#pr - Hello Poetry

Although I can’t prove it, I think most poets work for FEMA, writing good lines on the side of homes. This poem is asleep, so don’t yell at it, waking it up; leave it alone letting it dream.

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 12:00 AM UTC

r-2

FEMA Dreama

Although I can’t prove it, I think most poets work for FEMA, writing good lines on the side of homes. This poem is asleep, so don’t yell at it, waking it up; leave it alone letting it dream.

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Tanuj Bhati

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Dec 13, 2015

Dec 13, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC

TanujBhati

ldkiyo pr attiyachaar

Tanuj Bhati

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Ejte no ej patol polque 'ta fumando un cigajillo en su cajo. ¿Patol? Pol favol . . .

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Dec 9, 2019

Dec 9, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC

connecthook

Otro poema trópico (un pastoral)

Ejte no ej patol polque 'ta fumando un cigajillo en su cajo. ¿Patol? Pol favol . . .

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Since you came, our fields don't look the same. You broke us down and changed our ways. We were once beautiful filled with lots of green and the calm blue of the sea. You destroyed familys and dreams and our hope simply disappeared. María, ******* hurricane, my little island is not the same. My heart aches and screams to see how it once were. Beacuse we were once beautiful and then you came.

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC

stvrdust

We were once beautiful

Since you came, our fields don't look the same. You broke us down and changed our ways. We were once beautiful filled with lots of green and the calm blue of the sea. You destroyed familys and dreams and our hope simply disappeared. María, ******* hurricane, my little island is not the same. My heart aches and screams to see how it once were. Beacuse we were once beautiful and then you came.

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