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This life I live is pointless, like the circus it’s a joke
I’ve just been made redundant so not long until I’m broke
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Men work out of history.
Begats begin and curls of wood
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Educated boy because he knew innocence and grew up wholesome
Star-eyed, unstarved heart, completely untouched by toxic noise
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Oh Red Dragon, burn our blood fearless as wild fire.
And come conquer with us through these silent fields of yellow,
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Before opening eyes
to divides, limits,
by ashjoe76
19 lines, 5 comments,
on Sep 21 7:59 PM. In ngst, Contest, Innocence, Philosophy, Spiritual, Society, Culture, Life, Love
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They make her sad, a little sick,
but happy that God's not what they are.
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Long ago, when I was a kid
When I was truly accepted
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A culture is a tattoo. A tattoo ingrained into our skin at youth.
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This poem takls about how kids are feeling so depressed and feeling alone that they dont have anybody that would listen to them and they ar
by Ammal
20 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 3 5:23 AM. In Abuse, Pin, damaged heart, fear, culture, hope in god, kids, children, suffering
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Native American, stands proud and strong legacy of bravery
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Surely, you cannot waste
When so much can be done
by Beverlynohime
22 lines, 1 comment,
on May 29 2:49 PM. In Paper, Inspiration, Life, Children, Family, Message, Imagination, Happiness, Culture, Origami
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The country
wealthy
with poverty
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A hhyme with a moral and plenty of metaphor.
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History is woven into my very skin,
and I count the stitches
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I know it may seem like a long one but if you're a deep thinker, I assure you that this won't disappoint
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This is for the individual who stands up for what they believe, while wishing that others could step out of their prison to observe somethi
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As a Little kid, I was an adventurous thing.
I always had the impulse to climb the trunks of old gumtrees.
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Only the piano understands
my soft little hands
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we are swallowed by
tall buildings
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Our hairstyles are not the same; we’re of different races, We talk in different languages, we live in different places.
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A gift no other species has a gift that's found in humankind.
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Caught between the memoories
of who I used to be.
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I have no place to call me home but I do not complain.
by The Rainbows Mind
61 lines, 6 comments,
on Nov 9 11:40 AM 2008. In poor, nomad, news, politics, religion, war, emo, cult, culture
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Point the barrel at my head pull the trigger end "my" life.
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Our society is booming.
Our structures will someday
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what will become of all that is
written and never read
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ebony well pinned flowing robes encompass all
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our warriors
die in vain without glory
by poetrandy
2 lines, 3 comments,
on Aug 13 11:54 PM 2008. In Contest, Kuhai, Dark, Life, Pain, Sad, Spiritual, Thoughts, culture, form
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I feel warmth, fullness
summer's here, then so am I
by poetrandy
2 lines, 2 comments,
on Aug 13 8:30 PM 2008. In Contest, Life, Nature, Spiritual, Thoughts, fun, Haiku, culture, form
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an owl on a silent flight,
night becomes a hunt,
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created equal in one world
living in our own dimensions
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Vova and Mishka come to the house early and say,
“Kristina, we go to mineral bath for fun. You come?”
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Living life asleep
Where they can walk and talk
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I would've never guessed
I would've never knew
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Market walls fence in the sky/Spilling light and life into breathing lung
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Embracing nature,
bringing unto thy self
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th' edges iz easiest to find
easies' ta fit inta place
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By the condition of humanity
There is a duty of everyone
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And so, forward,
called by the war-drums of our hearts,
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Beautiful Mother,
So many who don’t realize your worth…
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Brought forth life in County Durham
And lost it down the pit
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"Boy, you be good now," my momma warned,
"and put on your check shirt,
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Youth certainly is wasted on the young
Pert breasts squeezed higher than painted smiles
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I took him back home, to the Old Queen Vic,
Where once the boards had creaked beneath his feet
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A pop. A flash. The noise swims back; words clash.
Thick scents of men, and sweat, hang heavily.
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