#compare - Hello Poetry

I am not going to compare you with my moon, She is the most beautiful thing I ever have. I love the way you look, But my moon, is beyond the loop. By Vedanta Anagha

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Oct 22, 2025

Oct 22, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC

Vedanta_Anagha

Don't compare with the MOON!

I am not going to compare you with my moon, She is the most beautiful thing I ever have. I love the way you look, But my moon, is beyond the loop. By Vedanta Anagha

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It's strange how things have gotten now, I know i tried ,but failed somehow. I gave my best ,to make my mark, Yet i failed,to make it work. Never to give up,nor to rest, I try and fail ,and that's a conquest. No fear or regrets, for the choices i make, It's what the heavens have decided, For me to take. I know i have it ,but I can't make it, Can't fulfil your dreams, just to take it. Sometimes i feel, it's all enough, Things i am trying have brought me slough. Eyes have dried, crying in the rain, To conquer or fight ,whatever it takes, Have to rest,till my mind reawakes, Just so ,to do that ,all over again. No matter how i hard i try, to put up a fight, It's never enough, for you guys. I know i am ,no perfect ! I am what i am, and that's that ! Can change myself or how i am, Because that's how i was built at. I know i tried to fight back, But every time i go, i fall back, Can't find whatever i lack, Or what things can bring me on track. I think it's wise to give up the fight, And continue doing,whatever things i like. Maybe i will find,the heavenly light, That sends me to the path,that is right. And that's that, from my story, Someday i shall, too, find my glory. To narrate the world,this was my story.

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Sep 15, 2024

Sep 15, 2024 at 10:11 AM UTC

Theprofiler007

Standarddization affects.

It's strange how things have gotten now, I know i tried ,but failed somehow. I gave my best ,to make my mark, Yet i failed,to make it work. Never to give up,nor to rest, I try and fail ,and that's a conquest. No fear or regrets, for the choices i make, It's what the heavens have decided, For me to take. I know i have it ,but I can't make it, Can't fulfil your dreams, just to take it. Sometimes i feel, it's all enough, Things i am trying have brought me slough. Eyes have dried, crying in the rain, To conquer or fight ,whatever it takes, Have to rest,till my mind reawakes, Just so ,to do that ,all over again. No matter how i hard i try, to put up a fight, It's never enough, for you guys. I know i am ,no perfect ! I am what i am, and that's that ! Can change myself or how i am, Because that's how i was built at. I know i tried to fight back, But every time i go, i fall back, Can't find whatever i lack, Or what things can bring me on track. I think it's wise to give up the fight, And continue doing,whatever things i like. Maybe i will find,the heavenly light, That sends me to the path,that is right. And that's that, from my story, Someday i shall, too, find my glory. To narrate the world,this was my story.

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look at her, they say. so polite and hardworking. I reply with an okay- and try to be like her. look at her smiling on the stage, they say. shining with a grade 8 in piano. I reply with an okay- and mold myself into someone they'll like. look at her grades, they say. getting top marks in every subject possible. I reply with an okay- but I'll always be inferior. and they say, that's just how life works. </3

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Sep 5, 2024

Sep 5, 2024 at 3:13 AM UTC

ducking

comparison

look at her, they say. so polite and hardworking. I reply with an okay- and try to be like her. look at her smiling on the stage, they say. shining with a grade 8 in piano. I reply with an okay- and mold myself into someone they'll like. look at her grades, they say. getting top marks in every subject possible. I reply with an okay- but I'll always be inferior. and they say, that's just how life works. </3

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i have never loved anybody the way i loved you i’m afraid that i never will i know not all love is the same but must you be the one i never forget must you be the one i compare to all the rest maybe it’s not you yeah, you weren’t perfect perhaps you were just the first time i put my all into somebody

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Mar 20, 2024

Mar 20, 2024 at 2:51 AM UTC

poisonedelixir

you're unforgettable

i have never loved anybody the way i loved you i’m afraid that i never will i know not all love is the same but must you be the one i never forget must you be the one i compare to all the rest maybe it’s not you yeah, you weren’t perfect perhaps you were just the first time i put my all into somebody

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I followed the order handed over to the T, I swear, I checked every square inch of the interior in that musty, empty chamber as well as the outer perimeter And, just to make sure to cover all of our bases, a land surveyor calculator was used so no one would have to return to confirm the number later He soulda, woulda, coulda but didn't prepare for the worst, should have taken ques from one of them openly mocked doomsday prepers Just in the event there was no search and rescue coming together to push the radius wider I'll say this, there's nothing you could compare to what was in there other than a twisted flair of a taboo desire for a living nightmare Keeping it honest here, there was no proper way too decipher if pain or anger fed the monster in turn fueling the inner and outer warfare After all this time the why is still unclear like an over exposed Bigfoot picture under the blur of an out of focus layer with the top half blacked out by a fat finger It's mostly ever operator error, there's no proof of any attempt to even remove the lense cover Resulting in snap shots that fully render the emptiness of a gut wrenching, heart breaking type of forever Walking through the bare walled entry erected the neck hair, instantly on anticipatory high alert, predicting a jump scare I'd never go back there but if you dare, prepare to soil your underwear, best to bring an extra pair It's far eirrer in there than I imagined it'd be with the unbalanced nature of finding tragedy has bled into the comedy so frustration and the for mentioned anger seemed not only justified but fair One might expect a shrill chill to fill the air befitting the general atmosphere likened to the hollow echo of an abandoned aviator hanger There was an uneasy stillness in the helplessness seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere The nonconsentual caress of chaos looked to have been ramped up a gear, allowed to feast on the bounty of self loathing and fear I don't know if you could consider one over the other being better while not sure who's the bigger threat, the dark passenger or driver? Neither should have been allowed to steer especially after the request to hold so and so's beer Looks like nothing penetrated the barrier inside each ear that, according to the guest sign in on the counter here, had been garded by a couple demon friends made during his very first winter Just prior to the proverbial greener pasture being engulfed by an arsons fire lit by the land owner And oh how it wreaked of dispair, heavily punctuated by the stench of failure It lingered like a stocker predator peering over top the chip and bolder on what's been dubbed an unworthy shoulder Progressively more violent as the one under investigation grew older, evidence shows a temper that consistently boiled over The life destroyers lurkin' behind every door down a never ending corridor, waiting in the cover of darkness found around every corner You don't know from where but can hear screams of terror as you pass a single motivational poster that reads, "being dead inside will allow for the skipping over of the coroner all together" Buyer beware, this particular first stair is a header, the warnings couldn't have been clearer A lack of empathy stains character but if lead by example it's plain to see why someone might refuse to care Or would even know how to for that matter, solely focused only on the neighbor who's grass is forever advertised as greener Didn't do the work on the personal endeavor so it didn't get any better, attitude towards it all seemed very cavalier An obvious what not to do trend setter, a self proclaimed and locally agreed on idiot of the year Missed all this YOLO banter, acting like a pop of the trunk would reveal a spare Who's life is it really if you're not even a content creator in it much less the engineer Come to think of it I don't recall that even bein' offered up to this poor sap as a qualifying career It should be but that's neither here nor there, what's done is done and every other cliche you can pull out of the air To put it simply, he wasn't known as a fighter so he threw in the towel and tossed innocence out with the bath water The belief that life was beyond repair was a thought he struggled to alter, positivity was something he never learned how to gather, had a horrible teacher It didn't help hearing a proper confirmation message from both a soothsayer and palm reader with no reassurance from his supposed maker Proof that it's always safer to separate judge, jury and executioner, it's a no brainier But he wore all three hats plus at his core was a sinner, it could've been his last meal every time he sat down for dinner So he no doubt knew there was no scenario where a man like himself was gonna come out the winner And now that I've seen the bizzar aftermath from every angle I can say with far more confidence than when I began to explore that I don't know how he managed to even get this far The violence was real, the battles weren't staged, it raged on behind the fleshy mask he wore to keep us from witnessing the horror But every day his anchor to a brighter reality got weaker, thoughts and surroundings becoming darker faster than he could remember from the days before One can only be expected to hold on for so long when you're the nail trying to resist the hammer He was neither hero nor imposter, just the next mother fuucker to fall victim to his own future

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Oct 24, 2022

Oct 24, 2022 at 2:27 PM UTC

bettsjc187

~•§•~ Mission Briefing ~•§•~

I followed the order handed over to the T, I swear, I checked every square inch of the interior in that musty, empty chamber as well as the outer perimeter And, just to make sure to cover all of our bases, a land surveyor calculator was used so no one would have to return to confirm the number later He soulda, woulda, coulda but didn't prepare for the worst, should have taken ques from one of them openly mocked doomsday prepers Just in the event there was no search and rescue coming together to push the radius wider I'll say this, there's nothing you could compare to what was in there other than a twisted flair of a taboo desire for a living nightmare Keeping it honest here, there was no proper way too decipher if pain or anger fed the monster in turn fueling the inner and outer warfare After all this time the why is still unclear like an over exposed Bigfoot picture under the blur of an out of focus layer with the top half blacked out by a fat finger It's mostly ever operator error, there's no proof of any attempt to even remove the lense cover Resulting in snap shots that fully render the emptiness of a gut wrenching, heart breaking type of forever Walking through the bare walled entry erected the neck hair, instantly on anticipatory high alert, predicting a jump scare I'd never go back there but if you dare, prepare to soil your underwear, best to bring an extra pair It's far eirrer in there than I imagined it'd be with the unbalanced nature of finding tragedy has bled into the comedy so frustration and the for mentioned anger seemed not only justified but fair One might expect a shrill chill to fill the air befitting the general atmosphere likened to the hollow echo of an abandoned aviator hanger There was an uneasy stillness in the helplessness seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere The nonconsentual caress of chaos looked to have been ramped up a gear, allowed to feast on the bounty of self loathing and fear I don't know if you could consider one over the other being better while not sure who's the bigger threat, the dark passenger or driver? Neither should have been allowed to steer especially after the request to hold so and so's beer Looks like nothing penetrated the barrier inside each ear that, according to the guest sign in on the counter here, had been garded by a couple demon friends made during his very first winter Just prior to the proverbial greener pasture being engulfed by an arsons fire lit by the land owner And oh how it wreaked of dispair, heavily punctuated by the stench of failure It lingered like a stocker predator peering over top the chip and bolder on what's been dubbed an unworthy shoulder Progressively more violent as the one under investigation grew older, evidence shows a temper that consistently boiled over The life destroyers lurkin' behind every door down a never ending corridor, waiting in the cover of darkness found around every corner You don't know from where but can hear screams of terror as you pass a single motivational poster that reads, "being dead inside will allow for the skipping over of the coroner all together" Buyer beware, this particular first stair is a header, the warnings couldn't have been clearer A lack of empathy stains character but if lead by example it's plain to see why someone might refuse to care Or would even know how to for that matter, solely focused only on the neighbor who's grass is forever advertised as greener Didn't do the work on the personal endeavor so it didn't get any better, attitude towards it all seemed very cavalier An obvious what not to do trend setter, a self proclaimed and locally agreed on idiot of the year Missed all this YOLO banter, acting like a pop of the trunk would reveal a spare Who's life is it really if you're not even a content creator in it much less the engineer Come to think of it I don't recall that even bein' offered up to this poor sap as a qualifying career It should be but that's neither here nor there, what's done is done and every other cliche you can pull out of the air To put it simply, he wasn't known as a fighter so he threw in the towel and tossed innocence out with the bath water The belief that life was beyond repair was a thought he struggled to alter, positivity was something he never learned how to gather, had a horrible teacher It didn't help hearing a proper confirmation message from both a soothsayer and palm reader with no reassurance from his supposed maker Proof that it's always safer to separate judge, jury and executioner, it's a no brainier But he wore all three hats plus at his core was a sinner, it could've been his last meal every time he sat down for dinner So he no doubt knew there was no scenario where a man like himself was gonna come out the winner And now that I've seen the bizzar aftermath from every angle I can say with far more confidence than when I began to explore that I don't know how he managed to even get this far The violence was real, the battles weren't staged, it raged on behind the fleshy mask he wore to keep us from witnessing the horror But every day his anchor to a brighter reality got weaker, thoughts and surroundings becoming darker faster than he could remember from the days before One can only be expected to hold on for so long when you're the nail trying to resist the hammer He was neither hero nor imposter, just the next mother fuucker to fall victim to his own future

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Compare and Contrast (the foliage of the heart) <> **My work is loving the world.  Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird -  equal seekers of sweetness.  Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.  Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?  Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me  keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. The phoebe, the delphinium.  The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.  Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here, Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes,  a mouth with which to give shouts of joy  to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,  telling them all, over and over, how it is  that we live forever.** This is the first poem in Mary Oliver's collection Thirst, titled, “The Messenger." <> *Ruler of the Universe, grant me the ability to be alone; may it be my custom to go outdoors each day among the trees and grass among all growing things - and there may I be alone, and enter into prayer, to talk with the One to whom I belong. May I express there everything in my heart, and may all the foliage of the field - all grasses, trees, and plants - awake at my coming, to send the powers of their life into the words of my prayer so that my prayer and speech are made whole through the life and spirit of all growing things, which are made as one by their transcendent Source. May I then pour out the words of my heart before Your presence like water, O L-rd, and lift up my hands to You in worship, on my behalf, and that of my children!* -Rebbe Nachman of Bratslav <> ***too early on a Sunday morning for a trick or treat question, still bed-bound @ Nine AM, browsing the internet state of the world, it’s pre-my-walk on First Ave., in my Manhattan concrete habitat pasture, where it’s gray and grayer reveals of raggedy grass, certainly no sheep, and the only flowers arrayed will be those with price tags fronting the bodegas that are busy preparing breakfast for thousands of New Yorkers trick question? indeed! there is NO contrast, save the compare the kinetic similitude of three kinfolk prayers, amidst frightfully unchanging headlines of the dreary state of the world - weather report prototypical, war, death & destruction, whiny celebrities and sports “heroes,” editorials preaching, a vast quietude of no one’s mind changed, but, always the but… my work is loving the world, the grimy solitary blades of grass, true survivors, hosted & sprouting in dirt cracks miraculously, letting the foliage of my heart blossoming in early morn warmth within my body’s extremities, clothed coverings of wintery wool, confess my facts (“no longer young and still not half perfect?”), filling the styrofoam cups of begging, wretched yearning refuse, planting sprigs of mint green dollars in blanched froze hands, wondering to myself, which one is*** the masked messiah? ***these are the growing things in my fields, 70 years familiar, the fruits and flowers of my life, are street crated>corners, a panoply of vest corner garden-parks, and the people! people of every color and shade, what variety hath man wrought?*** my eyes lack ***not for anything, plenty the stimuli joyous within the astonishing spirit and life of all things blooming in hostile soil and you may yet see the mark of Abel joy upon my forehead, in my eyes, and see lips whispering this prayer~poem while being birthed, but in a word, a single word, a pouring, best summarizing of a rebbe’s blessing shouting out, anointing, appointing:*** ~Hallelujah~ Sun Feb 19 2023 9:15 AM NYC

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Feb 19, 2023

Feb 19, 2023 at 3:59 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Compare and Contrast (the foliage of the heart)

Compare and Contrast (the foliage of the heart) <> **My work is loving the world.  Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird -  equal seekers of sweetness.  Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums.  Here the clam deep in the speckled sand. Are my boots old? Is my coat torn?  Am I no longer young and still not half-perfect? Let me  keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished. The phoebe, the delphinium.  The sheep in the pasture, and the pasture.  Which is mostly rejoicing, since all ingredients are here, Which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart and these body-clothes,  a mouth with which to give shouts of joy  to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,  telling them all, over and over, how it is  that we live forever.** This is the first poem in Mary Oliver's collection Thirst, titled, “The Messenger." <> *Ruler of the Universe, grant me the ability to be alone; may it be my custom to go outdoors each day among the trees and grass among all growing things - and there may I be alone, and enter into prayer, to talk with the One to whom I belong. May I express there everything in my heart, and may all the foliage of the field - all grasses, trees, and plants - awake at my coming, to send the powers of their life into the words of my prayer so that my prayer and speech are made whole through the life and spirit of all growing things, which are made as one by their transcendent Source. May I then pour out the words of my heart before Your presence like water, O L-rd, and lift up my hands to You in worship, on my behalf, and that of my children!* -Rebbe Nachman of Bratslav <> ***too early on a Sunday morning for a trick or treat question, still bed-bound @ Nine AM, browsing the internet state of the world, it’s pre-my-walk on First Ave., in my Manhattan concrete habitat pasture, where it’s gray and grayer reveals of raggedy grass, certainly no sheep, and the only flowers arrayed will be those with price tags fronting the bodegas that are busy preparing breakfast for thousands of New Yorkers trick question? indeed! there is NO contrast, save the compare the kinetic similitude of three kinfolk prayers, amidst frightfully unchanging headlines of the dreary state of the world - weather report prototypical, war, death & destruction, whiny celebrities and sports “heroes,” editorials preaching, a vast quietude of no one’s mind changed, but, always the but… my work is loving the world, the grimy solitary blades of grass, true survivors, hosted & sprouting in dirt cracks miraculously, letting the foliage of my heart blossoming in early morn warmth within my body’s extremities, clothed coverings of wintery wool, confess my facts (“no longer young and still not half perfect?”), filling the styrofoam cups of begging, wretched yearning refuse, planting sprigs of mint green dollars in blanched froze hands, wondering to myself, which one is*** the masked messiah? ***these are the growing things in my fields, 70 years familiar, the fruits and flowers of my life, are street crated>corners, a panoply of vest corner garden-parks, and the people! people of every color and shade, what variety hath man wrought?*** my eyes lack ***not for anything, plenty the stimuli joyous within the astonishing spirit and life of all things blooming in hostile soil and you may yet see the mark of Abel joy upon my forehead, in my eyes, and see lips whispering this prayer~poem while being birthed, but in a word, a single word, a pouring, best summarizing of a rebbe’s blessing shouting out, anointing, appointing:*** ~Hallelujah~ Sun Feb 19 2023 9:15 AM NYC

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2/10/2022 You flipped on me like a coin But to compare you to a currency Would be to suggest that you actually Could spend your time like it were money Or that you would place value on our friendship I held onto you like a rung on a ladder But to compare you to such a useful tool Would be to pose that I might have actually Used you as if you were a piece of equipment Or that I thought I could climb you to reach new heights You left me like a turn signal But to compare you to a direction Would be to suggest that you actually Had some purpose or mission or goal Or that you had an inkling of the destination of your journey

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Mar 12, 2022

Mar 12, 2022 at 11:06 AM UTC

rickey-someone

Jarring

2/10/2022 You flipped on me like a coin But to compare you to a currency Would be to suggest that you actually Could spend your time like it were money Or that you would place value on our friendship I held onto you like a rung on a ladder But to compare you to such a useful tool Would be to pose that I might have actually Used you as if you were a piece of equipment Or that I thought I could climb you to reach new heights You left me like a turn signal But to compare you to a direction Would be to suggest that you actually Had some purpose or mission or goal Or that you had an inkling of the destination of your journey

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Never STOP yourself to WONDER how BEAUTIFUL you're ,, Jealousy will cease you to RUN after more SUPERIOR than you.. Your beauty will not stop you, but your PRIDE on your beauty will LOCK your MOVE .. OPEN your HEART every time you open your EYES.. Make your soul LIVELY and as PLAYFUL as butterfly Who spends their whole LIFE , flying across AESTIVATIONS ,, Of singly coloured PETALS.... Holding the band of RAINBOW on their BACK... If they stop , to CHERISH their beauty It'll disturb the law.. UNAWARE of their BREATHTAKING beauty they're happy & BUSY.. So, if you're arrived for a JOURNEY Never make SONGS of your MISERIES Make your PAIN , a mole of CHEEK Not an EXCUSE to hide your FACE Never let your SHORTCOMINGS be the reason to RUN away from LIFE... They call crawling caterpillars UGLY But wishes to get KISSED from butterflies They're nagging , criticizing judgemental Can only PRAISE the Beauty... Nobody is INTERESTED in anyone's journey So BUSY to see transformation But Ready to Compare & to make PERCEPTION ......

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Jun 18, 2021

Jun 18, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC

Pr_nandni

Beauty

Never STOP yourself to WONDER how BEAUTIFUL you're ,, Jealousy will cease you to RUN after more SUPERIOR than you.. Your beauty will not stop you, but your PRIDE on your beauty will LOCK your MOVE .. OPEN your HEART every time you open your EYES.. Make your soul LIVELY and as PLAYFUL as butterfly Who spends their whole LIFE , flying across AESTIVATIONS ,, Of singly coloured PETALS.... Holding the band of RAINBOW on their BACK... If they stop , to CHERISH their beauty It'll disturb the law.. UNAWARE of their BREATHTAKING beauty they're happy & BUSY.. So, if you're arrived for a JOURNEY Never make SONGS of your MISERIES Make your PAIN , a mole of CHEEK Not an EXCUSE to hide your FACE Never let your SHORTCOMINGS be the reason to RUN away from LIFE... They call crawling caterpillars UGLY But wishes to get KISSED from butterflies They're nagging , criticizing judgemental Can only PRAISE the Beauty... Nobody is INTERESTED in anyone's journey So BUSY to see transformation But Ready to Compare & to make PERCEPTION ......

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I can love myself so much better comparison steals my ability to see my beauty I spend so much time loathing I don’t know what to compare myself to anymore

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Nov 20, 2020

Nov 20, 2020 at 4:26 PM UTC

lydiaduhhhh

Comparison

I can love myself so much better comparison steals my ability to see my beauty I spend so much time loathing I don’t know what to compare myself to anymore

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Preamble: Compare and Contrast compare and contrast, the teacher asks us to do this, on a mid-term exam and I am struck-up by a resonance combo, a commandment compare and contrast, somewhere an ineffable has ordered me to love poetry, in all/only honesty, in that uncertain way. without surcease. functional verbs that a button pushed, a non-rhyme that sang out somehow “this is the writing life, this way, yours.” live and last. with that single directive, compare and contrast. without surcease, and your poem then, has no The End.

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Jun 26, 2020

Jun 26, 2020 at 2:47 PM UTC

nat-lipstadt

Preamble: Compare and Contrast

Preamble: Compare and Contrast compare and contrast, the teacher asks us to do this, on a mid-term exam and I am struck-up by a resonance combo, a commandment compare and contrast, somewhere an ineffable has ordered me to love poetry, in all/only honesty, in that uncertain way. without surcease. functional verbs that a button pushed, a non-rhyme that sang out somehow “this is the writing life, this way, yours.” live and last. with that single directive, compare and contrast. without surcease, and your poem then, has no The End.

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The nights are as young as we are, The days, are as long as our nightmares, Our dreams are short, But long during, To compare ourselves with others, Is like comparing our nightmares, They'll never be the same, For one person's nightmares, Are another's day dream.

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Jun 26, 2020

Jun 26, 2020 at 5:51 AM UTC

TheBlondNexes

Nightmares, to dreams.

The nights are as young as we are, The days, are as long as our nightmares, Our dreams are short, But long during, To compare ourselves with others, Is like comparing our nightmares, They'll never be the same, For one person's nightmares, Are another's day dream.

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The moon isn’t meant to be warm it’s not meant to be bright, the reason we see it, is because of a reflection of the sun’s light. The moon isn’t meant to be warm The way it shines is cold a silver light, not fire and gold You don’t compare, night and noon the sun is the sun and the moon is the moon

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Jun 2, 2020

Jun 2, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC

rise_and_shine

the moon

The moon isn’t meant to be warm it’s not meant to be bright, the reason we see it, is because of a reflection of the sun’s light. The moon isn’t meant to be warm The way it shines is cold a silver light, not fire and gold You don’t compare, night and noon the sun is the sun and the moon is the moon

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That is until you look at me and nothing else could compare.

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May 6, 2020

May 6, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC

Pizacas23

To my dear

That is until you look at me and nothing else could compare.

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I don’t need to compare scars to know how deep they are Just know I’m hurting and everything is starting to break apart

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Mar 28, 2020

Mar 28, 2020 at 7:04 PM UTC

Bullet

Break

I don’t need to compare scars to know how deep they are Just know I’m hurting and everything is starting to break apart

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Kisses don't compare To all the little things we do Singing in the car Holding hands Dancing in the kitchen The little moments last forever With you

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Mar 4, 2020

Mar 4, 2020 at 7:09 PM UTC

Erianrose

Forever with You

Kisses don't compare To all the little things we do Singing in the car Holding hands Dancing in the kitchen The little moments last forever With you

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His wildflower heart Set a spark in my chest That no other could compare To these October showers And our unfamiliar bliss

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Oct 7, 2019

Oct 7, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC

Erianrose

October showers & wildflowers

His wildflower heart Set a spark in my chest That no other could compare To these October showers And our unfamiliar bliss

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Your smile It's something that no one else can compare Your laughter It brings out my worries and pains If only you knew how much You make my stomach flutter I can't help it Falling for your smile

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Oct 3, 2019

Oct 3, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC

Erianrose

Your Smile

Your smile It's something that no one else can compare Your laughter It brings out my worries and pains If only you knew how much You make my stomach flutter I can't help it Falling for your smile

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The person who told not to compare yourself with others, is comparing itself. What a shame!

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Sep 21, 2019

Sep 21, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC

mariiii

Shame.

The person who told not to compare yourself with others, is comparing itself. What a shame!

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***ramble on to your hearts discontentment for as long as it is discontented rambling will be the cure, poems deep rock sourced, from sorcery, for good! as long as spoke, needy needed, their wandering brick path is the road to a content finale she’ll alone recognize***

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Sep 15, 2019

Sep 15, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC

no-truth-login

your devotion is with out compare

***ramble on to your hearts discontentment for as long as it is discontented rambling will be the cure, poems deep rock sourced, from sorcery, for good! as long as spoke, needy needed, their wandering brick path is the road to a content finale she’ll alone recognize***

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You don't know how i feel Because you've never seen yourself The way i see you You never knew how much i truly love you So of course you won't know how much i love you When you've never loved someone As i as i loved you.

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC

NinaSolita

You don't know

You don't know how i feel Because you've never seen yourself The way i see you You never knew how much i truly love you So of course you won't know how much i love you When you've never loved someone As i as i loved you.

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I'll never be recognized For who I want to be No one will care about me For the things I see The beauty in my words No one really cares None of my efforts Really compare

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Jul 13, 2019

Jul 13, 2019 at 9:04 PM UTC

casper_the_undead

Compare

I'll never be recognized For who I want to be No one will care about me For the things I see The beauty in my words No one really cares None of my efforts Really compare

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