Poem Poems - Poems about Poem

Ring ting ting-a-ling, Its that jolly old fat man With a belly full of jelly, And that jingle from long long ago... Ding-dong, ding-dong-- It's that sleigh of reindeer who fly in the sky That laughter and singing from below and on high-- This is the season To have a good reason Ring ting ting-a-ling, To forget others transgressions and petty deceptions To join the happy,...

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7/14/2025 Humane? You pen with shame! Selling your dignity? Tell me, why trash your only voice? No, thanks! ...

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Who serves up burgers in pie squares calling them different I’d beware? Who makes the golden arches look rusty stealing the crown from ol’ Burger King? Who dulls Taco Bell’s ring? Everyone knows it’s Wendy’s ...

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Kaleidoscopic Myths That sky is the limit. Yet star-bursted stories Will shower galaxies With deepest mysteries And dark oceanic Creatures and histories. ...

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You were picked straight from the stem— a fruit fresh atop the bowl of offerings, something that must be fleece laid over blade. Not taken, but accepted. Not bitten, but cradled. And still, I would let you be the spiked fruit between my teeth— If you asked. If not to taste your sweet, then to feel your sting against my tongue. Pain can be a kind of...

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in the form of the readymade, now occupies a place in the void, you look at the size of this dewdrop & remember Andy Warhol, who was the first to begin this session in Tate Britain...

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Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door because I could, and met a man by the name of Alexander Wood. He wore a bowtie and a crooked smile, a paper hat,...

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See the world around yourself, See the people around you— The scary face of people, The crying face of children. They are scared, lonely, and sad. They fear the world. See the fearless around the world. The mothers are crying with children in their hands, Praying for their children’s life, While others are praying for their children’s future To be bright. People say, “This is the...

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A Rolling Stone She’s weird as a broom stick, that witchy woman That crazy, shonky, HONKY TONK WOMAN On Monday she’s ANGIE, RUBY TUESDAY Wednesday and Fridays it’s Glorious Rose. What’s in a name? She sweetly asks me I smell as good - why not change yours? Ye Gods, What TUMBLING DICE did you roll? What Shonky Tonk woman sent you me? Its...

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Who is disabled? Is it me, or is it you? Should disability be based On an anatomical stock-take, Or based on what you can do? For I can climb mountains, I can soar through the sky, And I can slay dragons, With just a blink of an eye, I can overcome barriers, Fight against impossible odds, Ignore patronising glances And condescending nods. So who is disabled? Is it me,...

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a blank page when I awaken and walk barefoot across the carpet and when I embrace the song of nothingness it wants more a cool breeze through the window breathes new life onto the page in front of me and the sun peaks through the window as I sit at my laptop and slide my feet under the desk I love my muse and learn to let...

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Mei ek naari hun.. Fir Kyun lagti sabko bechari hun? Jawab de dun palat kar agar- Kehlati ahankari hun.. Aur sar jhuka dun, inke liye- Mei sanskari ban jati hun.. Kehte hain- Samaj ka kalyan hoga Agar mei shashakt hun.. Jab aasman simit Krna ho Fir udna sikhate h kyun? Shaam der se ghar chal dun agar- Hath se nikal jati hun.. Jamaane ke sawalon ka- Mei Jawab de...

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The journey is beautiful as we stay together. It is just the beginning, more wonderful stories to write together. Our journey continues.... ...

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Finally, everything was made possible From just 'You and I', to 'Groom and Bride' By our beloved and precious families We walked the aisle of the church with blessed smiles. Friends and well-wishers, who always stayed along, Who prayed and blessed our journey. Grateful to everyone for being a part of our wonderful story....

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Life is beautiful but the journey is no less than a rollercoaster ride. Let's hold hands together and pass each high tide. Let's make it interesting and cherish it together. ...

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