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People now and people back then

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ThaSeductress
Twisted Dreamer
Jamaica
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Poetry Contest

Describe, compare, highlight and compare who people were some years ago and they are now
Get creative in writing your poems it can be whatever you want but let the readers be entertained as also to get incites of your views of the difference of people now and people back then their thinking, actions,lifestyle, fashion etc
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UnknownEmo
Goes Without Saying
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United States
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Excuse me,
Have I met you?
I thought I'd seen that face before
But never did it droop and sag
I must have the wrong person.

I'm not sure though,
That voice...
It cracks and groans at all the right moments
But the person I'm looking for has a more generic tone
I'm surely mistaking you.

Wait,
You're just as tall as they are.
I swear you're like a giant next to me
But the way you're slouching doesn't fit the criteria
I guess we'll never know.

One last thing,
What's your name?
Because the person I'm looking for could say it with pride
They knew they were something special

"Rob-ert"

Oh,
No.
I'm sorry but I'm looking for "Robert."

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SatansSperm
Dangerous Mind
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grandpa laughed
when I thought a record player was a real good athlete
& an 8 track
was where the horses ran
& a Polaroid
was hemorrhoids on Eskimos
& I laughed
when he thought a cell phone
was that one call you got
when you went to jail
& when he tried to buy stamps
to send e mail
& that 1080p
was not some form of tire pressure
but man
we both love
whiskey..a good cigar
& that girl that bends over
a little more than she needs to
to tie her shoe every time she sees us
....somethings never change


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poetryaccident
Fire of Insight
United States
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Dream of Another Life

I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
By my side in the wistful thoughts
of one who knows the best was loss.
There was the day I would have left
my world behind to be by your side.
That day came and went with timing
that placed us both on other paths.

Our story began many years ago,
in this breadth I see something true.
The years apart are few in compare
to the pleasure we both enjoyed.
Still I wonder what will come to be,
was that happy past just a fad?
I think back to what used to be,
and ponder a future foretold.

We both met when we were younger,
you more so with me the elder.
Our paths then crossed and latched,
joined together as decades passed.
You grew older and so did I,
this did not lessen the connection felt.
Dreams were hatched in longing hearts,
of things that would be if life changed.

You're the only one with whom I
would have a child in love shared.
What is this manifest desire
to produce a life with you alone?
You, me, and baby would make more
with the children you had from before.
Each loved because they are part of you,
precious ones that I would adore.

A conjunction of love did present,
meeting of bodies one last time.
An opportunity to both exclaim
the way our lives should progress.
The dice were cast, gamble was lost,
when another player took the field.
I'll not begrudge the choices made,
there was more than love at hand.

Hearts became tied with knots of loss,
commitments made along the way,
revelations of God's base desires,
these trumped a life past dreamt.
Our lives parted paths in the woods,
each road leading separate ways.
Others supported this turn of fate
even as tears rose to my eyes.

Others now remind me of you,
but they are a poor substitute.
They are not the one I loved,
the one to which I would commit.
The years grow short as winter sets,
twilight drawing on human lives.
You are far while my tears are near,
wheels turn and still I dream of you.

You may never see these bold words,
and still I tell them from my heart.
Casting them out as spilled ink
reveals the marks set in my soul.
I do dream of another life,
the one in which you are my wife.
This passion is my reality,
a cruel twist of this mortal time.

Is dreaming enough when they fade?
Illusions twisted to past memories,
a future held captive to reality,
where is my dream of another life?
I would dream of another life,
the one in which you were my wife.
Where is my dream of another life?

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eswaller
Fire of Insight
United States
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Confident Woman

The girl who used to run away
And now she has the sway
In her hips as she walks
Towards the problem that blocks
Her path. Her confidence, rising
Up stronger and downsizing
Her nerves. She is now a woman
On a mission. She is still human.
Her cracks and imperfections do
Not define her. She has the top view,
No longer afraid of heights.
She handles all of her difficult fights
And challenges head on. She is strong.
She is not afraid of getting lost in the throng
Of people and crowds anymore.
She has so much more to explore.

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ThaSeductress
Twisted Dreamer
Jamaica
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SatansSperm said:grandpa laughed
when I thought a record player was a real good athlete
& an 8 track
was where the horses ran
& a Polaroid
was hemorrhoids on Eskimos
& I laughed
when he thought a cell phone
was that one call you got
when you went to jail
& when he tried to buy stamps
to send e mail
& that 1080p
was not some form of tire pressure
but man
we both love
whiskey..a good cigar
& that girl that bends over
a little more than she needs to
to tie her shoe every time she sees us
....somethings never change

perfectly executed

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wallyroo92
Fire of Insight
United States
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From Now and Then

Though I won’t name names,
Some have changed and others, well…
As cliché as it may sound,
They really have stayed the same.

Those who took a turn for the worst,
Headed down a road to perdition,
Even by their own admission,
They fucked up somewhere along the way,
While others found a path of salvation,
And spread the gospel like wildfire,
Preaching and teaching about doomsday.

Some extroverts reverted onto themselves,
Became introverts and haven’t been seen since.
Some of the shy ones became famous,
And now they’re busy living the life,
Hardly having the privacy or time,
I guess fame sometimes has its drawbacks.

Some of the most outgoing became educators,
Their personalities fit well into this trade,
It seems they knew back then what they wanted to be,
Now they’re doing a great service for their communities.

Others are still trying to redefine themselves,
Sort of reinventing themselves as they say,
They’re a constant work in progress,
Without really much of the evidence,
But they’re still pretty much at home.

And some have gone to live their dreams,
Embracing life as if it’s the ultimate paradise,
Like heaven on earth with every breath they take,
A vision seen with the mind and not the eyes,
With aspirations that are just as contagious,
As optimism should be.

Most of them became surgeons,
Healing hearts and minds
That others broke or shattered,
Because through their kind
And simple gestures,
They’ve helped others mend.
And those are the differences,
From now and then.

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SatansSperm
Dangerous Mind
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thank you for this award I shall place it on my virtual trophy shelf behind glass so gramps doesn't try to use it as a bowling pin like the others...lol

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