"degradable" poems - Hello Poetry

you're my oxygen I can't breathe without you you're my brain I won't function without you you're my blood my body can't circulate without you together we form a team: so memorable so inseparable so impeccable never degradable never unacceptable always unforgettable always immeasurable no one can ever calculate us even though some might crave us -o.h

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Jun 4, 2014

Jun 4, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC

itsbeenyears

Team pt. 2

you're my oxygen I can't breathe without you you're my brain I won't function without you you're my blood my body can't circulate without you together we form a team: so memorable so inseparable so impeccable never degradable never unacceptable always unforgettable always immeasurable no one can ever calculate us even though some might crave us -o.h

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This is a subcultural song Free energy efficient enthusiasts Replaced the iroquois punk style Alternatives, noisy hard core; ear Damaging drum bass boxes in da Clubs. Ravishing rave parties in Mini skirts, glam glossy brass on Ecstatic strobe-light synthesis - a Synthetic mainstream paradise Submerged to hypnotic sucklings On the colourful plastic pacifiers A gummy retreat before waterless Collaps. A dehidrated dream that Tried to shut the world off by the Tendrils of regression resemblance. Adult babies aboard going back to The false long forgotten innocence. There is no subculture in being above The depth. Superficiality seems a posh Pose and a good hiding reason for socially Awkward childish rebels without material Issues. The sore tissue of contemporary art Is people don't believe in subjective objective Selves anymore. What authorities put on the Shelves there - it has to be good-when on the Real deal discount. You think im not of such Kind. Sheepishly blindfolded herd lives some- where else. I pity them. Mock the socially meek, Unajust, fat, poor or a greek profile. It has to be A button hot child candy nose to **** her or to Call a beauty per se. Per american dream team. ***** are hot untill they have pneumatics, man Are man if they whirl the banknotes under bank Accounts. ******* act like man in disguise greedy For more. I inhabitated all this inherently ugly Preachy words instead of puking into a labdab Lavatory and cleanse myself from repulsively ****** cultural intermittent artifacts. And how Can i not subdue to its overwhelming pressure. I'm just an indigo child of flower children. Don't Throw me the bones fueled with the black golden Marrow. I'm a new alternative peasant, growing Carrots and celery at bio degradable villages. . . Its not a contra cultural venture if your socks Are made out of industrial cannabis, and yet There's no need to. Think. Love. Play music. Listen. Breathe. Live life as if yours favourite subcultural song is repetedly on...going along

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Feb 13, 2016

Feb 13, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC

ImpeccableSpacePoetess

This is a subcultural song

This is a subcultural song Free energy efficient enthusiasts Replaced the iroquois punk style Alternatives, noisy hard core; ear Damaging drum bass boxes in da Clubs. Ravishing rave parties in Mini skirts, glam glossy brass on Ecstatic strobe-light synthesis - a Synthetic mainstream paradise Submerged to hypnotic sucklings On the colourful plastic pacifiers A gummy retreat before waterless Collaps. A dehidrated dream that Tried to shut the world off by the Tendrils of regression resemblance. Adult babies aboard going back to The false long forgotten innocence. There is no subculture in being above The depth. Superficiality seems a posh Pose and a good hiding reason for socially Awkward childish rebels without material Issues. The sore tissue of contemporary art Is people don't believe in subjective objective Selves anymore. What authorities put on the Shelves there - it has to be good-when on the Real deal discount. You think im not of such Kind. Sheepishly blindfolded herd lives some- where else. I pity them. Mock the socially meek, Unajust, fat, poor or a greek profile. It has to be A button hot child candy nose to **** her or to Call a beauty per se. Per american dream team. ***** are hot untill they have pneumatics, man Are man if they whirl the banknotes under bank Accounts. ******* act like man in disguise greedy For more. I inhabitated all this inherently ugly Preachy words instead of puking into a labdab Lavatory and cleanse myself from repulsively ****** cultural intermittent artifacts. And how Can i not subdue to its overwhelming pressure. I'm just an indigo child of flower children. Don't Throw me the bones fueled with the black golden Marrow. I'm a new alternative peasant, growing Carrots and celery at bio degradable villages. . . Its not a contra cultural venture if your socks Are made out of industrial cannabis, and yet There's no need to. Think. Love. Play music. Listen. Breathe. Live life as if yours favourite subcultural song is repetedly on...going along

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If your poor like me, Your flesh is gonna be burned And added to the pollution problem, And our smoke will rise And be added with said skies, Should I romanticise Your body's burning a bit? OK: You shall join former skies Like a mist of your essense, Your embers will burn forever Until they fall back from the waves Of winds that have carried those before You, and those that have yet To join you. And if you have enough money Your get a proper burial And get seen by many people you Really weren't close to any more, Those who already became cadavers Long ago in your heart, They walk with other corpses That never penetrated your true self. And $5000 in a plot of dirt, Your picture on a slab of marble, A song sung awkward by some Niece or nephew, Tears for the day, And your body cannot rejoin the Earth because the coffin Isnt bio degradable. Its just your body, But the soul is finally free From the riff raff of the flesh.

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Apr 28, 2016

Apr 28, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC

dedpoet

Poem To Your Cadavers

If your poor like me, Your flesh is gonna be burned And added to the pollution problem, And our smoke will rise And be added with said skies, Should I romanticise Your body's burning a bit? OK: You shall join former skies Like a mist of your essense, Your embers will burn forever Until they fall back from the waves Of winds that have carried those before You, and those that have yet To join you. And if you have enough money Your get a proper burial And get seen by many people you Really weren't close to any more, Those who already became cadavers Long ago in your heart, They walk with other corpses That never penetrated your true self. And $5000 in a plot of dirt, Your picture on a slab of marble, A song sung awkward by some Niece or nephew, Tears for the day, And your body cannot rejoin the Earth because the coffin Isnt bio degradable. Its just your body, But the soul is finally free From the riff raff of the flesh.

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A suitcase was drinking cold drinks by using a bio degradable straw not taking times 200 years to compost. The human baby was actually drinking it inside a smart suitcase. That baby is gene edited baby who can drink cold drinks in one months also. That suitcase was following her mother by artificial intelligence and small camera. That mother was a half robot and half human being.

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Jan 10, 2019

Jan 10, 2019 at 10:44 AM UTC

inchol-poem

Cold drinks and One Month Baby

A suitcase was drinking cold drinks by using a bio degradable straw not taking times 200 years to compost. The human baby was actually drinking it inside a smart suitcase. That baby is gene edited baby who can drink cold drinks in one months also. That suitcase was following her mother by artificial intelligence and small camera. That mother was a half robot and half human being.

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If its meant to bug the bug must have died If its meant to torment the pain can't be found If its meant to taunt the imbeciles are not making sense If its meant to degrade the commodity reads 'non-degradable' If its meant to ridicule its become a case of 'from the ridiculous to the sublime' If its meant to destabilize the foundation is unshakable and holds firm If its meant to remind staged and artificial memories are null and void If its meant to sow doubts and uncertainties the seeds are edible parrot seeds and can't germinate If its meant to confuse and haze the teacher has a fool-proof dictionary If its meant to overload thoughts and mind kid's nursery rhymes are not meant for erudite considerations If its meant to depress and demoralize Actors know characterizations are discarded off-stage So what have we got Well, on the news today, it says more and more youths having mental health issues without adequate treatment facilities unfortunately the internet provides an outlet for dark expressions Ah so what we have are dark and damaged minds sad, frustrated, angry venting the tosh, codswallop, frenzied sick crazed deluded outpouring of the pathetic inadequate souls suffering....suffering desperately looking for relief, anything to make them feel just a bit better!

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Jul 18, 2019

Jul 18, 2019 at 7:34 AM UTC

yenson

No!..I'm on my computer...

If its meant to bug the bug must have died If its meant to torment the pain can't be found If its meant to taunt the imbeciles are not making sense If its meant to degrade the commodity reads 'non-degradable' If its meant to ridicule its become a case of 'from the ridiculous to the sublime' If its meant to destabilize the foundation is unshakable and holds firm If its meant to remind staged and artificial memories are null and void If its meant to sow doubts and uncertainties the seeds are edible parrot seeds and can't germinate If its meant to confuse and haze the teacher has a fool-proof dictionary If its meant to overload thoughts and mind kid's nursery rhymes are not meant for erudite considerations If its meant to depress and demoralize Actors know characterizations are discarded off-stage So what have we got Well, on the news today, it says more and more youths having mental health issues without adequate treatment facilities unfortunately the internet provides an outlet for dark expressions Ah so what we have are dark and damaged minds sad, frustrated, angry venting the tosh, codswallop, frenzied sick crazed deluded outpouring of the pathetic inadequate souls suffering....suffering desperately looking for relief, anything to make them feel just a bit better!

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you get kind of planted six feet downward in a degradable box

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC

nivek

explaining a funeral to a green minded child

you get kind of planted six feet downward in a degradable box

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