"moer" poems - Hello Poetry

This is what I got. A title that really means more than all of these words. Writing a poem is like a breath of cliche. I have been working on moer than I can handle. It is causing me to misspell. Sure, I could sit down. write write write Why? None of these poems will ever change the world? Maybe, they will change one person's world. Maybe, they have changed my world. I am different. Before I had clockwork, now I have this. Is this a change? Is this a poem?

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Apr 16, 2013

Apr 16, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC

zak-krug

I wanted to write a poem today

This is what I got. A title that really means more than all of these words. Writing a poem is like a breath of cliche. I have been working on moer than I can handle. It is causing me to misspell. Sure, I could sit down. write write write Why? None of these poems will ever change the world? Maybe, they will change one person's world. Maybe, they have changed my world. I am different. Before I had clockwork, now I have this. Is this a change? Is this a poem?

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Teria sempre água para todos beber, Correria por paixão sem saber, Seria rio, amor de bem querer, Água cristalinas que todos podem ver. Patinhos sem pressa molham suas penas, Pedrinhas grandes e pequenas. Areias desfeitas amedrontadas, Queria ser rio de ninfas e fadas. Teria mais cores laranja e verniz matizado , Seria rio sem inferno, nem pecado. As águas seriam sempre serenas, E seus afluentes açucenas. Queria ser rio muito abrangente, Sem causar inundações de repente. Queria ser flor e também semente, Rio doce que ama sua gente. Queria ter moinhos para trigo moer, Rouxinóis ouvir ao amanhecer. Adormecer na noite suavemente, E acordar com sua corrente

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Aug 4, 2023

Aug 4, 2023 at 8:37 AM UTC

victor-marques

Queria ser como um rio

Teria sempre água para todos beber, Correria por paixão sem saber, Seria rio, amor de bem querer, Água cristalinas que todos podem ver. Patinhos sem pressa molham suas penas, Pedrinhas grandes e pequenas. Areias desfeitas amedrontadas, Queria ser rio de ninfas e fadas. Teria mais cores laranja e verniz matizado , Seria rio sem inferno, nem pecado. As águas seriam sempre serenas, E seus afluentes açucenas. Queria ser rio muito abrangente, Sem causar inundações de repente. Queria ser flor e também semente, Rio doce que ama sua gente. Queria ter moinhos para trigo moer, Rouxinóis ouvir ao amanhecer. Adormecer na noite suavemente, E acordar com sua corrente

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Jou koffie moer broer said the colloniser of Jan's brew

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Apr 6, 2023

Apr 6, 2023 at 3:39 PM UTC

DMC

Racist's review.

Jou koffie moer broer said the colloniser of Jan's brew

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Greetings old friend...my, my how long it's been since you last came tappin' upon my french doors that lay on me?...do you recall their happiness t'was shared between their gaze...do you recall the love t'was shared between their lips of never endin' grin...t'was once the girl in black's soul with her best friend's souls that danced above the night gloomy little world...but their souls never moer danced, thou could hear her cries as her past turned into lucid dreams that every blood drippin' wound she can feel...as the waterless world fills with water of sorrow as others drown in it...skin & bone...bone & skin she feels every dough that wonders in her cave with spikes she feels as if she as big as the world...but her friend you know what is become of her...she'll see you in the night sky...

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Jan 18, 2019

Jan 18, 2019 at 11:43 AM UTC

Girl_in_black531

Journal dark thoughts part 1

Greetings old friend...my, my how long it's been since you last came tappin' upon my french doors that lay on me?...do you recall their happiness t'was shared between their gaze...do you recall the love t'was shared between their lips of never endin' grin...t'was once the girl in black's soul with her best friend's souls that danced above the night gloomy little world...but their souls never moer danced, thou could hear her cries as her past turned into lucid dreams that every blood drippin' wound she can feel...as the waterless world fills with water of sorrow as others drown in it...skin & bone...bone & skin she feels every dough that wonders in her cave with spikes she feels as if she as big as the world...but her friend you know what is become of her...she'll see you in the night sky...

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