Poems About the Power Of Words Seeking Friendly Advice
#PowerOfWords
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It’s dank outside today
It’s dank inside my heart too
the isolation I’ve created is impenetrable
the lack of self love has beaten me senseless
self loathing will be the death of me…
It’s dank inside my heart too
the isolation I’ve created is impenetrable
the lack of self love has beaten me senseless
self loathing will be the death of me…
#PowerOfWords
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Three thoughts before getting out of bed.
1.
Homeless with a roof over your head
Horny with pussy there in your bed
Hungry with meatloaf there on your bread
Alive and still breathing but notionally dead.
2
I'm getting hard as I write this
I don't want the slow dance today
I want to tear your panties off
No kissing, no gentleness
I want to throw you on the bed
With no desire for head
I just want my hunger to plunge
Violently in and out of you
I don't want to care if you cum
It's about me today
Five minutes of selfishness and greed ...
Homeless with a roof over your head
Horny with pussy there in your bed
Hungry with meatloaf there on your bread
Alive and still breathing but notionally dead.
2
I'm getting hard as I write this
I don't want the slow dance today
I want to tear your panties off
No kissing, no gentleness
I want to throw you on the bed
With no desire for head
I just want my hunger to plunge
Violently in and out of you
I don't want to care if you cum
It's about me today
Five minutes of selfishness and greed ...
#lust
#myself
#PowerOfWords
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Yellow Ribbon
If we said we miss you
would that be enough?
Would you bring back your
gift of words
and let us once again
enter your world
not as participants,
that's your pleasure,
that's your pain,
but as carers of damaged souls.
So much
in so few words
entire books written
between the lines, your lines.
A life story told,
with such honesty and
imagined somewhere among
the neurones and synapses of
those that read.
Us, the carers of damaged souls.
The ones whose breath was taken by...
would that be enough?
Would you bring back your
gift of words
and let us once again
enter your world
not as participants,
that's your pleasure,
that's your pain,
but as carers of damaged souls.
So much
in so few words
entire books written
between the lines, your lines.
A life story told,
with such honesty and
imagined somewhere among
the neurones and synapses of
those that read.
Us, the carers of damaged souls.
The ones whose breath was taken by...
#PowerOfWords
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library
the books
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
standing
orderly
in their
shelves,
each with
their own
identity,
each day
some travel,
but come
morning,
they are
all
once again
quiet and
at home.
#books
#freedom
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
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Love Letters
I suddenly thought
Where's my beloved dictionary gone?
Maybe
Ive literally
Digested it
(Along with eating my 'own' words!)
Perhaps
Out of revenge
For that time
It tripped me over
Or
I tripped over it (the jury is still out....)
Anyway,
I was nearly lost for words!
(I was once lost for worlds
But that's another story....)
L love letters
As words would be lost
Without them
by Jemia
Where's my beloved dictionary gone?
Maybe
Ive literally
Digested it
(Along with eating my 'own' words!)
Perhaps
Out of revenge
For that time
It tripped me over
Or
I tripped over it (the jury is still out....)
Anyway,
I was nearly lost for words!
(I was once lost for worlds
But that's another story....)
L love letters
As words would be lost
Without them
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
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a fable
A fable
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
I flew high, but it was hot, my wings were tired
when spotting a well sat on the rim of the well
saw my reflection; yes, I was beautiful, but
noticed a dark shadow behind me
pushing me into the well and looking up
Evil had gone
clawed myself to the top, the Evil sat by the fireside
my talons scratched its eyes out
Evil ran outside, cooling his dead eyes in falling
I'm a silky bird with golden feathers
The evil scream bore man's suffering
Wisdom lost there was a land that had golden sand
lemon trees and jubilant...
#MyInspiration
#passion
#PowerOfWords
#reading
#WritersBlock
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Unwritten
Unwritten
Tome
within
a
tomb
Lies
unread,
inside
a
womb
Words
as
yet,
unborn
by Jemia
Tome
within
a
tomb
Lies
unread,
inside
a
womb
Words
as
yet,
unborn
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
#philosophical #PowerOfWords
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Busy At Heists!
The Cat Holic, was addicted to cats
The Protest Ant
Was anti Cat Holics
The Cat Holics
Considered that the Protest Ants
Were pants
And reciprocated
Their mutual dislike
Meanwhile...
Bank robbers, and the like
Didn't like either the Cat Holics
Nor the Protest Ants
But didn't have time for such shenanigans
As they were busy At Heists
by Jemia
The Protest Ant
Was anti Cat Holics
The Cat Holics
Considered that the Protest Ants
Were pants
And reciprocated
Their mutual dislike
Meanwhile...
Bank robbers, and the like
Didn't like either the Cat Holics
Nor the Protest Ants
But didn't have time for such shenanigans
As they were busy At Heists
by Jemia
#identity
#LifeAsAWriter
#PowerOfWords #satirical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
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Voices
There are
Voices I miss:
Sir Christopher Lee;
Sean Connery;
Paul Harvey;
Anthony Bourdain;
and
James Earl Jones;
Voices grander than
This meager span,
And yet whispered
“You’re not alone”
Voices I miss:
Sir Christopher Lee;
Sean Connery;
Paul Harvey;
Anthony Bourdain;
and
James Earl Jones;
Voices grander than
This meager span,
And yet whispered
“You’re not alone”
#dialogue
#PowerOfWords
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Ink Think
Upon purchasing a pack of ten pens
As yet unused
I began wondering
What i'd write with these ink spillers
As the fluid, stains the paper
Letters knitted
And oft times knotted
Forged together
As my thoughts are transferred
Down my arm
Into my fingers holding the pen
Containing the ink
That now spills
Onto the virgin vellum
As a myriad of words
Perform a ballet, across the page
Trippingly
cascading
Into a wild dance
Of pirouetting wonder
by Jemia
As yet unused
I began wondering
What i'd write with these ink spillers
As the fluid, stains the paper
Letters knitted
And oft times knotted
Forged together
As my thoughts are transferred
Down my arm
Into my fingers holding the pen
Containing the ink
That now spills
Onto the virgin vellum
As a myriad of words
Perform a ballet, across the page
Trippingly
cascading
Into a wild dance
Of pirouetting wonder
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords
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Wonderful You
You lift my spirits when I’m down
Your friendship means the world to me
You’re the light in the sky
The dark fantasies I don’t hide
You know what I desire
How to tame me
How to let me roam free
Your words captivate
You know just how to get my attention
How to let my mind play
And you live a world away
Our friendship will never see the light of day
Perhaps that’s why it works so well
You did what I could never imagine
You sent poem number one thousand today
Who does that?
The man who’s heart knows mine, that’s who...
Your friendship means the world to me
You’re the light in the sky
The dark fantasies I don’t hide
You know what I desire
How to tame me
How to let me roam free
Your words captivate
You know just how to get my attention
How to let my mind play
And you live a world away
Our friendship will never see the light of day
Perhaps that’s why it works so well
You did what I could never imagine
You sent poem number one thousand today
Who does that?
The man who’s heart knows mine, that’s who...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#friendship
#gratitude
#happiness
#PowerOfWords
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Sensibility, And Sense?
There's sense
In nonsense
Otherwise
The nonsense becomes
Nonsensical
And senseless
Thus to have nonsense
Sense has to be
An omnipresense kind of sense
So although there is sense
In nonsense
There is no real sense at all....
by Jemia
In nonsense
Otherwise
The nonsense becomes
Nonsensical
And senseless
Thus to have nonsense
Sense has to be
An omnipresense kind of sense
So although there is sense
In nonsense
There is no real sense at all....
by Jemia
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
#PowerOfWords #satirical
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