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#yawn
As the sun rises over the tops of the trees It appears to be yawning Yawning and stretching out it's beaming arms Stretching out to share the warmth and love The warmth and love that is needed by everyone, every day Everyone that is ready for what the new day will bring... Do you feel it? Brian Hill - 2019 # 202
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Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 9:49 AM UTC
Do you feel the Beam?
Can't write a poem right now. Can't figure out the sound, or how the rest of this should look. My phrasings are obvious most times, and don't get me started on my slant rhymes. So what do I have, as a writer, to offer the betters of my peers? Quiet conversation, loud argumentation, fingertips clacking mechanics and a penchant to steer myself across the happy, golden union. I sometimes forget the only thing holding me down is the force of something much larger than I. It's the firing pistons alive in the mind behind both of my grey-blue faltering like the autumn to the winter eyes.
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Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
Silvery Wisps Haunting Hollowed Blues
I miss you painfully, I miss your smile dearly. I miss your funny frown, And your crazy yawn. I miss the way you sat huddled in a chair when you were sad, Or how you pulled your hair when you were mad. I miss all our little moments, Sprinkled with torments, But oozing with excitement. You are engraved in my heart, You are etched in my thoughts. You are the blood that flows in my veins, The supply of oxygen in my brain. I wake up missing you, I go to sleep missing you, Every second I miss you. To forget you is like I stop breathing, My heart stops beating. Or I become another me, From missing you I can be free.
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 4:38 AM UTC
I Miss You
Contagious Yawning Starts with one, soon everyone Yawns contagiously.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
Random Haiku
doom dark ages and the death of poetry now here arise  poets spark burning lines arson the fake prez Fuhrer all his followers Nazis (how original) don't forget the weird line breaks        and        / spacing / /   refuse punctuation no caps ever                   voila yet another lame lib lefty         yawner
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Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
Die Verse City
What bores you? Do you accept BS too? Yawn! Can't you get anyone better, grot, Whining is so tiring, boring, I've got so 'over' your whinging, you see, I'm sure you can get someone better than me!
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC
(YAWN)......
Goodnight world. Its been a long day. I felt like **** I had at least 5 headaches Took 4 pills today And drank 6 glasses of water. But now its time to rest. And to think. Think about the girl i crush on Think about the new school year And what the **** im doing tomorrow Its a goodnight from me Good old b.d I cant wait to stress about the littlest things tomorow. But thats tomorrow. But if one things for sure ***you can bet your *** im sleeping in***
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Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:58 AM UTC
Godnight
The sound you hear, Is exclusively yours, The uvula swings, Wishing good night, But remember my dear, You got to repeat I fear... When I yawn I turn deaf, I swear...
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May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
Yawn
What if every time a person yawned, It was actually the silent scream of a Demon wishing to be set free? What if every time someone cried, It was a demon clawing it's way Through their brain? What if every time I went to bed, I thought of you and how you're Probably doing these days? Would you think of me too? Probably not. And that's what I've got to accept.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Acceptance
Yawning wide Against the tide Of tiredness and drag Yawning enough To make muscles tough Against strain and hate Yawning small Lesser the fall.
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
Yawn
*Wind blowing through the air Trees dancing as they sway with the rhythm of the wind Sun glaring down on all of humanity capturing everything in its vision Thinking, Wondering.. What is it like to be a star in the night sky to be seen together as one "Stars" look at their beauty how they belong with each other illuminating the sky oh what i'd do not to feel alone no difference made when im with friends it seems they only give me temporary happiness there is nothing here that can fill the void 365 lonely days, 52 lonely weeks everyday its the same ol' repetitive crap eat, pray, sleep, think, eat, pray, sleep, think **** its such a bore here, what I'd do to never feel alone*
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 2:06 PM UTC
The Lonely
It's getting late but it never bothered anyone, Or me, or you. You're my dizziest day dream so don't hesitate to yawn. I've been waiting so long so just before you leave just tell me I deserved it.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:38 AM UTC
Before I lost sense
When listen about date of exam Feelings got high and uncalm Being company of books inevitable Now condition of students deplorable Having pressure smacking clock fatuously Yawning and laziness offing continuously To see books again and again become petulant But thinking about exams it takes dissentiment! Due to exams sleep devoured Neither subject nor weather favoured Time ate to last morsel the pleasure And to do best alter one's nature Pretending today's work to next day Lastly purge to get something we have to pay!!
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:19 PM UTC
EXAMINATION PHOBIA
I'm the grouchy bear Waking isn't my style One eye Two eye, Open Closed, Hear me roar, "AAAAHhhhrrrrr" My lips do smack together, My morning breath peals the Wallpaper from the walls, I cuddle up again all is as before, One eye Two eye, Closed, Open Then locked tight once more, I nod off, nice and warm, Till my ears pick up noise, Coming within the door "Cold fingers" 1, 2, 3, 4, Planted on my back, as I jump With a chill, Giggles all around Except the rudely awoken "ME" I roar once again, as little feet Swiftly leave the room, Feet upon the floor Arms Palms Fingers Reach up connecting as I let out a "AAAHHHhhrrrrr" "Yawn" Under arm scratch Head scratch some more, "I am the Grouchy bear" "I like hibernating in my bed" Dare to wake me and hear my Growl, AHHHHhhrrrrr... "Ten more minutes cubs" As they giggle out the door...
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Grouchy Bear
In the library trying To read Eyes are sleepy Yawning is continuous To save me A cup of coffee what I need! Looking out from the Window Nothing new only sunshine So Made myself busy in counting Fan Other time spreading fake smile to Unknown man Whenever try to read words In book I am sicking of laziness Which is crook!!
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Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Sicking Of Laziness
Eyes glancing over terms For which I care not Mind trying to memorize Definitions of things So small you cannot see With the human eye If I could do anything else I would But no choice has been given to me I must learn What I have been told And nothing else Why can't we learn Things no one ever thinks of Why can't we figure out Why spontaneous generation Doesn't exist For ourselves Or write Whatever we want And explore what works And what doesn't Instead what we discover Has been laid out for us A skeleton of information Today's form of education Why must we do things we hate And waste our precious time on things we don't care about When we could focus on Something we are passionate for And could become successful at No child who is passionate about swimming Is going to revolutionize the world of construction No one who loves cooking Is going to change the finical industry People will go above and beyond What is asked of them If they love What they do So why don't we let them? The world would have amazing increases and discoveries In every field So many people wouldn't hate their jobs Or their co-workers If they were all enthusiastic about their career If we allowed people to focus On their passions But We don't So My eyes glance over the terms For which I care not Mind trying to memorize Definitions of things So small you cannot see With the human eye If I could do anything else I would
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Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
Passion
There's a fine line to dance When trying to save the world Countless romance may leave thy self a little whirled I never had assurance to be anyone's girl But I'm so in love with loving the whole world.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:37 AM UTC
Good Morning
Good morning, boy coffee and chemistry - your ***** thick as a girl's wrist pestering my **** as I twist forgetting to yawn with your dreams rubbed into me.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
6am
Tired, eyes bleary with sleep But I force them open again I can't doze off just quite yet You have to go to work at ten Sitting in front of my screen My mind begins to wander But I can't sleep quite yet 'Cause I still have to call her I can see the sun glinting Just through the window glass But I just want to talk to her Five minutes, that's all I ask Well past four in the morning My phone lights up the room A smile fills my face It says, "Hey honey, I love you."
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Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
I'll Stay Up All Night To Watch the Sunrise With You
Goodnight world of light I go to spend the dark night Wastefully, on sleep. I don't care what I don't do Or don't accomplish; I sleep!
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May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
Goodnight!
while I may do you perfectly. the snow angels on gasoline st., did you see them? All of the houses were dripping wet too, one girl with gold laces on her leopard shoes wore red plastic pants; totally soaked to the bone. to train ourselves to brave the heat of each others' bodies as we awaken in one small bed, one small blanket. the both of us yawn. it's so fun to make waffles but neither of us like to eat preference. I love you to death but prefer to brush my teeth alone- one tooth at a time. embrace your new t-shirt, even though not everyone enjoys a good show of a flock of crows. hand drawn indie wicker-hipster prints. coffee by the pint. you crack me up like vitrifying glass sheens of the individual bubbles in a bubble bath or the ****** glazed eyes of the monsters' eye while a shark attacks. creaky sounds of bodies mapped by fingers, tickled tummies rippled by listening to witch house singers. you crack me up, count chocula. It's Saturday, I love to laugh while laying down. everybody's funnier when they're laying on the ground. we toast to ghosts. luminous lengths of birthday candles lickediddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd d 0 y0urself as best you can
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May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
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