Day without you Looks like wasted
Feels like wasted If you may
Even hours without you Feels like ages
Feels like crazy Will you stay?
Stay,
Ill share with you My dreams my thoughts
You are the love of my life
We bring together All our strength
To keep it worth while
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Cute. Thats all I ever was to you. Take away my passion, take away my wit, my curiosity, my intelligence, my determination, my power. Take away everything. Then sure, cute is just fine.
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How vast is the reach of the universe wide?
How great be the distance between mind and eyes?
How far in both ways does the length of time go?
What distance exists between God and each soul?
Illusive the answer to each of these be.
Perspective controls how we think, what we see,
how we judge and interpret the concepts at hand,
the things we consider and just where we stand.
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Divisive, abusive, hollow and torn,
Our politics broken through anger and scorn,
More pointing of fingers, of turning one's back,
Is this the new norm, our thorny new track?
What happened to thinking before all those tweets,
Like manicured gardens torn up by rough cleats,
The skill of debate, of viewing both sides,
Bridging that gap from all which divides?
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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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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
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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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