Short Dirts Poems

experimenting with
eloquence of the mind
washed clothes in the dryer
observing your dirts flow out
black and red foaming remnants
of an unborn flower croco-
dile tears salty water...

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Once a time,upon itself,
Joshua accessed the world shelf.
Worn out papers,dirts and birds are it contents.
He closed back: cos none can him content.
Then he goes on opening other shelfs.
c.2017...

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rags of cloud top the wind,
a dirt of wind turns your face;
arranged,
a pace of cloud dirts your face,
the top of wind rags your pace,
the lines, now, for you...

your face a pace of rain,
the wind a race of dirt....

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The shy sky sends rumours of a dustfall,
More murmurs of the impending clouds’ brawl.
The least swirls of dust unleashed ceased the light,
It roars for hours from town center with fright,
Staining gowns brown and making dirts dusty.
The morons, like iron, became rusty....

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                               Your hobby is to kill my joy,
                       Each of the bullet you fire hurts. 
                    But whatever your ploy.
              I'll always clear your dirts.
             I'm made strong to last.
          Try even more hard,
          My mind is fast.
          Ever on guard....

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wherever you go 
 millons of mile away from home  
   do not say yes when you mean to say no

friends may fly away
 and foes may come your way
   do not say yes when you mean no to say

dirts may dent your eyes 
 and grey turns the blessed skies
   do not delight in telling lies

hope may frown at you 
 and fear compasses you
   do not paint a lie to be true....

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Beautiful falls
Seems perfect
The water falls
Like string clouds
Form a hissing sound
I was there looking
Sitting in one of its stone
Relaxing, observing
What do I do more
Than going into knee water
And feel nature in wet form
Life with waterfall
Is cleansing, purifying
From dirts of wordly thoughts
And refreshing to soul-searching
Once rejuvinate back to where
Life begins so on and so forth....

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I'M a Poet

Listen! I'm a poet,cause
I'm got many hurts
From them ,never want to lose
So, I leave false dirts.

And pick up pen to express,
Never abuse them ,
I write to their happiness,
Pray, with saying their name.

Alright,I don't love like a poet,
I'M a poet who loves you!
And that love more great
Than a poet whom know you.

Remember! loyalty exist in pain,
Pain in me ,my love is y'ur real gain.
...

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butterfights
on butterfly'd
stopping goodbyes
without saying
i has a song
not in your garden 
long time you spent
washing all the dirts
evidence

"let miss thang be in control"
just as long as she's around

"but the old dead tree!"
what about it?
"it is gonna squish my house"
so your not protected?
"your right i should use my words"
yes i am right
that crooked witch uses the whips
and controls that switch
she the welfare wizards...

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