Done Up Poems - Poems about Done Up

I don't wanna be a wannabe no more waiting for opportunity to come a'knocking on my open door and the day she does tho' the lights are on there's no one home as I'll probably be out to lunch knowing me so I wanna see 'Been there, done that!' on my resumé because I'm oh-so tired of being a never-was ...

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I'm going to keep writing regardless of the outcome I'm going to keep clicking my keys and my mind I'm going to create from nothing what I need I'm going to give it all I got, cuz its what I do ! I will share my thoughts whether you like it or not I...

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I give you space then I notice I'm back in your face Things are not the same and I'm the one left to chase I realize how silly I must look when I plead and beg There is no way to take back the words that I said I'm not getting no where so I'm done chasing I'm the...

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I’m done with putting in more effort than others put into me I’m done with being there for others who aren’t there for me I’m all about matching energies No I’m sorry I can’t be loyal to you when you’re disloyal to me If you stop pouring into me don’t be surprised when I do the same I’m not...

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May the earth reject it..Let the mountains dance..For the God of all universes will break this trance.' No more shall You dabble..' instead you will ride, the road of rejection in Pain you will writhe.' You have sullied creation.' Now.! You are to be judged in your pride.!...

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I should have heard all the indications that the level of danger was low; no shots fired, no weapons, no anger or injuries, and no screaming, just a possible exchange of counterfeit currency. I should have arrived on scene happy and glad that this was not a place of terror from gun shots, citizens hurt and...

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Why we stopped explaining racism to you Because even if it Slapped you in the face You'd still claim it doesn't exist So why would we spend our existence Pandering to your ignorance I mean we have better things to do like ending racism The same racism you claim doesn't exist Even though you've had the privilege Of never experiencing it Ain't that ironic Telling...

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Ah King Kane.. you’ve done it again Heavenly humility hums on a simply higher plane.. Angelic ability strums..curious necks studious crane Classical charms forever waver but won’t wistfully wane Professorial textbook tutorials..clever rhapsodies of restrain Classy but never brassy..balletic lullabies of lyrical refrain Dizzying dedication..insane..education.. epiphanies explain how to train Eureka seeker...aurora explorer..yielded iconic pedagogic logic.. Willow wielded wonders sprinkled with sparkle… Heroic champagne...

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Weep and wail..You who are not a kingdom.' Yet who would Rule as God.! Setting a throne on high..Yet it is a toilet in The eyes of The One True God ' He has placed you on notice.' And you will be abased.!! Those who are women Yet swagger as men shall stagger.' Sores will be their...

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When I walk through a blink of a garden That hugs my legs And calls my mother To come collect these shards of broken glass I felt it on the kick of my leg With hours and more hours spent Asking for a chance to restart There wasn’t even a miracle To call and ask for a redo I felt the pain when...

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Australia I shake my head..Are there no better choices.?? Has all reason fled?? To elect a truly ghastly crew.' Elbow??And his ci-horts.' Oh what a bilious slew.' They projectile Vomit.. Such gilobbdy-gook' glib enough only for entitled sooks' Can't you see? Haven't you heard? In order to get a good life (you need to loose) these nerds.' Safe...

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(Naani Poem). Seeing life's stuff through, Cheerings all champs, we are Surviving, thriving Thoughts, love for human race....

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(Naani Poem). Seeing life's stuff through, Cheerings all champs, we are Surviving, thriving Thoughts, love for human race....

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Love has been described as a battlefield as it can leave us with scars that can be seen and unseen by others. Especially when the notes are singing in harmony. A Harmony that is purely Bella to the fall of the first winter snow. Snow that calms the hot ground from the heat that escaped...

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She is not the broken echo of a single night, Not the shadow stitched to silence by a stranger’s crime. There is no adjective in violence, Only the hollow echo of something stolen. Never her. She walks with light that never asked for permission. Her breath, though once held hostage, now sings louder than shame. No name they gave her can...

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