"posi" poems - Hello Poetry

everything's gone to hell but i'm still clinging on to the hope that i will wake up one morning, finally feeling at peace, and turn everything around. but, until then, i'm muddling through the storms and crawling through the barbed wires and that's okay with me because i know this, like everything else, will pass. in time.

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Apr 5, 2015

Apr 5, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC

undeceased

[posi]

everything's gone to hell but i'm still clinging on to the hope that i will wake up one morning, finally feeling at peace, and turn everything around. but, until then, i'm muddling through the storms and crawling through the barbed wires and that's okay with me because i know this, like everything else, will pass. in time.

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Well hey babe, don't you look cool You've got your spiffy clothes, Your e-cigar, and you're good to go Hey babe, you look so great You've got on those ridiculous mom jeans, And you're running on fumes Hey babe, looking reeeeaaaal good, Your hybrid can't go up hills but, "Hey, I'm saving the earth!" You can't keep up with these Hipster habits Tricks are meant for kids you, Silly rabbit You can't save the world, You're just a silly girl, Your life is not a trend. Your cat pics are going viral You've built a record player, And you've turned tumblr into a bible There are these clear men-wear inspired oxfords that you've "Gotta have!" Shopping at goodwill can only get you so far, Especially when you filled yourself with angst that's outdated. It's not even like you're brooding in a bar You can't keep up with these Hipster habits Tricks are meant for kids you, Silly rabbit You can't save the world, You're just a silly girl, Your life is not a trend. And you could write me a strongly worded letter, but don't make any mistakes dear, because your typewriter's not that clever. I'm reading articles about appropriation, And learning how to join the "body posi nation" I dyed my hair white And my paelo weight watchers points are out of sight! Your Essie polish doesn't match your insta feed, Oh look you've made a hipster out of me. We can't keep up with these Hipster habits Tricks are meant for kids you, Silly rabbit We can't save the world, We're just a silly girls, Our lives are not a trend.

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Mar 20, 2016

Mar 20, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC

hannah-leaker

hipster habits

Well hey babe, don't you look cool You've got your spiffy clothes, Your e-cigar, and you're good to go Hey babe, you look so great You've got on those ridiculous mom jeans, And you're running on fumes Hey babe, looking reeeeaaaal good, Your hybrid can't go up hills but, "Hey, I'm saving the earth!" You can't keep up with these Hipster habits Tricks are meant for kids you, Silly rabbit You can't save the world, You're just a silly girl, Your life is not a trend. Your cat pics are going viral You've built a record player, And you've turned tumblr into a bible There are these clear men-wear inspired oxfords that you've "Gotta have!" Shopping at goodwill can only get you so far, Especially when you filled yourself with angst that's outdated. It's not even like you're brooding in a bar You can't keep up with these Hipster habits Tricks are meant for kids you, Silly rabbit You can't save the world, You're just a silly girl, Your life is not a trend. And you could write me a strongly worded letter, but don't make any mistakes dear, because your typewriter's not that clever. I'm reading articles about appropriation, And learning how to join the "body posi nation" I dyed my hair white And my paelo weight watchers points are out of sight! Your Essie polish doesn't match your insta feed, Oh look you've made a hipster out of me. We can't keep up with these Hipster habits Tricks are meant for kids you, Silly rabbit We can't save the world, We're just a silly girls, Our lives are not a trend.

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The domino effect of positive energy sources from your smile like a flowing river in spring Tilting your head slightly to the side and letting yur spaghetti hair cascade to your shoulders Soft eyes the color of clouds blanketing the skies of Great Britain filled with empathy and tranquility A voice dripping with a Brighton accent Smooth and sweet like pure maple syrup drizzling off a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes Your laughter powerful enough to supply a whole city with energy My little Goldielocks, Growing up before our eyes You were just a shy little fanboy praying to posters on walls Mayday Parade, Sum 41, and My Chemical Romance creating the Holy Trinity of Punk that you adored so much Who knew you would be touring cross the world with your little pop punk band, Opening for your heroes. Your guitar sheds tales of sleepless nights due to long hours of practice Tales of channeling blood, sweat and tears to create powerful lyrics Tales of performances and tou pranks pulled with your four best mates An anthology of memories that endlessly grows as As It Is explores new worlds But don't worry We will always love our kangaro racist ostrich Oh Benji boy, A new chapter is being typed up in your autobiography: The chronicles of Benjamin Biss You have gained a siamese twin to look after and care for The pic to your guitar that you carry with you all the time A shadow to follow and stand with you The energy card to your Charizard A wonderful wife to enjoy life with Bissington, With love I say this to you Change that Never Happy, Ever After to a Happily Ever After and remember Stay posi bro

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 7:27 PM UTC

ZebraFighter

Ode to Bissington

The domino effect of positive energy sources from your smile like a flowing river in spring Tilting your head slightly to the side and letting yur spaghetti hair cascade to your shoulders Soft eyes the color of clouds blanketing the skies of Great Britain filled with empathy and tranquility A voice dripping with a Brighton accent Smooth and sweet like pure maple syrup drizzling off a stack of fluffy buttermilk pancakes Your laughter powerful enough to supply a whole city with energy My little Goldielocks, Growing up before our eyes You were just a shy little fanboy praying to posters on walls Mayday Parade, Sum 41, and My Chemical Romance creating the Holy Trinity of Punk that you adored so much Who knew you would be touring cross the world with your little pop punk band, Opening for your heroes. Your guitar sheds tales of sleepless nights due to long hours of practice Tales of channeling blood, sweat and tears to create powerful lyrics Tales of performances and tou pranks pulled with your four best mates An anthology of memories that endlessly grows as As It Is explores new worlds But don't worry We will always love our kangaro racist ostrich Oh Benji boy, A new chapter is being typed up in your autobiography: The chronicles of Benjamin Biss You have gained a siamese twin to look after and care for The pic to your guitar that you carry with you all the time A shadow to follow and stand with you The energy card to your Charizard A wonderful wife to enjoy life with Bissington, With love I say this to you Change that Never Happy, Ever After to a Happily Ever After and remember Stay posi bro

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foreign ideas **** my dreams more influenced than before it seems im just a man with no remorse im just a man running my course whats yours is mine whats mine is mine any other attempt will turn you blind taken back my thoughts are worn made my escape placenta is torn

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Dec 19, 2013

Dec 19, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC

christopher-victor-coia

fetal posi

foreign ideas **** my dreams more influenced than before it seems im just a man with no remorse im just a man running my course whats yours is mine whats mine is mine any other attempt will turn you blind taken back my thoughts are worn made my escape placenta is torn

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Ribaciami amore è solo ieri che mi hai sfiorato la lingua con il verbo del tuo violino, acino d'uva il tuo fallo che posi sul granbo migliore. Rimani e ascolta l'ultimo respiro di vita che si libera dai miei capelli.

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Alda Merini

I due amanti

Ribaciami amore è solo ieri che mi hai sfiorato la lingua con il verbo del tuo violino, acino d'uva il tuo fallo che posi sul granbo migliore. Rimani e ascolta l'ultimo respiro di vita che si libera dai miei capelli.

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They're ******** the lid down on the old town and I'm feeling the pinch. It's a cinch that I'll go too, who else but me would they want to ***** But they're barking up the wrong tree. I am the procession of Saints passing by the sinners that make the Angels sigh the low and the high and why would they want to ***** me down too? You have seen it on the scoreboard Demon-one Lord-nil you've had your fill of being used and accused it's time for the night to be fused with the day, for the Angels to step up to the mark and say, 'fuck this for a lark, ain't nobody turning my town into a carpark' Put your Posi drives down or go and unscrew some other old town time for the pigeons to come home and roost.

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Jun 16, 2016

Jun 16, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Another yellow taxi

They're ******** the lid down on the old town and I'm feeling the pinch. It's a cinch that I'll go too, who else but me would they want to ***** But they're barking up the wrong tree. I am the procession of Saints passing by the sinners that make the Angels sigh the low and the high and why would they want to ***** me down too? You have seen it on the scoreboard Demon-one Lord-nil you've had your fill of being used and accused it's time for the night to be fused with the day, for the Angels to step up to the mark and say, 'fuck this for a lark, ain't nobody turning my town into a carpark' Put your Posi drives down or go and unscrew some other old town time for the pigeons to come home and roost.

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Ik geloof dat gaandeweg de wereld kan gered, woorden zonder zingen, los van lopen, min de moorden die men eerder heeft erkend als toen en dan het enige dat oplosbaar kan. Er is niet niets, er is wel wij, Eris zoveel van ons. raad maar zottie, 't is ons lottie om te kletsen op zondagnamiddag met een koffie en een koek, tis in eenvoud dat het hoort behalve als wat anders jou bekoort. Kies maar denk ook aan de anderen. Of *** je alles in een posi+ieve zin kan veranderen.

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Jul 25, 2019

Jul 25, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC

Daan

Geloof

Ik geloof dat gaandeweg de wereld kan gered, woorden zonder zingen, los van lopen, min de moorden die men eerder heeft erkend als toen en dan het enige dat oplosbaar kan. Er is niet niets, er is wel wij, Eris zoveel van ons. raad maar zottie, 't is ons lottie om te kletsen op zondagnamiddag met een koffie en een koek, tis in eenvoud dat het hoort behalve als wat anders jou bekoort. Kies maar denk ook aan de anderen. Of *** je alles in een posi+ieve zin kan veranderen.

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