Best Similar Poems
Two Women, Similar Yet Different
Educated yet could not prevail,
School of hard knocks,
Similar Yet Different.
A lavish life yet unfulfilled,
Appreciative of what life brings,
Similar Yet Different.
Ignorance lacking accountability,
Responsible yet naive,
Similar Yet Different.
Egotistical taunting artfully,
Craft fully expressing discontent,
Similar Yet Different.
Crocodile tears yearning notice,
Noiseless hiss of strength,
Two Women, Similar Yet Different.
Helmet-wearing stripe
Humanoid-cylinder slash
Ignited in lime
World watches Humanity Fall;
Indifferences felt by All.
Few moments in History can compare;
Shockwaves rippled everywhere.
Each land of a different name;
Every Indifference is the same.
Suffering, Despair;
Proof that Nobody Cares.
Violence, Anger;
Skin Color Danger.
Hatred, Fear;
Hard Truths Faced this Year.
The People United;
No Longer Divided.
Joining Together;
Overcoming 'Stormy Weather.'
Every Father, Every Mother;
Teachers of 'Love Another.'
Every Sister, Every Brother;
Helping One Help The Other.
Companionship, Comfort
Eases The Impact of The Hurt.
Creativity, Hope;
Engineered New Ways to Cope.
Our Daughter, Our Son;
The Healing has Begun.
All the Lands, Across All the Seas;
All the Same in Times of These.
New Life, Old Heart;
Love Found Miles Apart.
Angrily Loving, Civil Unrests;
Violent Peaceful Protests.
New Enemy, Old Friend;
Only One in the End.
Black, White;
Not Wrong, Not Right.
Blind, Sight;
Presently We Write.
Rite, Oversight;
Historic rewrite.
Support, Unite;
Beautiful Highlight.
Fight, Fright;
Dark of Night.
Heroes, Spotlight;
Front Lines of Knight.
Guiding Love, Leading Light;
Hatred Overwrite.
Flames, Ignite;
Ignorance Invite.
However we got here
It was on
The same thought
For a brief moment
We decided
And arrived
At a point
At the same time
Us on a bus we on a trainof similar mind
Together
In the same line
Momentarily
Of a similar mind
The world truly is connected
(Here comes a husband, a leader, preparing for the war for his people`s right.
A wife, making sure of everything to be perfect before leave and the angry troops who are ready to die after their devil`s death.)
(Departure is terrible, now or then)
I cannot understand, what you say?
Oh! It wasn`t me, who said were they.
They were the one, the ones to loose,
loose their families, friends for you.
It wasn`t asked,
they were happy, free to choose.
But don`t you pity , pity on them?
They had their people, people to loose.
Yes, I do!
I do, I do.
But have no choice, what to do?
Ask them again, tell they are free.
And who wants to stay, let them be.
This is a fight, fight for right.
They will be the one to get their right.
If no one lives, who take rights?
They might be happy with their sad but together life.
(Troops)
No, no.
We will fight.
Cut their head off and get their body chopped.
They aren`t humans but devils,
deserves, not to be sympathized but be killed.
Never freed us but killed, sacked and hanged.
We don`t worry our ship, it will get sank.
But before we sink, kill all of them,
free our land from fear and shame.
We will die happy with no regrets,
Our children proudly will talk one day being great.
Now you heard what they mean,
understand what you have seen.
We will return or not today, telling the truth,
I feel the luckiest since I met you that day.
I love you, my lady, now you go.
Be inspirer, live strong and show.
(weeping)
I am afraid, how will I live?
Me, laying in our comfy bed while you even don`t get sleep.
Sit on a giant table without your presence,
thinking about that my heart pains.
But you go,
go my dear go.
Being a leader I will show.
You fight there, I will fight here.
Tell them your stories and sure they will share.
I love you my man, I love you.
I am the luckiest, I knew.
(greeting goodbye to each others they departed. And fought strongly knowing they will never meet again.)
When you look at me, what do you see?
When you look at me, what do you expect?
When you look at me, what do you need from me?
May be, I may not be perfect,
May be, I may not be your type,
May be, I may not be your kind,
Nor your friend, neither your like,
But, ooh no,
We are not the same
Nor, are we similar,
Neither are we a like,
However, we share the same commonalities,
We are all people, made from fresh & blood,
We are the mighty creators,
We both breathe,
We both drink & eat,
We both reproduce,
Yooyoo taa!!!
Do not forget, we both release,
Ooh yes!!!
Clear my mind,
Opened up my mind,
Let me see through.
Abu Ali was around 60
When he joined us in Saudi.
The civil war was ON since
His last visit home in Lebnon.
And, no letter could he send,
Nor any phone calls possible,
To ask them, on what they lived
Since he bade a bleeding bye.
Zainab was 17, and was time
The father to give her hands
In hands strong and worthy,
For his lineage enduring.
Despite attempts many and varied,
He could cross no boarder ever,
As any black veil would blind
Hues of his paternal dreams.
Courage was still a mirage,
Still, could we cook some wishes,
With a pint of boldness blended;
For his pulses weak and face pale.
After days of travel tiring,
Across hostile yellow sands,
He could see but hands tender,
On his street shining toys lethal.
Syria, Lebanon, Egypt, Jordan,
Israel, Palestine and Lybia,
Many are with a fate similar;
Fatal tools shining ON and ON
To Put Abu Alis to eternal UNrest,
To be buried in blood-bound sands;
Where no grass ever dare to birth,
Lest their blooms too might bleed!
One bird cannot make a pun.
Yes, it's true. But the toucan.
extreme intensities put on chill
commit large crimes for small thrills
constantly sad from taking happy pills
give life to what kills
rob the poor so the rich can pay their bills
trade my lungs for gills
soar to the upper utmost going downhill
just rhyming for fun
just rhyming simple and dumb
not really trying to use any complex skill
just letting the conscious spew forth
letting the ink seductively spill
my existence is infinite so I got time to kill
my room is littered with broken quills
and misplaced naughty clothes frills
I guess I saw you.
I would want to believe it was you.
The hair the nose the way you
Sat, and the smell was just too obvious,
You looked once but I turned away there’s so much I could
Have said like a Hey but now it's gone anyway.
This moment faded away. I wish I could
Find a way to brighten up my day and
Press the rewind button and be right
There and replay. Rely upon my thoughts
And talk with despair not let this disappear
, find out if it was you or was it just my mind blur.
Deeply inside I see two sides, one telling
Me to regret the moment being lost, the
Other telling me to keep my head up and
Realise an action doesn't cost, that I might
Have not lost, but still now I'm down with
A big frown
I’ll keep my head up, and try to imagine
Maybe you are shy, or didn't recognise our
Crossed eye, lets believe you do care, and
Do know where to find me, I’m always here
For you I hope I’m fair and that your glare
Wasn’t a blare, that it was true, you and
Only you. I Love you
My Poems Sound So Similar
Some of my poems sound so similar
With them other poets became familiar
Beyond compare many have been
So I wrote same ones over again
Have become a great poem assembler.
Jim Horn
Don't touch me!
For if you do you might feel.
Don't listen to me!
For if you do you might hear.
Don't look at me
in the eyes
for if you do you might
have the compulsion to question
what feels and sounds good.
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radical stuff, yeah?
what makes you any different from me
alone struggling to be free
happy riding sun rays
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted for contest WHEN THREE LINES ARE SO MUCH BETTER sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
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intellectuals with frail aims
infringing mourning words, words of familiarity saved
for mobile polities, throbs
life, mummified and buried bodies and robes
of rebels recalling shades
edging, forming better incestuous ties and ordeals
lying bare, conjoined with flashy movements
of isolation, optional signs
distorted senses, resolving identities
of sepulchers, not salvaged forever, endorsements
of decadence agitated condign
There was as a time,our dreams were similar
now we perceive things,so unfamiliar,
give us your hungry,your tired,your poor,
is Lady Liberty being ignored?
The cauldron of plenty,streets paved in gold
dreams of a better life,being put on hold,
freedom to exist with others so free
but at what cost in measuring the fee...
Simple status amid complexities
static forms in verbal atrocities,
...there was a time our dreams were similar,
let's not forget America's character...