Calloused hands and bruised knuckles
rolled loose leaf tobacco in rice paper
The Sun loving me in the only way it knew how
with violent kisses leaving spots against my skin
Arms wrapped around me in autumn afternoons
words spoken with so much weight
they required delicate whispers
of promises made in the past humidity of summer
"Nothing can wreck our boat" said she
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Birth, life and death
The knowledge of this earth
Neither before nor after present
Following their select ascent
Part pursuing purpose
As sole intent
Part pursuing pleasure
Till life is spent
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Allow me to be your anti-freeze
Help me to thaw your ice-cold heart
And change your environment of extreme cold
I can alter your perception of trust
Let me be all that your heart wants to feel,
The silver lining which your heart sees
Allow me to be your anti-freeze.
Help me to thaw your ice-cold heart
Please permit me to change the narrative
By allowing yourself to warm to me
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A country divided
Depressing but true
Leadership wanting
By both Red and Blue.
Faction's aplenty
Each shouting loud
The noise overwhelming
Fomenting the crowd.
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Art is a masterpiece
When no change is needed
To understand
Is to draw the last breath
In the name of reason, we build walls,
high and cold, to keep chaos at bay,
holding tight to logic like a shield,
while mysteries slip through the cracks.
We seek answers, carve truths in stone,
yet the heart wanders beyond measure,
lost in questions reason can't contain,
yearning for what can't be.
Art is a masterpiece
When no change is needed
To understand
Is to draw the last breath
Calloused hands and bruised knuckles
rolled loose leaf tobacco in rice paper
The Sun loving me in the only way it knew how
with violent kisses leaving spots against my skin
Arms wrapped around me in autumn afternoons
words spoken with so much weight
they required delicate whispers
of promises made in the past humidity of summer
"Nothing can wreck our boat" said she
......
Hello, I'm aiming to get better at writing poetry. So, I decided the best course of action was to write whatever came to mind to the best of my ability and then get personalized guidance rather than the generic and repetitive "helpful tips" I find on websites. Be as mean and brutal as you see fit, as long as it's honest and helpful. If you can, give me tips on what to name this thing, I think "The Maze of Truth" is a bit bland. Anyway, here it is:
The Maze of Truth
We all jump often, and leaves glide down, but birds are the ones with flight
Humans try so hard to dream away,
As from reality, we all try to flee.
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These are poems about the homeless and the downtrodden, and poems about the need for compassion, kindness, understanding and tolerance.
Neglect
by Michael R. Burch
What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?
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