Short Copying Poems
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mimic
copycat
sits next to me
she’s on my last nerve
copying my math now
feeling satisfied
it is all wrong
misleading
mimic
Children are copying and pasting
Everything from their both parents
From the images of all of the children
Pictures can be drawn how their parents
Expressing your individuality and uniqueness
It's strange to me, how people express their individuality and uniqueness by copying other people!
John Derek Hamilton
July 27,2016
What a silly mind is mine, is mine
The silliest mind since the beginning of time
If you doubt me
My lims are free
If you're thinking of copying, “to plagiarize” is a crime
middle school
girls become imitators
copying mannerisms and styles
mimicking those they admire
often losing their own identity for a year or two
sad pretenders, not living up to themselves yet
Hey, why are you copying me?
Every word I say you just repeat.
Lose the mocking attitude, please?!
Look at you, you're even trying to be me!
Overy and out, you're only just a tease.
Pencil and Paper
Accessible Available
Writing Copying Delivering
Xerography Electricity Technology Communication
Generating Dispatching Expediting
Modern Addictive
Computer
Date: 06/14/2019
the morn is frosty ...
flowers
lower their heads
a single
snowflake falls
Poetry/hiku
Copyright Protected, ID 04-1725-125-18
All Rights Reserved, 2025, Constance La France
Copying any part of this work is prohibited without permission
Growing behind the glass.
Just like a flower-
fed with light.
A listener.
A viewer.
A copying child.
Set free against her will.
Exiled.
Into a harsh,
unknown,
fragileless world.
Where nobody dances or sings.
Where people don't kiss the stars goodnight.
A scornful attitude towards others
Inordinate in longing for status
Concuspicent of the carnal desires
Evoke wrath in ideas responses
Overindulging in consuming foods
Copying the traits and abilities
Showing laziness in the own duties
1-19-2016
Why live copying others everyday
Why not inspire them, teach them the right way
Why not like Saint Patrick do good
You will be known for all you did
In your name have day like Saint Patrick day
13th March 2021
Written for L. MILTON HANKINS contest LIMERICKS in honor of St. Patrick's Day
Always coming from behind,
making no sound,
copying my every move.
My friend on the ground.
Imitating, moving with me,
even when I cannot see.
One day I turned too fast
and you weren't on the ground.
I wonder,
did I scare you away?
My eternal friend
has gone away
REMEMBER WHEN WE PLAYED WITH SILLY PUDDY,
COPYING THE SUNDAY CARTOONS.
WE STRECHED IT, ROLL IT, BOUNCE IT,
WE SHOWED IT, TO ALL AND WHAT IT COULD DO.
BOY!, DO I MISS IT.
WONDER IF I CAN I STILL GET IT.
I'LL HAVE FUN SHOWING WHAT IT CAN DO,
PLAY WITH IT, WITH MY NIECE AND NEPHEWS.
Golden pears, hollowed, hanging
lit internal, a thousand tea lights
tree limb treasures, firefly pulsing
stirring the movements of every delight
Cinnamon stars, flicker, watching
burning red, a thousand years lost
taking the glory, out numbering man
in their efforts to mold an original thought.
When not at hard work; play no copying games
Why copy the hard-work of another poet
If you want a new write do this;
put your pen on paper and dig in deep
and see between the lines,
and see your own piece to highly arise
A talent of your own proudly shown
This also a possibility to win cherished gold
The printer has gone berserk
Throwing out my work
Launching A4 paper asunder
Is it any wonder
That if you need to make haste
It is easier to copy and paste
Halt bedeviled font copying machine
Such tandrum I have never seen
A4 all over the desk and floor
Throw the switch, pull the plug
Damage you will do no more
I have seen I am warrior wing let W.W. fly over me
I have seen Silence is me, I have seen nothing like
Bobby has wings or quiet it’s me or copy me I am Bobby
Originality has lost it’s wings and Silent is not Quiet
Live and learn it’s only a name it’s the meaning behind it
Not in the name
Copying is just a game
Can you not see
The freak is copying me
Why doesn't thee
The freak not let me be
Can you not see
The freak is crazy
The blogs are the key
That can set me free
Can you not see
This freak is looney
Can somebody help me
The freak is a she
Can you not see.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
don...nulled as a child
watched...copying
the three stooges...stage play
as a passable...dictionary of
the-sour-ass-ed terms...to communicate
his feelings as...that young child
that got his asssss.......a $100million way to see
what he wanted to see...his assssss.....
the-trump card...and if you don't
he will ...kiss it
stan sand
ALL I WANT TO SAY
IS THAT I LOVE YOU
ALL I HE WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY,
THAT YOU LOVE ME TOO
I CAN LEAVE FROM YOU
ARE I CAN STAY WITH YOU
YOU ARE MY LIFE I LIVE
BY IT'S AIR
AND THE SUN RAYS FROM
THE SUN
EXPLORES IN MY HEART
COPYING PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOUR
FACE
I CAN WRITE YOU A POEM
I CAN DANCE AT YOUR FEET
THEN AGAIN
I SING YOU A SONG
DEDICATING YOUR RETURN TO ME
AVANT GARDE
narrative
motifs
initially far fateched
hitherto
full
of pathos
full
of poetry
in
bestowed pleasures
a sense
of
rapture
capturing
the everyday
fleeting
spontaneous
yet
copying
nature
with
ascertained
tendencies
of
allegorical
incidents
taken
unawares
by
symbols
of
sensitivities
acquainted
once again
Glaring at a brilliant screen;
Awaiting, just awaiting -
Glancing over humorous things;
Copying a brilliant show.
Never really watching;
And stopping, ever stopping -
Preparing for the sun’s arrival;
Waiting for it’s sombre glow.
Nothing real until you see it;
Together, just together -
As I hold my coffee cup.
Pausing everything I cherish;
Where life begins when you wake up.
REFLECTION
Reflecting the world tiny one,
In what you see where you've landed.
Dancing, copying, becoming.
Now, a yellow wild canary.
Then, a dandelion puff.
Not pretending but reflecting,
Becoming, summed in soul.
In the mirror I see the wrinkles,
In the silver see your smile.
I see the outside in decline,
You only see inside, for awhile.
By Edlynn Nau
© May 11, 2016
In the land of tall buildings
I swim in the seas of suburban life
people and cars move as fish and waves
along with trends and expectations
sometimes stereotypes flood the city
causing people to drown into new ideas
copying one another
On the other hand,
I go against that flow
seeing no need to be brainwashed
into being identical to one another
because being myself
is truly an amazing thing
Keep me informed and tuned,
Before the curtains are downed.
I use to forget my dialogues in the script,
No matter how frequently I revisit.
A blank version occupies me all the way, Hard to get rid of it and able to say.
I can't recognise the written pattern,
Just copying things from the stolen version.
My days never payoff to their might,
Nights are less bright to lose their sight.