WIN AND WIN NO WAY
MORE LIKE LOSE AND LOSE EACH DAY
TRUMP BOILING AWAY
my love is hiding
it peeks from around corners
watching every move
running from my heart
it's a game of cat and mouse
will I win? or lose?
I have nothing, I lose
The biography of a nameless her.
I dream, sharing your dream together,
But upon waking, that memory fades.
I have nothing, I lose
The footsteps of a nameless her.
The birthdays, I lose
of a distant future's daughter and son.
How did we lose
the Straits of Hormuz
We listened to Saudi Arabia
A country all sand
struck up the band
‘Twas jealous of Mesopotamia*
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*Mesopotamia, today Iran and Iraq,
was home to the Tigris and Euphrates
Rivers, through which flowed interna-
tional commerce back then.
Why are we are so desperate to ‘lose that weight’
Are we after health, or are we just vain
We all know the answer to the question above
Surely loss of weight equates with love
We wrestle not with flesh and blood, you see,
but against our own thoughts, feelings and emotions that be.
Against hate and wrath, for they destroy the heart,
against lies and deception, for this is where they start.
How these things destroy, the goodness in me and you,
we should wrestle not, with each other, these words I write are true.
With our words, we steal, we kill, and destroy,
walking in this darkness, the heart knows no joy.
If you can see the truth, in these words I write,
turn from this path, and with self only fight.
When we walk up-right, standing on our feet,
the battles will be fierce, but our victories will be sweet.
Turning from this darkness, we begin to grow in the light,
for when we wrestle with each other, we all will lose the fight.
When a thought provokes your poets' light
do not delay it is time to write
more than a note scribble away
jot it down on paper display
type it on whatever device
read it over be precise
while the words fresh in your mind
let it flow take a little time
Is it any good maybe not so bad
anything else you need to add
Change a word correct the spelling
let someone read it if you are willing
Read it loud listen to the sound
if the dog wags his tail it may be profound
Don't lose the poem thinking another time
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Why do we write poems goodness knows
we love it and pray our writing shows.
You abandoned me in my most needy days:
the way in summer, people curse the sun's rays.
The way people forget an umbrella after the rains.
The way people throw the band-aid after healing from the pains.
Tell me which hurt more, rejecting at first,
or after winning the trust
stabbing on the back
such a way that you can never trust the word 'trust' again?
Tell me if not love, then what causes such pain?
I have lost a lot in my life,
but I have gained so much more
Step one:Go to the bus stop and be quiet (Meet the person who you would want to fight for)
Step two:Go to school always sitting next to your partner (Really you wanted to sit next to the person you just met at the stop)
Step three:Always talk to them for a few weeks (Smile at them when they are at school)
Step four:you don’t see them so you go to school with a friend (They end up telling you he’s dead)
Step five: Till this day you can’t say goodbye (You loved him and you never could say those three words that day you were told because you had a plan to tell him and you were feeling bold)
What maketh bards delineate the fairer sex,
Whilst the withering, ephemeral bouquet?
Doth portray sanity—inner traits,
Else the bewitching statute?
Oh, winged boy! Whither begone art thou,
Devoured of bards’ sanity—poetic reasoning.
Methinks insane compare, loitering
Phoebe
Of waxing, waning—alas, crescent!
Captivating eyes, enticing countenance of traits,
Mesmerizing words oft maketh spell on bards.
Hardly be a lamp lit with water;
Akin to it, portraying is the illusionary love.
Perhaps thought may, sans language—
Bards lack not, depicting the fairer sex.
Broken Rose's
In shadows, whispers linger on
Echoes of love that's gone, now lost in the haze
Hearts collide, like shattered glass in the night
Shadows dance, where love died, leaving only emptiness and endless fight
Silence screams, the night's haunting refrain
Memories haunt, like autumn's bitter pain
Tears fall like dew, on petals crushed and grey
Lost love's ghost, I'll still pursue, in dreams, where shadows play
The night's dark veil, it hides the scars we bear
Love's lost flame, flickers like falling stars, without a prayer
Yet in the dark, a glimmer shines, a bittersweet reminder
Of love's haunting signs, forever etched, like a rose's thorns, in my skin ??
Weren't we given
a chance after another to build
a strong foundation?
Being too skeptical was weird.
t's too precious to lose
each dream, we put great passion
into it to feel the sensation
that comes from two
captivated by love...
staring into each other's eyes
and reach for those patches of blue.
It's too precious to lose
each dream that kept us
wise and alive;
now, there are no struggles,
no test drive.
We didn't expect rewards;
what was in store for us
was many surprises;
did we believe in that promise?
Did we draw plans
with cleverness?
Did we miss that chance
at promising happiness?
Did we regret bitterness?
It's too precious to lose all,
blown away by foolishness!
Weren't we given
a chance after another to build
a strong foundation?
Being too skeptical was weird.
t's too precious to lose
each dream, we put great passion
into it to feel the sensation
that comes from two
captivated by love...
staring into each other's eyes
and reach for those patches of blue.
It's too precious to lose
each dream that kept us
wise and alive;
now, there are no struggles,
no test drive.
We didn't expect rewards;
what was in store for us
was many surprises;
did we believe in that promise?
Did we draw plans
with cleverness?
Did we miss that chance
at promising happiness?
Did we regret bitterness?
It's too precious to lose all,
blown away by foolishness!
Reach for the stars never lose hope of your dreams
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