#pragmatic - Hello Poetry

Established from the first glimpse Your whisper as sweet as bliss Sweet talk fulfilling your every wish Expressing our motives of lust on the bus Invite me in with emotional eyes is a plus Candlelight dinner for two taste the sweetuss Meal time over time for the bedroom canvas Evening accomplished your love I put my trust Pragmatic love

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Jul 12, 2020

Jul 12, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC

RMMurray

Pragmatic Love

Established from the first glimpse Your whisper as sweet as bliss Sweet talk fulfilling your every wish Expressing our motives of lust on the bus Invite me in with emotional eyes is a plus Candlelight dinner for two taste the sweetuss Meal time over time for the bedroom canvas Evening accomplished your love I put my trust Pragmatic love

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My whole life I had scoffed at boys gifting girls flowers The expensive ones, the kind they saved up for I thought it was incredibly immature to pay for pretty dead things When the world is in the process of destruction And the economy is constantly in inflation It could’ve paid for a lot of things— A nice meal or even AirPods It was until I got a girl of my own Smiling like she’s the sun Walking around and tugging me along I suddenly had the urge to get her a 50-dollar bouquet Or those fancy ones in a box shipped from Dubai Or a giant teddy bear—Yes! A giant teddy bear to fill a corner of her room on top of her pile of trash Suddenly she deserves pretty dead things Hold onto them as they slowly wilt I want her to walk around owning a piece of Earth It could’ve been an animal or a plant Shiny gems or a worm But she deserves the brightest crop among the weeds The purplest shade nature can make The pinkest rose The yellowest sunflower I’m not even one to write a poem either But somehow I now belong in the stupid group of hopeless romantics plucking pretty things from Earth Despite inflation and pragmatism I guess it says a lot about us humans Sentimental *****

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Feb 18, 2020

Feb 18, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC

lisenastja

The day I believed in flowers

My whole life I had scoffed at boys gifting girls flowers The expensive ones, the kind they saved up for I thought it was incredibly immature to pay for pretty dead things When the world is in the process of destruction And the economy is constantly in inflation It could’ve paid for a lot of things— A nice meal or even AirPods It was until I got a girl of my own Smiling like she’s the sun Walking around and tugging me along I suddenly had the urge to get her a 50-dollar bouquet Or those fancy ones in a box shipped from Dubai Or a giant teddy bear—Yes! A giant teddy bear to fill a corner of her room on top of her pile of trash Suddenly she deserves pretty dead things Hold onto them as they slowly wilt I want her to walk around owning a piece of Earth It could’ve been an animal or a plant Shiny gems or a worm But she deserves the brightest crop among the weeds The purplest shade nature can make The pinkest rose The yellowest sunflower I’m not even one to write a poem either But somehow I now belong in the stupid group of hopeless romantics plucking pretty things from Earth Despite inflation and pragmatism I guess it says a lot about us humans Sentimental *****

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* "It is equally as important to know useless things as those deemed useful. . .for the ability to skip learning the futile, to show to others how, is as insightful and beneficial as knowledge is to be gained." *

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Nov 20, 2018

Nov 20, 2018 at 7:17 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Pragmatic

* "It is equally as important to know useless things as those deemed useful. . .for the ability to skip learning the futile, to show to others how, is as insightful and beneficial as knowledge is to be gained." *

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with the opportunity to fly, heaven-bound with relentless cadence, over unbound oceans of endless thought, i still prefer to glance ashore from a shore, Standing still with normative idealism, bound to false securities of pragmatism, and perpetually doomed to drown, if ever setting foot in water.

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Jul 17, 2018

Jul 17, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC

rhfists

still.

with the opportunity to fly, heaven-bound with relentless cadence, over unbound oceans of endless thought, i still prefer to glance ashore from a shore, Standing still with normative idealism, bound to false securities of pragmatism, and perpetually doomed to drown, if ever setting foot in water.

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