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oskar
Poem Published
Today 9:01am
Today 9:01am
a grocer and dreamer
The Grocer and Dreamer
The local grocer calls his shop
The best supermarket in town
Although his shop is small
He has big dreams, sells jam
tinned beans, bananas, lemon
and chocolate cakes
He also sells local wine made
on a plot, run by his brother
In the morning, he has fresh
From a bakery that has few
Customers as it sells real bread
That is not packed in plastic
A big supermarket nearby
Will open soon
Our grocer, harassed by health
Inspectors every week sold
The shop to the new supermarket ...
The local grocer calls his shop
The best supermarket in town
Although his shop is small
He has big dreams, sells jam
tinned beans, bananas, lemon
and chocolate cakes
He also sells local wine made
on a plot, run by his brother
In the morning, he has fresh
From a bakery that has few
Customers as it sells real bread
That is not packed in plastic
A big supermarket nearby
Will open soon
Our grocer, harassed by health
Inspectors every week sold
The shop to the new supermarket ...
#admiration
#courage
#emotions
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
Today 1:38am
Today 1:38am
F Your Xenophobic Gulf Name
Gulf of MEXICO
No crazy man's renaming
in my 5th grade room
No crazy man's renaming
in my 5th grade room
#politics
#school
#culture #senryu
#culture #senryu
30 reads
4 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:24pm
Yesterday 9:24pm
Sticks, & Stones (WWIIII?)
We haven't yet peaked
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
When it comes to mankinds brutal
And destructive nature
(No nurturing)
It's lurking
Like a ticking time-bomb
There'll be no theories
About this big bang
As there'll be no-one around
To theorise
Any survivors
Will be to busy fighting mini wars
To have time to think
And when all the ammunition runs out
Those remaining
Will have to make do
With sticks, and stones.....
by Jemia
#apocalypse
#fate
#LifeCycle #war
#LifeCycle #war
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missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:10pm
Yesterday 9:10pm
The Last Post!
Posterior
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
by Jemia
post-poned
post haste
Post mortem
Post apocolyptic
Post traumatic!
The last post.....
by Jemia
#LifeCycle
#suffering
#war
19 reads
0 Comments
backdeckbenny
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:55pm
Yesterday 7:55pm
Don't think
I held the sun in my fingers
as I swallowed the universe.
An orange in my hand
a blueberry in my mouth.
Everything is in everything.
Can you not see that?
as I swallowed the universe.
An orange in my hand
a blueberry in my mouth.
Everything is in everything.
Can you not see that?
#universe
29 reads
4 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
The Brunt
Funny, how I am always to blame
for an unexpected disturbance
- a ripple in the routine
Whatever it might be
you come at me
and every single time
it sinks me
I've reasoned that whatever I do
or have done,
you will find a way
to punish me
You haven't been in my life
in many years,
but you still expect something from me
you are the chaos that robs the calm
If we didn't have a child,
I'd be long gone
but here I am
trapped in this limbo
having to endure
an attack almost...
for an unexpected disturbance
- a ripple in the routine
Whatever it might be
you come at me
and every single time
it sinks me
I've reasoned that whatever I do
or have done,
you will find a way
to punish me
You haven't been in my life
in many years,
but you still expect something from me
you are the chaos that robs the calm
If we didn't have a child,
I'd be long gone
but here I am
trapped in this limbo
having to endure
an attack almost...
#conflict
#manipulation
#relationships #SelfWorth
#relationships #SelfWorth
42 reads
3 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:41am
Yesterday 6:41am
Plastic Jesus
Plastic Jesus
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
The Lethe magic of
a blue spandex swirl
of bicycle shorts
Clothes the articles
Of her Declaration of Independence
From the torrential male reign
Of hurricane force designs
On her surrogate womb
For your thermonuclear embryos
Spun into mossy opium dream
Begat by prophetic voices yearning to be heard
By cloven tongued evangelists of Golgotha ...
#apocalypse
#lust
#religion
#sex
#women
33 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
Yesterday 4:27am
Yesterday 4:27am
Daydreams of a Barista
Daydreams of a Barista
Her mischievous smirk
Is a rosebud of lipstick
That she ties in a ribbon
Like a Valentine’s gift
For secret admirers
But the dark loam
Of her forest dreams
Are spun into mossy opium
When the aroma of cappuccino
Steams her into the heart of a coffee flower
And she blossoms like a note
Suspended in a Debussy dream
As her perennial rose
Is a syrinx in the nocturne of love
When her unquenchable fire
For the rich pageant of fabled lore
Turns into the magic of...
Her mischievous smirk
Is a rosebud of lipstick
That she ties in a ribbon
Like a Valentine’s gift
For secret admirers
But the dark loam
Of her forest dreams
Are spun into mossy opium
When the aroma of cappuccino
Steams her into the heart of a coffee flower
And she blossoms like a note
Suspended in a Debussy dream
As her perennial rose
Is a syrinx in the nocturne of love
When her unquenchable fire
For the rich pageant of fabled lore
Turns into the magic of...
#coffee
#magic
#mythology
#sensual
#women
33 reads
2 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
Yesterday 1:17am
Yesterday 1:17am
That They're There
Me, and my ears
Have 'special' relationship
In as much, as weve agreed
That i don't look at them
And likewise
They've agreed
Not to look at me!
They justb lurk there
Beneath my hair
So i'm left knowing
That they're there
Always
Listening to my every word!
Not only walls have ears
So do heads!
by Jemia
Have 'special' relationship
In as much, as weve agreed
That i don't look at them
And likewise
They've agreed
Not to look at me!
They justb lurk there
Beneath my hair
So i'm left knowing
That they're there
Always
Listening to my every word!
Not only walls have ears
So do heads!
by Jemia
#funny
#parody
#satirical #surreal
#satirical #surreal
31 reads
0 Comments
summultima
uma
uma
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 4:28pm
28th Jan 2025 4:28pm
~in the making’ a breaking new(s)
viz: dino
#evolution
#minimalist
57 reads
2 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
28th Jan 2025 3:27pm
Elitism rules, Ok...
They outlawed pollutants that were killing us
the Brits, Nineteen-Ninety-Three, Clean Air Act
which all but mean-spiriteds thought a plus,
And gave old folk a free pass for the bus
and, to some of the unwaged, these, are facts,
they outlawed pollutants that were killing us...
Free prescriptions were brought out, without fuss,
and child allowance had a great impact
which all but the mean-spirited thought a plus,
Kept tobacco stuff from kids, as one does,
went unleaded fuel cos our roads are, packed!
they outlawed...
the Brits, Nineteen-Ninety-Three, Clean Air Act
which all but mean-spiriteds thought a plus,
And gave old folk a free pass for the bus
and, to some of the unwaged, these, are facts,
they outlawed pollutants that were killing us...
Free prescriptions were brought out, without fuss,
and child allowance had a great impact
which all but the mean-spirited thought a plus,
Kept tobacco stuff from kids, as one does,
went unleaded fuel cos our roads are, packed!
they outlawed...
#rhyming
21 reads
2 Comments
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 1:18am
28th Jan 2025 1:18am
Tick Tock
Intellectual interactions that stretched miles
Inventor in the mind, praises by the inventions of the hands
Mileage by the success from the journey
Social reform movements are shaping the face of reality
A world of make believe, looking out to a world of cruelty, lies, betrayals, dreams, and disappointments
Political hypocrites always want to play the act of being the virtuous, innocent
The deeds of vile actions witnessed by open hearts, blind eyes, will always be devoid...
Inventor in the mind, praises by the inventions of the hands
Mileage by the success from the journey
Social reform movements are shaping the face of reality
A world of make believe, looking out to a world of cruelty, lies, betrayals, dreams, and disappointments
Political hypocrites always want to play the act of being the virtuous, innocent
The deeds of vile actions witnessed by open hearts, blind eyes, will always be devoid...
#philosophical
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
#TruthOfLife #wisdom
135 reads
2 Comments
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