Short Dirtiness Poems
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Everyday I wake, I bathe in the river Jordan: taking with me the dirtiness from the yesterdays. Repeating the same sins, that were never washed clean. Reenacting the past and all its ways.
Why people are selfish,
why people are stylish,
Why they are on high tower,
Is that because of useless power,
Whenever their mind is gonna be wash,
They usually interrupt and say Gosh!
Dirtiness has stuck on their minds in big chain,
whom high power detergents could also n't strain.
Queens with long velvet hair
hear them scream in a twilight
as their hearts torn from their chests,
left to rot in a place that the Devil would never go near
and God looks down and nothing happens,
those once beautiful Queens with long velvet hair
lay prone in filth and dirtiness
of what love left for them.
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let us richly grow the word
deep in the hearts of the world
our being the ripened seed of seen
planted in wide acceptance therein
to bloom the one, his come and call
in fruitful yields he longs of all
not microphones tilling tares across
of sundays' spill in sows of dross
much sowing, much growing, what is to see?
dread dirtiness in laughs of hurt mockery
so, let's sow ourselves true of the word
and what true change come upon the world
OUR HOMELAND
We cross the waters of
Our great big homelands
With the beauty of the rocks
To the trees and the seas
Together joined as one
Nation we can do what
Is right and give a helping
Hand and to understand
Our earth is our home
We all should do our part
To keep from the dirtiness
And from falling apart
So people of the world
Please don’t run and hide
Help our homelands keep
Clean while showing pride
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Under the sun,
nothing i love like the city,
and nothing i hate like it,
the store of everything.
Life in the city,
it's full of cry,
gambling and lies,
when ever you reach.
The city is sweet,
but sometimes hot,
that makes us cry,
the poor and the rich.
Everything you buy,
depends on how,
the heaviness of your pocket is!
if it's weak,
you keep on starve.
Not only that,
but noise in the city,
disturbs everything!
dirtiness and poverty,
makes it bad.