"critism" poems
I take my time to read your poems,
I value the work you put:
I do this without sentiment,
I only value what is cute;
i might never meet you in person
But i have met you here:
Every moment i read your work
Is a beautiful moment we share;
I have learnt from you
Through your write-ups here:
To make out time for us,
Has proven that you care;
Thank you for your efforts
In making this place run:
Your write-ups here
Have really kept us going on;
To those of you who have encouraged me -
I remain sincerely grateful to you:
Your comments, critism, likes and reposts,
Have helped in seeing me through;
I come online always
To be sure there is nothing to miss,
And it always proved worthwhile,
And gives me an emotional bliss;
And if you are new to this place,
I was once like you:
Just continue to contribute
And let your efforts see you through;
So to all of you i mean everyone
So many to mention in one day,
May you always find rest,
Love, peace and prosperity everyday.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
Yellow is the color of the mind
and intelect
Optimistic and cheerful
yet impatient and critism
You are the yellow sun,
you had yellow in you
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Let me tell you what it is,
We empty bottles with this energy for emptying our memories
With tragedies that haunt us even when we don't rarely have demons
But they hide to wait for us to **** up day and night like we don't have more
Things going on our lives to carry burdens like the Dickens in our churches where
The warlocks hide and wait for daily service , do you get it now?
Love and hate from critism is just jealousy like pull me under.
Love and hate from critism is just jealousy like pull me under.
Rushing noted writes to get out all the feelings working hard to make a living in a
Hateful town in a corrupted country and the city full of dummies thinking
What they have is in anyway remotely better for everyone else so they follow them,
I don't get it.
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Don't serve false prophets,
So get up off it,
You so have lost it,
You need to stop it.
Your heart is just as cold as space.
If you plan to die a million ways.
On the floor with my head to a grave.
If death is what I merely crave.
Don't pull me under,
I'm just a messenger,
Life's getting lesser,
Than people prefer,
From all the fakers,
The truth is deeper,
Don't be a sleeper,
To what lies under,
These days we suffer,
More than another,
Sisters and brothers,
Pray to the beyonder..
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
Sorrow of demise,
Happiness but pride,
Money and rights,
Racism and sexism,
Oppression through rage,
Conflicts over beliefs and critism,
Discrimination and ****** through words,
As we all know,
Actions speak louder than words,
I absolutely agree with this,
What is life without peace?
What is life without feeling others pain?
What is life in any form?
Life needs to be defined well,
Living your life to its best and not caring about the rest,
This is not life,
Helping the poor,
Wiping away tears of the pained,
Loving and consoling,
Putting an end to quarrels,
And easing people in trouble,
Not living life in superiority,
Not being atrocious to others,
This is all pointless,
One day we all leave,
Others who shall grieve will only grieve for a while,
Then they forget and move on with their lives,
We all have separate graves, separate deeds and separate accusations,
Only God will see and we shall not astray from his path.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC