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In celebration of text messaging and indiscriminatory sex
One English teacher featured this prose poem along with Emily Dickinson's Heart! We Will Forget Him!, Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken, and Aleksander Solzhenitsyn's A Storm in the Mountains. Neat.
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Life offers an infinte amount of material to write poems about. Writing
meaningful poems is the goal of every poet. Writing meaningful poems requires conscious effort.
Dedicated to Claire
A Girl, by Ezra Pound, is one of my fav poems. It's a poem about love and how it grows into you, becomes a part of your binary. One of those amazing poems for everyone.
This weeks REAPER's CHALLENGE!
What it is: I give you three words, you write a poem, takin the first two words and put them in the first line, all three words in the first stanza. If you really want to challenge yourself, I tell the others to set a timer for five minutes. You will be amazed at what you can create in five minutes!
Sadly this tragedy has set this country back so damn far!!! We must take stand to change before more of our babies are killed!!!
Love Making at its best...
A poem about the murderous indifference of the sea.
A close encounter of the natural kind
A Poem for a Dear Friend
The Into to my Evolution of a Revolution...
I seek perspicuous text, jargon, lexicon or whatever will explain which face is on
A muse on an afternoons entertainment
Shakespeare's most brilliantly beautiful love poem ... Sonnet 18
Word play Poem using some words that are now seldom used in common language
In the heat of the night
Sirens rang loud
And streetlights beamed halogen rays
Upon my sweated brow,
As I laid my stress
To rest for the night.
Helplessness fell upon my tired mind
Like it always did,
While my wandering thoughts
Flashed the life I’ve lived;
Heartaches and pain,
Barely any financial gain,
But plenty of “Ghetto Footsteps”
That I have named.
The seagulls come in to nest and breed on the roof, the young take to the skies, screaming their arrival
short story about hooking up.
I was taught to draw letters
To write words and then
To construct sentences.
I use these lessons to carry my thoughts
My feelings and my opinions of
What is happiness?
What is beauty?
What is love?
What happens when love is a lie?
THE PRACTICE of discrimination makes me THE FUGITIVE
AS THE WORLD TURNS in their minds,
But SEVENTH HEAVEN exists in 60 MINUTES of every hour in my soul,
That makes me THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL.
Past and present misconceptions
Leave us seeking eluded lessons
Impulsive thoughts
Impulsive actions
Twice the work
Learned infractions
Social conduct
Social passage
Basic knowledg...
Ours for the grasping.
They said the chances of that were slim to none, but just look at all that we've become...
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