#rages - Hello Poetry

I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages That’s a lot of room for my rages Enough space to spill my soul Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal It might take me a while I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile When I finally get to the end The cardboard will be my friend

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Jul 25, 2025

Jul 25, 2025 at 3:48 PM UTC

ce-uptain

My New Pad

I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages That’s a lot of room for my rages Enough space to spill my soul Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal It might take me a while I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile When I finally get to the end The cardboard will be my friend

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I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages That’s a lot of room for my rages Enough space to spill my soul Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal It might take me a while I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile When I finally get to the end The cardboard will be my friend

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Jul 15, 2025

Jul 15, 2025 at 11:00 AM UTC

ce-uptain

My New Pad

I’ve got a new pad, 50 pages That’s a lot of room for my rages Enough space to spill my soul Getting to the cardboard, that’s my goal It might take me a while I’ll have to laugh, cry and smile When I finally get to the end The cardboard will be my friend

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Trickling down the skies above does rain kiss the land solemnly, Moonlight hidden from eyesight to protect lunar fantasies from brutal realities, The storm rages.

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Jun 24, 2021

Jun 24, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC

solaceamongsolitude

Rages

Trickling down the skies above does rain kiss the land solemnly, Moonlight hidden from eyesight to protect lunar fantasies from brutal realities, The storm rages.

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blowing balloons signaling 158 years since Appomattox (Alternately titled always look on the bright side of life) Armageddon would be a morbidly amazing, concluding (reign of **** Sapiens) fascinating albeit simultaneously catastrophic boon dog gull to accompany (this incognito sans, spacesuit attired as bugs bunny foolish faux rabbit, yup you reddit right with netzero outlook) amidst others eyed hop along (like Cassidy) to find amidst rubble strewn cocoon, or perchance an arid extra dry armed hammer hotmail spelling unrelenting radioactive blown humungous earthlinked dune daffy duck dynasty Don trumpeting a brave (though extremely foolish soul) weathering fierce-some dust bowl ap pear ring like a ghoulish goon vis a vis via global sand man disallowing any inhabitant to be immune whereat winter days would mimic (nee far exceed) those analogous to tropical June day where nary species of flora nor fauna, which latter muffled cry viz Claire De Lune barely heard above blindingly pitched (scoring major lunar home run) when earth's moon appeared to be batted, snatched, and whacked - piñata like casting darkness at high noon this out of other worldly debacle (viz: a scene of apocalyptic, cosmic and epic rune from twilight zone re: outer limits offsetting sole millennial Gaia satellite believed rigged forever) which end of planetary status quo came soon er than expected, accompanied by Gustav Holst eponymous tune once Luna rung seismically, titanic ally uprooted, violently wrenched prior to crash landing at ground zero rocked and rolled out of orbitz before careering, and screaming thru the atmosphere analogous a full term baby in utero yanked out of womb. though the above dynamic gigantic jack-knifed nihilistic quantum spectacular universal wreckage sans the inner sphere of solar system (known to mankind, when said creature, an outlier) whence even amidst the early bipedal hominids didst throve a sage no event (whether natural or caused by human error), would compare neither cap cha, when are bit rage emasculated, and wrought onto once verdant terrestrial firmament no way to measure nor gauge the depth, length, scope of total value eradicating any trace of simian equipage reducing arrogant, conceited, ego-maniacal, dotage boot far-fetched science fiction phenomena would witness civilization captive in their own technological cage.

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May 8, 2018

May 8, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Grant This Civil Yankee To Doodle Till He Gets Blue In The Face

blowing balloons signaling 158 years since Appomattox (Alternately titled always look on the bright side of life) Armageddon would be a morbidly amazing, concluding (reign of **** Sapiens) fascinating albeit simultaneously catastrophic boon dog gull to accompany (this incognito sans, spacesuit attired as bugs bunny foolish faux rabbit, yup you reddit right with netzero outlook) amidst others eyed hop along (like Cassidy) to find amidst rubble strewn cocoon, or perchance an arid extra dry armed hammer hotmail spelling unrelenting radioactive blown humungous earthlinked dune daffy duck dynasty Don trumpeting a brave (though extremely foolish soul) weathering fierce-some dust bowl ap pear ring like a ghoulish goon vis a vis via global sand man disallowing any inhabitant to be immune whereat winter days would mimic (nee far exceed) those analogous to tropical June day where nary species of flora nor fauna, which latter muffled cry viz Claire De Lune barely heard above blindingly pitched (scoring major lunar home run) when earth's moon appeared to be batted, snatched, and whacked - piñata like casting darkness at high noon this out of other worldly debacle (viz: a scene of apocalyptic, cosmic and epic rune from twilight zone re: outer limits offsetting sole millennial Gaia satellite believed rigged forever) which end of planetary status quo came soon er than expected, accompanied by Gustav Holst eponymous tune once Luna rung seismically, titanic ally uprooted, violently wrenched prior to crash landing at ground zero rocked and rolled out of orbitz before careering, and screaming thru the atmosphere analogous a full term baby in utero yanked out of womb. though the above dynamic gigantic jack-knifed nihilistic quantum spectacular universal wreckage sans the inner sphere of solar system (known to mankind, when said creature, an outlier) whence even amidst the early bipedal hominids didst throve a sage no event (whether natural or caused by human error), would compare neither cap cha, when are bit rage emasculated, and wrought onto once verdant terrestrial firmament no way to measure nor gauge the depth, length, scope of total value eradicating any trace of simian equipage reducing arrogant, conceited, ego-maniacal, dotage boot far-fetched science fiction phenomena would witness civilization captive in their own technological cage.

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Being with you Blurs boundaries Withers innocence Suppresses guilt Rages darkness Till wrong does not seem wrong no more

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Apr 29, 2018

Apr 29, 2018 at 5:59 AM UTC

SabilaSiddiqui

You bring out the worst in me

Being with you Blurs boundaries Withers innocence Suppresses guilt Rages darkness Till wrong does not seem wrong no more

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We ain't no showcase not pictures to gawp at or books you can pick up so shut the **** up. I could tell you all's fine when I've drunk all the wine and the streets are inviting but that's just ***** in a tea cup and swearing, so what? what the **** have we got to be Christian for? While they're having their ***** while democracy falls while the drones keep on flying I'll keep on trying to put across the message that this ain't no picnic.

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Jan 21, 2017

Jan 21, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Street level

We ain't no showcase not pictures to gawp at or books you can pick up so shut the **** up. I could tell you all's fine when I've drunk all the wine and the streets are inviting but that's just ***** in a tea cup and swearing, so what? what the **** have we got to be Christian for? While they're having their ***** while democracy falls while the drones keep on flying I'll keep on trying to put across the message that this ain't no picnic.

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I am the sword that splits the world in twain. I am the shield upon which pain breaks. I am the storm that rages in your heart. I am the rain that patters softly across your cheeks. I am the cheerful madman waltzing down your street.

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Oct 12, 2014

Oct 12, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC

shipoftheseus

Resolution

I am the sword that splits the world in twain. I am the shield upon which pain breaks. I am the storm that rages in your heart. I am the rain that patters softly across your cheeks. I am the cheerful madman waltzing down your street.

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