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The Dude and the Politician
See the hopping of the dude, I think he's angry at the frankenfood. He finds it hard to see the crocodile, Overshadowed by the dreamy aisle.
By Dipsion Neupane5 years ago in Poets
The Jockey and the Politician
See the squealing of the jockey, I think he's angry at the iwasaki. He finds it hard to see the stone, Overshadowed by the clucking groan.
By Bishnu Bhandari5 years ago in Poets
Scent and Flower
ied breath, steering the silver song in flight ied breath, steering the silver song in flight Och! Sweet saffron voice that golden's my day
By Huzaifa Malik5 years ago in Poets
Two metaphors
2/4/2017 Why do I always have trouble writing consistent number 2s? What is so complex about a half drawn 3, half of 4? An integer that is complete in itself, but made of two ones and learned at the age of it’s value. A semicircle and a 45 degree angle. A simple squiggle and a line.
By Jasmine 5 years ago in Poets
Memories
“Red stool tops Red faces Pink noses Pink laces Recalling colors of the past And burnt fingertips Lighting fireplaces,
By Sierra Katherina5 years ago in Poets
I don't know what to name this. I guess it's random ramblings. Worlds imagined. Torn and all.
The cherry blossoms were making her sneeze. She had allergies. He captured her face right before she fell asleep similar to Snow White. With the only difference that she was put to sleep by the scent of the flowery tree. He knew this would happen. Just like Jean-Baptise Grenouille from "Perfume: The story of a murderer", he too was going to capture the girl's scent. She reached to stop the capture. But it was too late, the sleep was going to be too deep. "I think I dream of you!", she whispered gently as her woozy face fell in his arms. He said: "There, there, little one, this dream is your last one..."
By Annaelle Artsy5 years ago in Poets
Labor, Life and Dreams
One No, you haven't come into my life Only left a piece of piano in the peach forest The moment when you wandered
By khancarpenter5 years ago in Poets
Teenage years
I also had my youthful days In the days of light sorrow Humming the most relaxing song I can't forget the bicycle that carried me
By neymarhart5 years ago in Poets
The Power of Confidence
Self-confidence Is the fire that never ends Light up the lamp of future Shine brightly on all continents Shine through the world
By dudleywoodward5 years ago in Poets
Mutatis Mutandis
Here is a tale for children and their grannies: There was a fool, a man who'd had his chances But missed them, somehow; lost them, just for fancies,
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
The Lay Of The Motor-Car
We're away! and the wind whistles shrewd In our whiskers and teeth; And the granite-like grey of the road Seems to slide underneath.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets
Locksley Hall
Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet 't is early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Poets