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Sun will rise in the east
There is noise in the crowd Because someone has shot someone down There is insecurity in the cloud Because someone has burnt someone’s house There is no love there is no peace But I know sun will rise in...
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Do you hear me?
I wrote this while dealing with a break up and having to be near my ex in class as well as a team that we were on together. It was a way for me...Do you still hear me in class? Hear me when I laugh Hear me when I talk Or when I walk? Do you even still recognise me?
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Hic Cups
essentially. an inexplicbl onset of the hiccups frequently lasts for quite some moderate length of time.
as my mind in a heightened state of literary permicuosnss, the whim arose to craft a poetic epistle...
I write much hic cup ado About nothing, which involuntary explosive release comes clear out of the hic cup blue nary a sponge bob square pants handy dandy bellows clue where...
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Ronald Rump
my fingers aimlessly skittered across keyboard. at some instance the left hand
(unsure which finger this wordsmith can point at as the culprit de jure), yet when
said unknown phillange loitered a bit longer...
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters. riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant...
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The Neighbour’s Wife
General observations in society were lust levels have escalated to dangerous levels inspired me to write this poem
The Neighbour's Wife
Swaying her hips provocatively she walked past me
The sight of her sway tantalizing the taste buds of my loins
Slowing down and increasing the gyration of her waist as she began to walk...
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I Will Not Be Beaten
Personal Experience
Listening to the silence or the hustle and bustle will I be found,
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Fireflies
Where was he going, this man of ancient defines, Down to the weeds on the river bed? Spreading his wings upon the rushing waters, Splashing in dreams that lay below the surface, Reaching...
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Circle
How can it be
we walk through life
yet hide
from the circle
that we tread
to the past
that
which is dead
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