at boxed remedies with disowned roots and perfume
some of your ways I saw pushing up daisies, but you knew
with eight legs of womb, the odd collecting caw
with peals of blue and pink emerald encased there would be roads excavated the lace of cobwebs holding
more explosions, implosions than the collective
of stars

coaxing you back, you’ve been black, silver
and every single burst of this
caught up in these failing wishes, new old golden chariots that
paw, claw dance around the dark
mercy for us, prayers for beauty
you lay off the pressure like a yawning diamond coil
throw me a few more yew seeds to feed our ink stain
singing however, not knowing how many tracks we are
to be given
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