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Filomena Mar 2021
When on a modern battlefield,
You shouldn't wield a wooden shield.
Sometimes I find that less is more, when I try to write a metaphor.
(Same idea as last poem but less elaborate.)
(Subtitle: Spoonerism 1)
Grey Feb 2021
The world rains down on this lonesome desert plane
and we watch and wait and go insane.
12/7/2020
Wanted to continue this into a longer poem but I'm not sure where to take it.
BrookandherBook Jan 2021
The sun begins to dip below the skyline
Orange starts to tint the sunshine
Shadows stretch in shades of black
And the air cools as we ride back
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Dylan Jan 2021
Would a common canine not bore,
following our steps without explore.

How are humans holier than thou,
when free fields are left without plough.

History could be to blame,
likening me to men and women of fame.

For dogs aren’t seen as a whole,
a dog is a dog, no other pays its toll.

Humans go through life with persistence,
searching for excuses to existence.

But few will ever realize,
what a waste it is to immortalize.

Forget likens to men and women of fame,
that only keeps one within the frame.

Go live life as if in the wild,
nothing more is farther from mild.

Be as a horse, a dog, a mare,
all other creatures can compare.

As long as you don’t just follow me,
after it turns out my dreams were meant to be.

Be as a lion, a dog, a hair,
all other creatures can compare.

Just don’t look back into history,
expecting to find the lock that fits your key.
Grey Jan 2021
If my teardrops were wishes
life would be filled with the sweetest of kisses.
1/7/2021
Ceyhun Mahi Sep 2020
زلف سیاه زنجیر جنون شد
دل حیرت زده من مجنون شد
"(her) dark lock of hair has become a chain of insanity, my amazed heart has become a madman"
Charlie Rose Sep 2020
Eternity of moments and infinity in seconds
Reality of scale with unearthly dimensions beckons
Millisecond memories last for time immemorial
Each minute an eternity and existing not at all
My wild floating neurons leap through the playground of space-time
A nodal universe I swim through with a reasonless rhyme
Depression+anxiety+6 months of quarantine without work or school+significant inebriation=a very interesting perception of time
Is Social Media, a bermuda triangle,
Hauling ourselves into the deep entangle.

That, unfortunately for a couple of likes from strangers, 
We overlook the likes of our own folks. 

The anxiety turns to frustration,
As it embraces anger in gestation.

The phase you reveal as a vent out,
Gradually stumbles the bond throughout.

The more you love the unknown appreciation,
The more you miss the love of real conversation.

Open up your hearts for the pire souls,
Who yearn to lean on you, so close.

Life with it's twists and turns,
Perpetually fixes the discerns.

Look around at the authenticity,
And leave behind the complexity.

For, you the epitome of tomorrow's inspiration,
Fly on, with adept determination.
A couplet is a pair of successive lines of metre in poetry. A couplet usually consists of two successive lines that rhyme and have the same metre.
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