Poems about fair


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I know it's not fair

And I am sorry that you are taking us so seriously, and I am looking at you as a placeholder- a boy who wanted the empty space next to the burning doll that I am so badly that my charred fingers crumbled, and I let you stand by my side.


Author: Taylor
Date: 07/04/2020

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Life Isn't Fair(Then Why Should It Be)

This world is an involving door.
We live to breathe.
We live to learn.
And whatever comes to us?
We must must learn from.

Yes, life isn't fair.
Then why should it be?
Or we refuse to learn anything.

We would get comfortable.
Settling to not adjusting to life's mistakes.

Death will eventually happen.
And like a few, we will blame the lord.
And he will understand.

Birth will always comes to someone.
Be it a person or one of his precious animal.

Yes, life isn't fair.
But why should it be?

We heard the poorer gets poorer.
And the rich gets richer.
But for the life they live, you realize why?

For every dollar spent.
You must make it back.
Many poorer folks knows this effect.

Court isn't fair.
When pigmentation gets you more time.
Then the ones truly committing the crimes.

Life is about growth.
And that's what the lord God wants the most.

fair,  life,  t.

Author: jeffrey conyers
Date: 03/04/2020

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Fair Of Life

Come, one and all.
The fair of life has begun

Come take a chance.
Make a choice
Win a prize.
But do it right
For if you fail
You lose

Jump on the Merry Go Round
That is right folks
Happiness that goes around
For everyone to enjoy

Stop by the ferris wheel
Start your new life at the bottom
Try to rise to the sky
The highest of your peak

Never forget your youth
Grab some cotton candy
A soft tingle
Of your inner child

What ever you do
Be careful of the roller coaster
For it will throw you in all directions
Some that will make you cheer with glee
Others that may make you scream in fright

Enjoy this fair of life
Make your choice wisely
Which ride you want to go on first
What way you want to shape
Your fair of life

fair,  life.

Author: Paul Celano
Date: 03/04/2020

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Sonnet 42 - вАШMy Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past'


¬АШMy future will not copy fair my past'вАФ
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried
By natural ills, received the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
I seek no copy now of life's first half:
Leave here the pages with long musing curled,
And write me new my future's epigraph,
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

copy,  fair,  future,  sonnet.

Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Date: 02/04/2020

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Fair point

An old woman once said to me, fear not for you are just a ghost, driving your body. Your body is just a skeleton wrapped in flesh and nerves. And though you may feel alone, we are all made of stardust old as the universe itself, connected by our timelessness. And if you ever feel out of control, just remember, we are all hurling on a rock, rounding a molten sphere at a 1, 000 miles per hour always staying perfectly in sync.

fair,  point.

Author: Whyleigh evermore
Date: 28/03/2020

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Life isn't fair

Bitterness hugs my heart,
Jealousy tugs at me,
Constantly working hard but no big breaks for me.
Giving it my all to no avail, how come?
How do bad girls with good hair surpass me when all I'm doing is what's right?
I'm trying so hard to break free but despair keeps welling up inside me, giving up would be so easy but even that is not an option for me.
Why do others get dealt the winning hand from birth?
Is struggle suppose to be synonymous to me?
Hard work is not all its cracked out to be,
Unfortunately that's my reality.

fair,  life,  t.

Author: Bongiwe
Date: 25/03/2020

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I see Fay's old man
Arguing with the baker
In the Square

The baker's horse
Eats from a nose bag
About the raised voices

What's up
With your old man?
I ask her

She stands next to me
On the balcony
Looking down

He thinks
The baker's a Jew
And says she doesn't
Want no Jesus killer
Handling his bread

But it's the same baker
We've always had

I know but you know
My dad once he gets
An idea he follows it
Through to the end

I watch
As the two men argue

The horse eats away
A crowd gathers

Why take it out
On the baker
He didn't even
Know Jesus?
I say

Fay looks embarrassed
And bites
Her finger nails

He's like that
If he thinks anyone
Had anything to do
With the Crucifixion
He's on their case

We watch
As the baker
Shrugs his shoulders
And strokes
His horse's neck

Fay's old man
Walks away
Pointing his finger

Best hide
She says
If he sees me
Talking to you
And thinks I've
Been watching him
He'll have ago
At me and you

So we move along
The balcony
And crouch low
Down by the wall

We hear her old man
Coming up
The concrete stairs
Moaning still
His voice echoing
Along the balcony

But Jesus was a Jew
I whisper
And so was his mother

She puts a finger
To my lips
And says

I know
(in a low whisper)
But Dad doesn't think
That way

I look at her
Crouching there
Her blue eyes
And lovely fair hair.

fair,  hair,  lovely.

Author: Terry Collett
Date: 24/03/2020

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Such Fair Shades

The lighted words of prose
Such fair shades, we exclaim
Like prayers and soft songs
Creeping in veins of thought
The blood of brave naivety

The dew which feeds, on flight
With lofty wing, then out of sight
We ought not but touch with joy
The silver tongue of mercury sent
Escape, the clinging grasp of heaven

Into the bowels wept, melancholy
The distant airs of sweet digest
To spill the ink, of bloodless cries
On the regress of time, as it flies
Lit upon the murky waters ebb

Caught without surrendered fear
Within the clumped throat of poetry
Unearthed, we pray, forgiveness
Love unchained and drunk in wine
We wrangle and write, so blissfully


fair,  shades.

Author: bobby bielik
Date: 23/03/2020