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 We cannot fight with any web site that is “timed-out” And out of reach Time is so fast Present is past With every fleeting moment We hav... [read more] |
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Wig, wig, wig…… What a fine wig you have! What a strange wig you have! What a great wig you have! You are bigwig! ! ! Not only I am fon... [read more] |
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When I asked her who was she She said, “I am Ayiyiyi” Not ABC nor XYZ But she was only Ayiyiyi Though many problems she fostered From all no... [read more] |
 Poetry to me is something that rhymes, With metre and rhythm and texture combined. Acrostics, assonance, riddles and more Or words in blank... [read more] |
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What is the proper subject-matter of Poetry And should it rhyme? Some things are unavoidable; Being compelled To compete in The Arvon For e... [read more] |
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What is this compulsion to write And why can’t I sleep? If I don’t express myself In clear, concise language Three times a day And four at... [read more] |
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It’s late I can’t sleep I am worried about talent Or rather The inability of people In high places (LOL) To spot this rare bird. Who exactl... [read more] |
 The days of my life like waves strike the hull of a ship that is my being Chaos the norm deep within no escape from this life without meanin... [read more] |
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My one true love is an old friend A woman who completes my tattered ends Reawarding me with love night and day Yearning to soothe my worries... [read more] |
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Come, step Into my sweet, lonely little world! Hand in hand, We shall run across the cliffs Against which my emotions crash, Fly through the... [read more] |
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I hold the withered petals of my illusions in my hand. Then I throw them on the ground and lift my foot to trample upon them.... But I can't... [read more] |
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A dark cloud of rain drifted into my life And for some time, I felt good, happy… I no longer felt lonely. I thought life would go on happil... [read more] |
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The train is running Through the fields, the forests, and the deserts… So close to the earth and yet, An intrinsic part of the society— Ful... [read more] |
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When you don’t come And my thoughts wander Out towards you, I force myself to think of you As the meandering stream That must flow on and o... [read more] |
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I love how you look when you smile in the morning. It's like the sky opened up its gates and let sunlight fall On you and only you. You smil... [read more] |