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There are worlds within worlds
Upon this planet we call earth
The poor and the wealthy
The strong .weak. sick.and healthy.

Forget the moon Sun and stars
And all those mystarys afar
It's all down here look and search
Open your eyes and see its worth.

What we need is a meeting of minds
It is a must with these changing times
Throw away those critical views
There's so much to gain nothing to lose.

So now it's time to make a stand
Let's hope one day you'll  understand
Open your eyes and you will see
This strange old world called reality.

Did you know we are not all the same
No need to bend one's head in shame
Some come first others come last
But there's no such word as second class.
The world is changing and class destintion is being challanged.
People today are standing up and being counted.
Goodbye old attitudes hello new values.
Rhiannon Mar 2018
A poem can only tell so much
                 so the amount of words aren't enough
             What kind of poems do people like I wander
           Is there any reason one is better than the other?

                     Poems are diffarent and so are we.  
                Some write more and some more detailed
                well, quality over countaty you say?                            
                      Then I tell you, why not both?

                     When I was young I wrote a poem
                   It was to the person I could never have
             The poem was not good as you may suspect
                But I never regreted writing to this person
                                                          ­                                
                       My love is endless but not selfless                           
                     yet it is still a love forever one sided
              such careless words should never be spoken  
                        but sometimes I feel so broken
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                                       
             Remember the daises we picked in that field                      
                           oh how unstoppable we both felt                    
                           My feelings may never reach you
                  but I will keep chasing and I'll keep falling
                                                         ­                                                                 ­                              
                                un­till the day you feel it too      
                                untill you decide it's right  
                                             it is what it is,
                                                   a poem.

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