Zillionth Poems | Examples


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i only do free verse

i only do free verse

     i rarely make exceptions

   ever since i learned about it in 5th grade

        i made a silent vow to myself 
     that i would utilize this new expression 
         at every opportunity 

    because,  you see
it is fun to rhyme, and it does take skill

        but it takes courage to write the word "courage"
   even if it doesn't rhyme with orange

       that's what it means to be an uncatchable individual
  raised to the zillionth power
if you understand what i mean

well, good for you, i guess

       complex are these colored wires 
   these are what plug our eyes to see the colors
      in the way that we understand the world

         even if it's a dull photodecadent shade of cold sepia
     or grainy footage of a mushroom cloud
           even if your "blue" doesn't rhyme with my sky

        as long as you try to talk about it, and don't beat yourself up, you can make a lot of cool things.

      it's not lazy. it's just life.
and life is art, isn't it?

think about it

Premium Member The Beauty of Silence Learned Over and Over

No one understands the beauty of being silent more than I.
I have learned the lesson so many times.
Over and over and over.
And yet, here I am,
Fuming mad.
The little angry
Dude inside 
Screaming for
Me to Right a
Wrong; not
My business
As usual.

Injustice will
Be the Death
Of me. Or at
Least the death
Of some of
My Opportunities.
I am 
Ready
To Scream
The Truth,
Maiming
Myself
With
My
Mouth
For the
Zillionth Time….

Zillionth Time

I wish I would have met you
when my heart would move
at the site of a tender colour
at dawn by a blooming flower.
before my gloomy past shadowed
my eyes later were clouded, 
I would have made an effort
to know you a little better.
with naive love embracing,
due to sleep depravation, thinking
would I have played a different part
If tomorrow I need not depart.
Among the million estranged
into wind I be shattered
to start all over again
zillionth time in pain.
Every time I change places
I am lost in the minds of mazes.


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