Page 168 of a book, line seven, How to show a man true heaven, The girl embraces with a gesture, An indication of warm conjecture, A loving welcome awaits him, Yes, indeed, he's "in like Flynn! "
When the movies close, Facebook crashes, Traffic lights stay red,
When all the stores Are out of clothes
When fathers fertilize the Wasteland and Mothers resort to eating
Their children for a few More hours of life,
When it's all fucked Beyond repair
And nothing is left
poetry.
Author: Grizzo
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Date: 07/04/2020
№ 1209791
Poetry
Battered, bruised but not bent My pens crushed, but not broken Inks meek but hasn't lost its colour Tears fall, sorrow seeps into my paper Fingers don't dare to write But words are my brains nerves And in my blood run letters You can hold storms But can't incarcerate my lines Don't lose hope... poetry is life
poetry.
Author: Nandini
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Date: 06/04/2020
№ 1209432
I Hate Poetry
I hate poetry. I think it's a waste of time. Trying to think of ways to say things. And then to make them rhyme! Some poems are dark and artsy. Some poems make you laugh. Some poems make you think or cry. And some poems are plain ol' crap. Some poets wear thin mustaches. Some poets wear fancy hats. Some poets make up their own words. Some gilberty hilberty crat. But I'll tell you this my friend. That there's nothing in the world more truer. I'd rather pick up a pen and write. Than pick up a shovel and move manure.
Switch on words, The synchronous vibrations reverberate, And delight-filled notes play Or gaze at the landscape of verses Eyes freeze the sceney, Splendid and sublime. Enter the poem for pious recitation And sermons fall into ears, Open the pages, The moon is full and blossoms smile.
I'm a bit... overwhelmed And I had no way of knowing I put my nickel down And the PEERS started flowing
Suddenly It seemed to me... that I had Hit the motherlode
Every heart sent and every poem read Is worth more than gold to me As the honesty sparkles like diamonds With every word you've said
So if you would indulge me -my ramblings While I WANT to stay awake this night To answer all Alas I've hit the wall
My brain and my eyelids are having One heck of a fight
One thing I WILL not do For love, money or fame Is rush through the precious words That you've given life to Your babies
So in closing --my eyes closing-- Becoming one with the night I want to say... that I have been welcomed As a new kid(old man) Onto this site(i love it here) onto your block
Much like when I was a youngster And the cool looking dude said "Hey kid You wanna play? "
"ME? SURE! THANKS. ) And so I... put my nickel down. HELLO. THANK YOU ELIOT YORK.
