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Zak Krug Apr 2013
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?
Victor Marques Aug 2023
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
Rio,agua,vida
Khoisan Apr 2023
Jou koffie moer broer
said the colloniser of Jan's brew
coffee as in slaves.
Mary Rios Jan 2019
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...
My poem of depression after a break up that was recent...& what my heart & mind was goin' through after losin' my best friend
Daan Sep 2021
Ik kan bevestiging geven
dat jij het hebt verneukt,
alles opgefuckt in 't leven
en overal in gebeukt.

Spiegels breken, castrolletjes
met tomatensoep
vallen op de houten vloer.
Je gooide al je vieze doekjes
naast de vuilbak en nu geeft niemand nog een moer.

Ik heb nooit in jou geloofd.
Je hebt geen bevestiging nodig
maar een tik tegen je hoofd.
Wat een opluchting.

Relax man, neem een biertje

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