Least Read Miscellaneous Poems
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rainbow
can you see the rainbow
a rainbow so bright
bright blue the light of the sky
sky so pretty full of a bunch of shades
dark blue,to orange,to even yellow
so mean pretty things to see
from red birds to blue jays
blue jays to green grass
from green grass to pretty white clouds
for white clouds to dark green trees
green trees to pink flowers
pink flowers to white flowers
white flowers to red
red flowers to bright blue flower
there are so meany colors in the world to miss
a rainbow so bright
bright blue the light of the sky
sky so pretty full of a bunch of shades
dark blue,to orange,to even yellow
so mean pretty things to see
from red birds to blue jays
blue jays to green grass
from green grass to pretty white clouds
for white clouds to dark green trees
green trees to pink flowers
pink flowers to white flowers
white flowers to red
red flowers to bright blue flower
there are so meany colors in the world to miss
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The Falling Leaf
We all dissolve
It's basic science
While we evolve
None of us are compliant
We're hurling through
Without any consent
Our rape is true
No point in dissidents
We grow like the grass
From infertile grounds
We just want to save our ass
From unholy sounds
No matter of belief
They don't care that we don't
We're just the falling leaf
In search of lofty retreats
It's basic science
While we evolve
None of us are compliant
We're hurling through
Without any consent
Our rape is true
No point in dissidents
We grow like the grass
From infertile grounds
We just want to save our ass
From unholy sounds
No matter of belief
They don't care that we don't
We're just the falling leaf
In search of lofty retreats
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I will trade you a sack of dead kittens for your perl nice oyster
I rille want that oysters perl
I will trade you for a gaggle of gooses
Or a sack of dead kittens
Maybe a nice pair of puppy ear mittens
I know you hold that perl very dear
All of your fear started as a peace of sand
Now you have made it into something grand
Come on with me pretty little oyster
I know you have a thick shell
In a nut shell i dont give a thin shit thru a screen door
My fears could fit around a grain of sand
But i aint turning it into nothing grand
I am just going to wash my hands and watch it ...
I will trade you for a gaggle of gooses
Or a sack of dead kittens
Maybe a nice pair of puppy ear mittens
I know you hold that perl very dear
All of your fear started as a peace of sand
Now you have made it into something grand
Come on with me pretty little oyster
I know you have a thick shell
In a nut shell i dont give a thin shit thru a screen door
My fears could fit around a grain of sand
But i aint turning it into nothing grand
I am just going to wash my hands and watch it ...
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Seeking Peace
As your strong arms try to hold me
I glide in the black cold water
As you voice begs me to hold fast
I feel the depth longing for me
As your tears blend with the waves
I form a freezing smile
As your eyes ask so desperately why
I can only answer I have to
As your heart breaks
I fill my lungs with peace
As you let me go
I find it
As you walk away from shore
You find peace too
I glide in the black cold water
As you voice begs me to hold fast
I feel the depth longing for me
As your tears blend with the waves
I form a freezing smile
As your eyes ask so desperately why
I can only answer I have to
As your heart breaks
I fill my lungs with peace
As you let me go
I find it
As you walk away from shore
You find peace too
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comment on my stuff
Look I know im new here but a friend suggested this place for me to express myself
and I want comments and critism on my poetry
I want to feel accepted for once
and I want comments and critism on my poetry
I want to feel accepted for once
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kind in mind
Winds and waves,
droves of black roses bloom,
the rain and moon dance in the afternoon.
Can you feel the hills as they start to change,
there are gardens behind all your thrills,
where peace is the link you have to a new domain.
Hopes will always be clear,
in silent asylums,
where I reappear, in stride.
When im stuck in a daydream,
and im sailing the sky's,
my fualts dissappear, or hide,
and I never know why.
Im Calm in a nutshell,
and its so hard to be breached,
when the streams of my confidence,
live at their...
droves of black roses bloom,
the rain and moon dance in the afternoon.
Can you feel the hills as they start to change,
there are gardens behind all your thrills,
where peace is the link you have to a new domain.
Hopes will always be clear,
in silent asylums,
where I reappear, in stride.
When im stuck in a daydream,
and im sailing the sky's,
my fualts dissappear, or hide,
and I never know why.
Im Calm in a nutshell,
and its so hard to be breached,
when the streams of my confidence,
live at their...
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625
I love and hate this holiday.
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670
I thought it was you calling,
who new your voices sounded the same.
who new your voices sounded the same.
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Searching A New Groom For My Country
I sat in my room ,
was searching my country”s new groom ,
for her future”s fate ,
so that it wouldn’t be too late.
As She is raping continuously ,
by her neighboring country ,
from its arms and ammunition ,
As they both had a big gap of communication.
Many of Her ornaments plunder ,
by some bloody Hunter ,
As He is in a mood to show His power ,
so as to get the new heights of tower.
But my Bride also raised an...
was searching my country”s new groom ,
for her future”s fate ,
so that it wouldn’t be too late.
As She is raping continuously ,
by her neighboring country ,
from its arms and ammunition ,
As they both had a big gap of communication.
Many of Her ornaments plunder ,
by some bloody Hunter ,
As He is in a mood to show His power ,
so as to get the new heights of tower.
But my Bride also raised an...
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Tabloid Exclusives
A proverbial Zeus high
Upon his very own snowflaked Mount Olympus
Occasionally wiping at the frosted snot in his nose
Hurls such stinging javelins of lightning
In attempts to strike down those he deems
Lesser gods and greater mortals
Fearing they seek to dethrone his
Declaration of Greek Godly status
In the silence occurring between
Each of these egotistical thrusts
Penetrating the waxy buildup in his ears is
Laughter
Echoing through the valleys
From across the burning sun glazed seas
And cresting desert tides
...
Upon his very own snowflaked Mount Olympus
Occasionally wiping at the frosted snot in his nose
Hurls such stinging javelins of lightning
In attempts to strike down those he deems
Lesser gods and greater mortals
Fearing they seek to dethrone his
Declaration of Greek Godly status
In the silence occurring between
Each of these egotistical thrusts
Penetrating the waxy buildup in his ears is
Laughter
Echoing through the valleys
From across the burning sun glazed seas
And cresting desert tides
...
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Working In Darkness Profit Never Seen
Every day a mob is chosen
Different in apearance size.
Once pressing on has began
Each labourer toils for quality
Busy in his line of work.
Focusing on a single point.
Labour after labour
No sign of rest when the clock seems to stop ticking when you get tired of toil.
Wishing to see the sun rising early in a clear sky.
Sunrise to them is a sign of rest
Sign of
Reabsorption of life lost in gains of other fellers..
Only to receive and eat from the crums of a steak.
A fallen and loosened skin.
Deep sunken eyes,
Swollen protruding curvy...
Different in apearance size.
Once pressing on has began
Each labourer toils for quality
Busy in his line of work.
Focusing on a single point.
Labour after labour
No sign of rest when the clock seems to stop ticking when you get tired of toil.
Wishing to see the sun rising early in a clear sky.
Sunrise to them is a sign of rest
Sign of
Reabsorption of life lost in gains of other fellers..
Only to receive and eat from the crums of a steak.
A fallen and loosened skin.
Deep sunken eyes,
Swollen protruding curvy...
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Roam
In the dark and dusty attic
Her memories of him
Nothing less than sporadic
Strewn about in no particlar fashion
She tries them as if theatre costumes
Playing dressup like a little girl
In this least pleasant of backstage dressing rooms
Returning to a simpler day and age when
The men sailed overseas to combat
While the women yearned for them to return home
When the men fought the evils of the world
Wherever these may be at
And the women resisted tempations to stray
The urge to wander
Roam
Her memories of him
Nothing less than sporadic
Strewn about in no particlar fashion
She tries them as if theatre costumes
Playing dressup like a little girl
In this least pleasant of backstage dressing rooms
Returning to a simpler day and age when
The men sailed overseas to combat
While the women yearned for them to return home
When the men fought the evils of the world
Wherever these may be at
And the women resisted tempations to stray
The urge to wander
Roam
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