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Excuse
When I was a kid, I used to fight every week When you grow up in the hood, they think you weak You got square up and knock out some teeth
I keep distance
We were little. We played hide and seek, And ran around. We used to Pinch each other, Push each other, Wipe each other's tears.
Abel Johnson ThundilPublished 3 years ago in PoetsRome
Last week has not been really encouraging for 2021 ahead. I really wanted to detach myself from politics as much as possible, but in today’s world, it is not easy. The world became so small, that events happening miles away, can have, almost, physical impact on your life.
Vladimir FischerPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhat is identity?
What is identity? Well, I think it's being exactly who I want to be. A pretty rainbow; a colorful, strong, poised, beautiful arch. A free, lucid, living creation of the cosmos. Identity is your spirit, uncaged, unbound...free. That is, without society, or labels, to categorize or define me.
©I.M. "That Girl," Inure MusePublished 3 years ago in PoetsAnxiety, A Slam Poem
Anxiety, It’s butterflies in your stomach, Heart is beating 1000 miles a minute. Brain, 1000 thoughts. I’m nervous doing simple things,
Thoughts from my body
Thoughts from my body White white white red red red This time two weeks ago, I did leaps and pirouettes in my living room
To the Spirit or Demon Who May One Day Possess My Body
To the spirit or demon who may one day possess my body, I am sorry, truthfully. I'm sorry my bones creak, And pop,
Unbeknownst
Unbeknownst, This Love that you throw around like a frisbee. Use as a sheild to protect you from your Karma, like these Captains of America.
Joseph Shawn JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in PoetsEvoLove
Love is greatest, for it transforms everything, it is like streams of water. Like water, it is mutable. The power of love brings forth life, it creates.
Blackberries
The storm is starting to form outside of my window I sit and watch as the angry clouds form into their dark billowy masses
Reflections
When I look in the mirror I sometimes imagine looking at a young version of myself. I think about how naive, and blind she was.
Broken Sunshine
Her smile radiates warmth to others. She shines so bright to overcome the darkness that is crept into her heart. The pain does not diminish her; where it makes her stronger.
Lestin WilsonPublished 3 years ago in Poets