Real Poets Poems

What is it that goes into a poet's mind?
Well, I'll tell you, its deep man, I mean it's really deep 
It's so deep that when...

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* Collaboration of Limericks written by Jan Allison, 
   Tom Cunningham, Tania Kitchin and Lin Lane


Here's a news flash, the latest scoop
There are...

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I learned many things from him ... 

That the trackless path
is gifted
to those
who believe
That the distance
between thoughts
can only be connected
by words
That the idea itself
 is...

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  The precursor




    Who you are and what you are is your personal dream. It is only when you speak it...

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           ~Play With Fire Till your Fingers Burn~
       ...

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ms. deborah digges

ms. deborah digges died today
plunged to the earth and they found her that way
she took her complex thoughts of simplicity

and buried them in...

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     I once disliked poetry worse than math   
        going back further...

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I want them to shake me—
not to break me,
but to stir something deep.
To rattle me, gently,
from places I’ve let fall asleep.

To spring anger—yes—
but only where...

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Clock in, clock out
Wake, commute, work, sleep, repeat
They say I'm making a living
But where in this equation am I alive?

Traded my sunrise for spreadsheets
My sunset for status reports
My laughter for leader boards
My dreams for direct deposits

We're all running on this hamster wheel
Spinning faster just to stay in place
"Success" measured in square footage
And vacation days we're too exhausted to take

They sold us a promise:
Work hard now, live later
But later keeps getting pushed back
Like a horizon we never reach

When did we agree
That breathing means producing?
That existing means earning?
That value equals output?

My grandmother's hands knew real work
Soil under fingernails, calluses with purpose
She worked to live
I live to work

The system whispers:
"Just one more promotion"
"Just one more year"
"Just one more sacrifice"
While life slips through fingers
Clutching paychecks

Making a living
What a curious phrase
As if living itself
Is something manufactured
Something we must earn the right to do

I want to make a life instead
Rich with moments that don't fit on resumes
Abundant with connections no algorithm can track
Wealthy with experiences no bank can hold

Because making a living
Without actually living
Is the most expensive purchase
We never meant to make.
...

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The boat is so close to me.
It feels so nice.
It is full of flowers.
White, red and blue: so many roses.
Some are stale, some fresh.
The fragrance...

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One night, one tale, I'll write so true,
With every word, I'll pen down you.
A moon so bright, a gentle breeze,
Your hand in mine, a moment...

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Truth drowns in pixels, one click at a time
While falsehoods spread faster than summer wildfire
We scroll and we swipe, consuming the lies
Each share button pressed...

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To all the poets near and far
Alive and well or beyond the stars,
I bid you peace, I bid you rest,
I bid you all the very...

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A thought

There was a day when I used to be happy,
There was a day when I felt like alive,
But now I am not even me...

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what a reflection!
"no time for final good-bye's"
at the end goodbye
is it a real good luck?
is it a real bad luck?

lovely poetess!
I really like to write
best...

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