Poetry

Excerpt:
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Creative juices aren't flowing into my brain.
To create that electrical spark.
That makes the light bulb go blink.

Should the verses rhythm.
This poem is not sublime.
What the heck am I doing?
All I know is that roses are red.
And violets are indeed blue.
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Just a poem I wrote for a school project that I thought was good and funny enough to share with the rest of u guys. I hope u somewhat enjoyed it. Thanks for reading regardless, and have a delightful, magical day. Cheers yo.
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Excerpt:
I sit here. At my computer. How u may say "stuck" of "blocked". Not knowing what to say, what to write, what to pour onto the page. But I just sit, think, and eventually, I lay my hands on the keyboard and just start . . . typing. Typing away. Letting my hart-, hart and mind spill all over the now heavily damp worded page. I say what I feel and type what I think and maybe . . . just maybe the words I type turn into something that make sense. Words that turn into something beautiful, like a desert flower, slowly blooming, waiting for the rain to come to push it through.

Excerpt:
This poem is written door me

My eyes are heavy
Can't hold load of tears
Plants look so blank
And autumn winds can be hear.

The flowers will no meer bloom
I'll keep myself locked in room
They just love theirselves
Knows my story each book of my shelf.

Why every time spring ends,autumn starts
I wish I could buy happiness from some marts
Smell the same those flowers beside the stream that flow
I wonder how every time they grow .

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we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
of between this time
and last time.
30 seconden in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
of practicing that new
dance verplaats which is only
new because it is newer

Excerpt:
My hart-, hart is heavy.
My mind is numb.
My spirit's weak.
Body tense.
Will shattered door a system I can't create myself to fit into.

Why do I continue on for?
What's success compared to joy and satisfaction?
What am I living for?
How do I survive in a reality that I hate?
Is mental stress and anguish worth experiencing through for my promised supposedly bright future?
Will it be all worth it?
It it all worth it now?
Who's to say whats in store when we all stride blindly forward?

Excerpt:
I do recall mentioning this:
that of all the sports I have tried
running and jumping hurdles
did not sit well with me.

I simply cannot keep up with you
for your pace quickens after every hurdle
even as they get higher,
u seem to pass over with ease.

I really want to keep up but alas
I realized that u are stronger than me,
smarter than me, braver than me,
then it was made known to me: I had no chance.

Excerpt:
A girl from nowhere I met,
She looked a real friend,
That is why our friendship will never end,
She bought lots of colors and laugh,
With me she was never tough,
She bought lots of flowers with scents,
Which are priceless that goud cents,
As long as we are friends,
We don't need enemies, no lovers,
This beautiful relation that God created,
She has got beauty and grace,
And a very successful place,
She understands me fully,

Excerpt:
I DID NOT WRITE THIS POEM. I FOUND IT ON FACEBOOK. The page was called The Writer's Circle, I think.

Today was the absolute worst dag ever
And don't try to convince me that
There's something good in every dag
Because, if u take a closer look,
The world is a pretty evil place.
Even if
Some goodness does shine through once in a while
Satisfaction and happiness doesn't last
And it's not true that
It's all in the mind and hart-, hart

Excerpt:
After witnessing a brute killing
She finds her vrienden in their blood swimming
Trying to composed when fact she’s crying
She hasty runs when she saw someone approaching

In the corner of her room, she’s sitting with fear
Discerning that her vrienden killer saw her
Her door opens instantly
But she locked it already

With dread she stand and check for it
A hazel brown eyes and faultless curve lips
A lady with fine body and dark straight hair

Although this book isn't published fully. Lots of chapters are left. I'll try to update them but plz read my poems. Love u all. THANK YOU!

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