"exaggerator" poems - Hello Poetry

Here’s the bouquet you say you deserve After all that you’ve been through Here are some flowers Symbolic of whatever I couldn’t care less It’s on the table next to the dinner that you said I never cook Off center is a hallmark card about how I don’t love you enough But should We are stagnant like holy water Which is stage three in the second half of a relationship according to Knapp’s Model I did the math and researched the reasons why we don’t work anymore Here is the math Sometimes I is less than or equal to U Not that I could or ever should be greater than U |But I want our equality to not be a battle to maintain| We don’t need each other anymore I don’t need you like I don’t need teeth in my ******* And you don’t need me Like an extra head on your shoulder hanging so heavy So here are your flowers Here is your dinner Here is you apology letter to the both of us For how long it took for me To tell you to go It’s simple math It’s 20 minutes over dinner in silence +3 bags I’ve packed for you +1 20 minute drive to your friend’s house It’s the remainder of me When the fractions don’t fit And I want to be whole This is me becoming whole The square root of dying to an over-exaggerator Maybe you deserve flowers I deserve to deal with life in whole numbers I’ve fallen from your fractions Been rounding out my edges And I’m almost done Now go And leave me to the simple math of being alone

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Apr 30, 2012

Apr 30, 2012 at 4:16 PM UTC

jon-tobias

The Simple Math of Me Telling you to Go (FLP)

Here’s the bouquet you say you deserve After all that you’ve been through Here are some flowers Symbolic of whatever I couldn’t care less It’s on the table next to the dinner that you said I never cook Off center is a hallmark card about how I don’t love you enough But should We are stagnant like holy water Which is stage three in the second half of a relationship according to Knapp’s Model I did the math and researched the reasons why we don’t work anymore Here is the math Sometimes I is less than or equal to U Not that I could or ever should be greater than U |But I want our equality to not be a battle to maintain| We don’t need each other anymore I don’t need you like I don’t need teeth in my ******* And you don’t need me Like an extra head on your shoulder hanging so heavy So here are your flowers Here is your dinner Here is you apology letter to the both of us For how long it took for me To tell you to go It’s simple math It’s 20 minutes over dinner in silence +3 bags I’ve packed for you +1 20 minute drive to your friend’s house It’s the remainder of me When the fractions don’t fit And I want to be whole This is me becoming whole The square root of dying to an over-exaggerator Maybe you deserve flowers I deserve to deal with life in whole numbers I’ve fallen from your fractions Been rounding out my edges And I’m almost done Now go And leave me to the simple math of being alone

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Believe me when I say I am an above average equivocator; A hyperbolic exaggerator; But I love to listen to the experts, Their promises of love, wealth, justice. Now, I'm also a reflective skeptic, Remembering in tranquility and such. And the wellies fit well.

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC

francie-lynch

Wear the Wellies

Believe me when I say I am an above average equivocator; A hyperbolic exaggerator; But I love to listen to the experts, Their promises of love, wealth, justice. Now, I'm also a reflective skeptic, Remembering in tranquility and such. And the wellies fit well.

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Her mind is as loud as a whistle blow I can see it in her smirk As we talk over dinner I hear her silent sarcasm I’m not psychic But her wheels turn quickly enough That I know to be ready to dive into the dirt And out of her path I hear her train comin’ See the coals burn in her eyes The way her eyelashes flicker flakes of cinder away I feel one fall on my arm It singes my arm hair It smells like the square-root of burning bodies to an over exaggerator This feels like People who have prayed in silence And caught fire Because they were begging for the answers Before the bomb went off They are souls who have been told Praying is a waste of time Wondering is a waste of time You don’t always get answers when you ask for them You don’t always get answers when you ask for them Sometimes you’re lied to Souls who have to learn to accept The helpless agenda of living Whatever happens was supposed to happen If it wasn’t We wouldn’t be here Ready for the fire Ready for the whistle blow Ready for the hog-tie train track love she has to offer I ask Do you still love me? She picks up her glass of wine Sips it Leaves a stain of lipstick on the rim She says I do She says I do

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Apr 17, 2012

Apr 17, 2012 at 1:11 PM UTC

jon-tobias

I Wanted Answers (FLP)

Her mind is as loud as a whistle blow I can see it in her smirk As we talk over dinner I hear her silent sarcasm I’m not psychic But her wheels turn quickly enough That I know to be ready to dive into the dirt And out of her path I hear her train comin’ See the coals burn in her eyes The way her eyelashes flicker flakes of cinder away I feel one fall on my arm It singes my arm hair It smells like the square-root of burning bodies to an over exaggerator This feels like People who have prayed in silence And caught fire Because they were begging for the answers Before the bomb went off They are souls who have been told Praying is a waste of time Wondering is a waste of time You don’t always get answers when you ask for them You don’t always get answers when you ask for them Sometimes you’re lied to Souls who have to learn to accept The helpless agenda of living Whatever happens was supposed to happen If it wasn’t We wouldn’t be here Ready for the fire Ready for the whistle blow Ready for the hog-tie train track love she has to offer I ask Do you still love me? She picks up her glass of wine Sips it Leaves a stain of lipstick on the rim She says I do She says I do

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By: Cedric McClester Call me a hater But Trump is a traitor Who’d like to be a dictator Or a George Washington Our nation’s pater Though we should call him A thin ice skater, or better yet A democracy deflator Call me a hater Or an avid debater But Trump is an alienator Who right from the start Wanted to keep us apart And he seems to have succeeded He’s what his base needed I have conceded Call me a hater More or less, an instigator Or something much greater One who tells the truth Because he has the proof And without a doubt Plainly lays it out In a whisper or shout Call me a hater Not a fabricator Or an exaggerator Unlike a hell-bent Kind of President Who betray his oath And shows no growth As a product of both Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved.

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Apr 24, 2019

Apr 24, 2019 at 2:29 AM UTC

cedric-mcclester

CALL ME A HATER

By: Cedric McClester Call me a hater But Trump is a traitor Who’d like to be a dictator Or a George Washington Our nation’s pater Though we should call him A thin ice skater, or better yet A democracy deflator Call me a hater Or an avid debater But Trump is an alienator Who right from the start Wanted to keep us apart And he seems to have succeeded He’s what his base needed I have conceded Call me a hater More or less, an instigator Or something much greater One who tells the truth Because he has the proof And without a doubt Plainly lays it out In a whisper or shout Call me a hater Not a fabricator Or an exaggerator Unlike a hell-bent Kind of President Who betray his oath And shows no growth As a product of both Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019 All rights reserved.

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Neither a feminist nor an exaggerator, Just in search, where was the flaw made by the creator? Heard of talks on equality!.....Hey!Now listen! See real and remain anchored to the reality. So now let's assume it's her fault, I'm not saying she can't commit one! I'm not saying she's always the victim! But once she was shocked to hear, "It's your smile or better call it the other way... It is when you laugh among people, Which creates the whole issue, And this is why "people" stalk you." How hilarious is that , now she cannot even guide her own smiles. It's fine, it happens once in a lifetime, And they won't see the same old girl next time. Clearly, because the solutions offered were as follows..... 1- avoid ......No?...Well you have another one 2-ignore........Pretty yea??....No? Go for the next then! 3-neglect...... And the last which is in trend these days.. 4-block!!!!!!

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May 6, 2018

May 6, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC

mansi-tyagi

Just another girl!

Neither a feminist nor an exaggerator, Just in search, where was the flaw made by the creator? Heard of talks on equality!.....Hey!Now listen! See real and remain anchored to the reality. So now let's assume it's her fault, I'm not saying she can't commit one! I'm not saying she's always the victim! But once she was shocked to hear, "It's your smile or better call it the other way... It is when you laugh among people, Which creates the whole issue, And this is why "people" stalk you." How hilarious is that , now she cannot even guide her own smiles. It's fine, it happens once in a lifetime, And they won't see the same old girl next time. Clearly, because the solutions offered were as follows..... 1- avoid ......No?...Well you have another one 2-ignore........Pretty yea??....No? Go for the next then! 3-neglect...... And the last which is in trend these days.. 4-block!!!!!!

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