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Bria Thomas Poem
Weapons blasting all through the night
All dying for their country is worth the fight
Raging on and on into the night
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A poet can write :
Poems
Of
Every
Topic
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roses are red
violets are purple
pull up your pants
do the urkel
dance until
the moon comes out
learn the words
let them out
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my school would be for kids only
everyone would be a friend, so no one would be lonely
my school would have pizza everyday for lunch
and french toast for brunch
my school would have no classes
and no dorky kids with weird glasses
my school would be very cool
no one would be cruel
if only i could make some kind of deal
so my school could be real
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Water falls all the way down
Swoosh,swoosh
Breaking everything in it's path
Crack,crack
I am the waterfall
Swoosh,crack.swoosh
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the world without martin Luther king
my life without my mom's wedding ring
radio without songs
doorbell without dingdongs
teles without phones
bodies without bones
poems without rhymes
clocks with times
rulers without measures
maps without treasures
shoes without feet
songs without a beat
snakes without scales
dogs without tails
t.v. without shows
feet without toes
babies without whines
gold without mines
a watch without numbers
a club without members
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we were close
closer than most
i liked you
you liked me
why weren't we
meant to be
in the end
you were just a friend
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red is the color of anger
red is the color of a raging bull
red is the color of a healthy heart
red is the color of a rebel
red is the color of a leader
red is the color of me
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Eneryone's crying
So many dying
Cracks of the whip
Echo in their ears
Loved one's taken,beaten,and threatened
Long hours
Working all day,all night
Working for nothing
With no way out
The slave
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