Not Poetry - Poems about Not Poetry

I decided what separates The poems of the Young From the poems of the Old Isn’t the song sung nor story told; Rather it’s down to The Style Which captures a Frown or a Smile. Do You prefer to mentally copulate With the first prick of fresh heartache, Or do you prefer the dejection, Pain and unspared despair Of often brutally-inflicted Repeat Rejection It’s simply a...

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not every poem contains poetry truly just words ensemble...

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This is not poetry. They are my words handcuffed and carried away in black Marias by men who play gods with guns. And wearing the official uniforms given to them by those who rule, in order to protect the people. Yet, they choose not to protect the people. Instead, they extort money from them...

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Life is indecisive stage answers to the all kind of questions Life, where performer is answer sheet Poetic words are natural crystal mirror where poet finds out himself spontaneously Poetic expression is thoughtful interlink of knowing self I never wanted you but poetic life; because falsehood is eternally beautiful The lie is mighty invisible; visible is always weaker than invisible No prayer...

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The larger the bird, the larger the turd The bigger the tart, the louder the fart The more beans he ate, the darker his fate The more he drank, the more he stank All the lines above rhyme perfectly internally Yet to call them poetry rankles eternally...

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All is not poetry, I tell myself: then relapse into rhyme without reason—season outside of season; for again I imagine blossoms in winter, snow that is warmly cold, nuggets of 24k caresses gems of crystal fire-- In my heart, for the umpteenth time, I am a bedazzled knight and prominent king-- My personal war of roses and rainbows; for while many may...

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People are not poetry. They do not rhyme and flow as the words printed on a book do. We do not cut off and start with a line, that eventually draws up perfectly to the next. There are no series' of us. We live, then die. We all do not think the same, feel the same or...

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If it's not poetry then it don't make sense! My mentality is actually a masterpiece practically painted masterfuly to satisfy the custumer. It's a ballad scratched on my pad laterally after me and my pen practice we'll start constructing a.... Rhyme similar to a rapper's free with no actual beat blasting the masses past disaster I will do it rapper free. If it's not poetry...

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