Drama Poems - Poems about Drama

The despicable fly thinks he is tall Because he landed so high on the wall But I’m about to show him just how small He truly is when I make him fall All because of a fly on the wall. With a paper rolled tight with a band Held firm in my good right hand, I’ll send that dirty fly to the...

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cities bubbling with their stories life playing out with all its drama characters come and go behind every curtain falls a hero at other times a villain the city recycles bit parts for show biz in one continuous stage production AP: 3rd place 2025 Submitted on June 19, 2025 for contest 1391 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - Honorable Mention...

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You are never too small to make a difference, carries a powerful message, emphasizing that individual actions, regardless of scale, can have a significant impact—The Warriors ...

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4/3/2025 No, it was not a dream at all…. I was with George Chakiris by my personal request. No,I was not in with crazed teeny boppers in a hall. It was just George and I, from whom, I chose to learn from the best! I wish I could tell you...

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I planned futures with you, but your happiness came first. When anger calls, you shut off I must stay composed, must communicate, must hold it all together. Smile. Talk nice. The bare minimum is not enough. Imagine giving your life to someone who would build with you, then leave when joy runs dry. Words once meant something. Vows weren’t meant to break. I could climb mountains, cross oceans, fly the...

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If you sow wind You reap storm Play your drama....

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Quiet porch and a lazy chair, sitting for a while is a song. A blue collar stereotype. Highlights visible from the air, bold italics will show up strong. Iconic, working that pinstripe. Dusk saunters in devil may care, sizzling whatever could go wrong? Tipple a taste of this peace pipe. Like a view of the county fair, the big girl rides go all...

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Self-transformation through karma includes a load of drama. I should have bought a larger and deeper diorama. When a crises fully shook me, I feared my ink had dried, forced gone by the new brain managing my mind from inside. To outrun the blues, my muse likely fashioned good-bye shoes. Grieving my muse, I cried recalling decades we'd penned through. I...

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When them hate Don't work They start Creating scene Seeking others attention Either for applause Or to ruin another person reputation. Acting selfishly Creating scenarios We the villains Them the victor Telling what's not true Disunity them agendas. Their messages Disunited many Setting the city ablaze Many were scapegoat Leaving them traumatized Hurting another unknowingly Without empathy or sympathy Alas, None a born...

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They called me a coward, said my words would hide, Too timid to face the storm, I’d run and confide. My thoughts were shadows, secrets bound tight, In the echoes of silence, I fought my own fight. They wanted bold thunder, unyielding and loud, To speak like the lightning, piercing the cloud. But my voice trembled, a flickering flame, Afraid of the...

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Condensed Spoken Word Piece: Here's a condensed version of the script, focusing on the key themes and emotions: "(Sighs) I walked out of that interview, feeling like I'd wasted my time. They didn't care, they weren't listening, they just wanted to fill a seat. I felt like I was talking to a brick wall, my words bouncing right back. I...

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Written By: D. Collins 1/2/25 As I reach my prime in my mid-sixties. I have a vow in dragging no drama with me. I want my heels kicked up on a sandy beach. Getting real F'd up on umbrella drinks. Taking a long walk to get my exercise. Having to back up because of rising tide. Leaving my footprint in the...

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Another man, a Native man who won't be named, published a poem I wrote about stars without permission. So I wrote another poem about stars, different from the original, and had it remixed by AI Chatbot. To the Starlit Night And he was a visionary Painting his obituary As he bled down to gravity The pulldown...

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Unpoetic Justice 2: Best Freeverse as Traditional Poems A poem I will not publish here was stolen by a man and remixed slightly, then claimed as his own. I have taken an original version and restructured it through AI Chatbot and Aphres. This poem will be credited to AI and anonymous. I'm so sorry to hear...

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In her bedroom, Shayla sits alone, Her drawings scattered, her heart turned to stone. She pulls off her glasses, a sigh escapes her lips, "My whole life," she murmurs, "a maze I've slipped." Her hair, a cascade of brown, falls to her shoulder's grace, She waves her hand, a yearning, a pleading space. For Charles, the one she loves, but he...

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