Arent Poems - Poems about Arent

I did not recognize my neighbor Todd. He was wearing thick white make up And an outfit that looked like a stuffed dress with a tale. He did not look like he wanted to be noticed, so I pretended I did not know him As I got off he said “Aren’t you going to say hello?” Re-teaching me a lesson...

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you are an odd one, aren’t you? I have certainly done my best to be You see things others miss True enough Do you play your own melodies? Yes and I choreograph myself nightly Sharing only enough to intrigue Retaining my enthusiasm for life...

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"write, right?" it was wrote it is written: it will be alright as i look down down at my feet but have to think as if i'm Wittgenstein those really are my feet, right? but even if they are or aren't i can at least say not just to please Hericlitis i'm not stepping in the same stream as i had the day before and looking down downstream i don't see any of the same streams...

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Do you recall being in school? Learning many lessons; obeying all of the rules; absorbing each lecture and each page of your textbook; adding to your storehouse of wisdom. If you stayed and finished school, you were wise; It always pays to stay in school. As you build your own life’s book, You’ll learn many life lessons. Every turn of your life’s next page; must comply...

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I Suffer. Girl you know how much I love you, Your all about everything I do. Sometimes I am in your dungeon For crimes I never did. Even when you know its not true. You still torture me because you want to. Just some days you like to make me suffer. Because you want your sisters to know your in charge, even...

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A fat flat packed duck billed platypus was not on a platter. In fact it had escaped under a robe. With a robin. The robin was to be stuffed into a pigeon which was stuffed into pheasant then chicken then turkey then goose then flamingo. What a huge feather meat pile then! The other birds...

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Adding many components to a stew today? Flavours? Chopped out pieces? How many pieces? Go on how many? It is never the question of how many components that are within the granules that will decide on how the taste is. It is merely the swirling spoon. Round and round and round. Flow flow flow. But...

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a tiny water drop in light reflections of love refractions of hatred dispersion of rage rain bow in your heart you are a phenomenon e=mc2 illuminate droplets we only see incomplete optical illusion viewed from a relative angle melanin is the primarydivision arent we fools july 19 2016 9 am...

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We are first planted Planted into the ground As a seed we don’t know what to expect No one does We are just carefree Rolling around in dirt But then When days pass We are sprouts The new seeds Enjoy the dirt We wonder where those days went When WE were the ones in the dirt We realize We aren’t seeds forever Pretty soon we...

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You arent best and beatiful You arent reach and smart And even worse than medium But heart is now conquered You are not best and beatiful Not stable and not young You arent so comfortable But you all what I love You arent soft and mystical You dont deserve admires But right now I am wondering How to forget your...

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Christmas bells aren’t ringing all through our little town, The zoning ordinances prohibit such a noisy sound. There are no carolers singing their songs of Christmas cheer, People are afraid to open their doors to strangers who draw near. Now Santa needs written permission to enter any locked domicile, With the arrests resulting from last year his Reindeer are still...

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These words in my brain, and feelings in my heart cannot describe my love for you ,but its a start.......... I love you , doesnt seem like enough, whenever thinking of you when we are apart, is so rough....... It could be....."I love you , Plus".... The plus, covers my heart because it pounds so , when...

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