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BigVirge
Big Virge
Big Virge
Poem Published
Today 4:48am
Today 4:48am
"Expert" ... A Poem written by Big Virge 11/4/2017
Now I'm A Man of Words ...
But Am ... NO EXPERT ... !!!!!
On The Matters of The World ...
... Or How They Work ....
I Just Use Verse ...
To Show What I've Learned ...
From What I've Observed ...
About How People Move ...
And What They Will Choose ...
To Believe As Being TRUE ...
So Poetically My Expertise ...
Has Many Themes ...
And MANY Seams ... !!!!
And A CLEAR BELIEF ...
In Freedom of Speech ... !!!
But That DOESN'T Mean ...
That I Know EVERYTHING ... !!! ...
But Am ... NO EXPERT ... !!!!!
On The Matters of The World ...
... Or How They Work ....
I Just Use Verse ...
To Show What I've Learned ...
From What I've Observed ...
About How People Move ...
And What They Will Choose ...
To Believe As Being TRUE ...
So Poetically My Expertise ...
Has Many Themes ...
And MANY Seams ... !!!!
And A CLEAR BELIEF ...
In Freedom of Speech ... !!!
But That DOESN'T Mean ...
That I Know EVERYTHING ... !!! ...
#men
#relationships
#humankind
#ignorance
#acceptance
3 reads
0 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:02pm
Yesterday 10:02pm
Femininity
Femininity ...
This is not something that is given from nature,
but something that Nature gives if a woman is able to accept this Gift ...
Woman's nature is caring, tenderness, understanding, wisdom, sexual desire, energy of the night
A treasure. You can be beautiful. You can be wise. You can be sexy
You can be understanding. You can be gentle ... Mysterious ... But Femininity is something more
It's like Night. - You stand in the night, you look at the stars, you practically don't know anything about them,
but they seem to you the most dear, the most...
This is not something that is given from nature,
but something that Nature gives if a woman is able to accept this Gift ...
Woman's nature is caring, tenderness, understanding, wisdom, sexual desire, energy of the night
A treasure. You can be beautiful. You can be wise. You can be sexy
You can be understanding. You can be gentle ... Mysterious ... But Femininity is something more
It's like Night. - You stand in the night, you look at the stars, you practically don't know anything about them,
but they seem to you the most dear, the most...
#love
#women
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#passion
33 reads
10 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:56pm
Yesterday 9:56pm
Situation
Beyond the windows peak…
Reaks!
Usual snippets of thought
sought for understanding;
demanding attention to emotion.
Ocean of words;
birds drown.
Sounds sound in tone;
shone and dry.
Sigh... what makes your worthy?
Girthy spoken lyric?
Hear it, I do.
Who do you speak with
wordsmith; maybe I see.
Free your message.
Passage befallen;
callin' me to write.
Site sighted, you talking me?...
Reaks!
Usual snippets of thought
sought for understanding;
demanding attention to emotion.
Ocean of words;
birds drown.
Sounds sound in tone;
shone and dry.
Sigh... what makes your worthy?
Girthy spoken lyric?
Hear it, I do.
Who do you speak with
wordsmith; maybe I see.
Free your message.
Passage befallen;
callin' me to write.
Site sighted, you talking me?...
#inspirational
#WritersBlock
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#admiration
16 reads
2 Comments
Razzerleaf
Poem Published
10th Oct 2019 8:56pm
10th Oct 2019 8:56pm
Sawdust rings (Read by Northen_Soul)
I wanted the real photograph
not the straw bales
and candy apple faces.
The circus tents veil of glamour
soon returns to canvas and rope
as sticky children skip away,
trailing laughter.
I walk small amongst the closing down,
and creep my shadow on bill board walls
side tents glow behind busy glances.
The thin slit of a caravan door whispers
of a world not seen before.
She sits straight on a high back chair
smearing lines across her face,
high above the audience she climbs
each night...
not the straw bales
and candy apple faces.
The circus tents veil of glamour
soon returns to canvas and rope
as sticky children skip away,
trailing laughter.
I walk small amongst the closing down,
and creep my shadow on bill board walls
side tents glow behind busy glances.
The thin slit of a caravan door whispers
of a world not seen before.
She sits straight on a high back chair
smearing lines across her face,
high above the audience she climbs
each night...
#aging
#FeelingTrapped
162 reads
5 Comments
_feral
Poem Published
Yesterday 3:09pm
Yesterday 3:09pm
binsi
i still
see them
sitting
in mimicked
palaces
like corrupted
temples
boys
who never
dared
to draw a
tear
infront of
elders
girls
who never
tasted
air without
idle
chaperones
bound to
feet
wherever
they
walked
and
the ones
seeking out
a wind
that never
turns
up
see them
sitting
in mimicked
palaces
like corrupted
temples
boys
who never
dared
to draw a
tear
infront of
elders
girls
who never
tasted
air without
idle
chaperones
bound to
feet
wherever
they
walked
and
the ones
seeking out
a wind
that never
turns
up
#LifeStruggles
#culture
#tradition
12 reads
3 Comments
Academic
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:19pm
Yesterday 2:19pm
Piers Morgan: An odious cowardly bully and a racist misogynist; belatedly and justifiably getting his comeuppance!
By Stanley Collymore
Some bullies do their nasty
work incognito through
social media; others
regularly and malevolently
given both a platform and
the accompanying power
to them totally obviously
and solely irresponsibly;
simply to enhance their
staunch inadequacies
and rabidly festering
insecurities by these
key racist rightwing
owned - thoroughly
managed and fully
authorized, totally
Caucasian driven,
white supremacy
organized media ...
Some bullies do their nasty
work incognito through
social media; others
regularly and malevolently
given both a platform and
the accompanying power
to them totally obviously
and solely irresponsibly;
simply to enhance their
staunch inadequacies
and rabidly festering
insecurities by these
key racist rightwing
owned - thoroughly
managed and fully
authorized, totally
Caucasian driven,
white supremacy
organized media ...
#jealousy
#hate
#greed #denial
#greed #denial
9 reads
0 Comments
Alviola
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:24am
Yesterday 11:24am
The God of High Noon
I smell your existence, sometimes in the souls of leaves
rising from an invisible fire started and kept alive
by a neighbor, assigned by ritual to keep
a few square meters of the world tidy, I hear you
in the warbler in the shedding tree near my window.
I see your thinking as I wallow in the Saturday calm
of frozen trees, there are no children in the park,
'Udtong Daco', your sun claims the midpoint of the day
as unhealthy, makes the swing seats and slides
untouchable, keeps people indoors for the sake of sanity.
There is a slight...
rising from an invisible fire started and kept alive
by a neighbor, assigned by ritual to keep
a few square meters of the world tidy, I hear you
in the warbler in the shedding tree near my window.
I see your thinking as I wallow in the Saturday calm
of frozen trees, there are no children in the park,
'Udtong Daco', your sun claims the midpoint of the day
as unhealthy, makes the swing seats and slides
untouchable, keeps people indoors for the sake of sanity.
There is a slight...
#God
12 reads
5 Comments
ANATNOM_GNIREFFUS
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 9:27pm
25th Feb 2021 9:27pm
Modernity
You don't talk, you text
And when you find a partner
You just look for the next
You don't work
You network
And when your web collapses
You scramble around for another
Because you don't feel
You live in appeal that isn't real
And when you find a partner
You just look for the next
You don't work
You network
And when your web collapses
You scramble around for another
Because you don't feel
You live in appeal that isn't real
#technology
#culture
15 reads
2 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 9:08pm
25th Feb 2021 9:08pm
suicide skin’phonies in c minor
Strung at the throat, each
Sinew a symphony of strings
In the unforgiving space between skins.
Sinew a symphony of strings
In the unforgiving space between skins.
#universe
#music
#minimalist
35 reads
2 Comments
takis1917
Poem Published
9th Jan 2018 7:47pm
9th Jan 2018 7:47pm
In Between
Stood there
between the relative and the absolute
feeling time was running out
yet knowing
time never ends
just runs clockwise in circles.
The waiter arrived
unfolding a table and a chair
"Your table, sir!
Are you here for the baptism or the funeral?"
"What's today's special?"
"Tea, sir!
What is your pleasure?" said the waiter
and his breath caused an atmospheric chemical reaction
effecting the fall of the season's first snow flakes
"Terribly sorry, sir, I didn't mean to..."
...
between the relative and the absolute
feeling time was running out
yet knowing
time never ends
just runs clockwise in circles.
The waiter arrived
unfolding a table and a chair
"Your table, sir!
Are you here for the baptism or the funeral?"
"What's today's special?"
"Tea, sir!
What is your pleasure?" said the waiter
and his breath caused an atmospheric chemical reaction
effecting the fall of the season's first snow flakes
"Terribly sorry, sir, I didn't mean to..."
...
422 reads
6 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 11:53am
25th Feb 2021 11:53am
BIG FLORAL PARADISE
Large and Lush
Out of my dreams
Gouache on paper
Cold Pressed
Flowers make the man
Humble in my quest
Floral abstract
Hybrid and imaginary
Urban
Primal
Zen
Primitive
That's me
Out of my dreams
Gouache on paper
Cold Pressed
Flowers make the man
Humble in my quest
Floral abstract
Hybrid and imaginary
Urban
Primal
Zen
Primitive
That's me
#art
#culture
30 reads
14 Comments
_feral
Poem Published
25th Feb 2021 11:07am
25th Feb 2021 11:07am
battle jacket
i'm tired
of hearing
your venom
hissing to
gods
who believe
reaching heaven
means coughing
up gold coins
in forgiveness
as they
give thanks
to your iron
fists,
i'm tired
of hearing
contradicting
messages
speaking from
a silver tongue
worshipping
any man
paying a
look
as they
wreak havoc
inside four
walls,
i'm tired
of staring at
rough pavements
in the dark
revealing
every...
of hearing
your venom
hissing to
gods
who believe
reaching heaven
means coughing
up gold coins
in forgiveness
as they
give thanks
to your iron
fists,
i'm tired
of hearing
contradicting
messages
speaking from
a silver tongue
worshipping
any man
paying a
look
as they
wreak havoc
inside four
walls,
i'm tired
of staring at
rough pavements
in the dark
revealing
every...
#confessional
26 reads
3 Comments
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