Poems About Culture by New Members
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Poems about culture by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Inkognito
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 3:18am
9th Jul 2019 3:18am
Comprehension
Can anyone relate to these poems?
Or am I writing blindly?
I am hopeless as I try to raise a child in this God-forsaken environment.
I can't lie, in fact he's not my son. He's my little brother.
When we became orphans I took over the responsibility for him.
I was fifteen when I met Malcolm, no parents, no income, no job to get. I was ignorant and desperate. The money was easy but the burden I carry. It has never been worth it.
Can you imagine?
Do you believe me?
Can you relate?
Or is the reality too hard to acknowledge?
I was...
Or am I writing blindly?
I am hopeless as I try to raise a child in this God-forsaken environment.
I can't lie, in fact he's not my son. He's my little brother.
When we became orphans I took over the responsibility for him.
I was fifteen when I met Malcolm, no parents, no income, no job to get. I was ignorant and desperate. The money was easy but the burden I carry. It has never been worth it.
Can you imagine?
Do you believe me?
Can you relate?
Or is the reality too hard to acknowledge?
I was...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#culture
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Inkognito
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 3:18am
9th Jul 2019 3:18am
Comprehension
Can anyone relate to these poems?
Or am I writing blindly?
I am hopeless as I try to raise a child in this God-forsaken environment.
I can't lie, in fact he's not my son. He's my little brother.
When we became orphans I took over the responsibility for him.
I was fifteen when I met Malcolm, no parents, no income, no job to get. I was ignorant and desperate. The money was easy but the burden I carry. It has never been worth it.
Can you imagine?
Do you believe me?
Can you relate?
Or is the reality too hard to acknowledge?
I was...
Or am I writing blindly?
I am hopeless as I try to raise a child in this God-forsaken environment.
I can't lie, in fact he's not my son. He's my little brother.
When we became orphans I took over the responsibility for him.
I was fifteen when I met Malcolm, no parents, no income, no job to get. I was ignorant and desperate. The money was easy but the burden I carry. It has never been worth it.
Can you imagine?
Do you believe me?
Can you relate?
Or is the reality too hard to acknowledge?
I was...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#culture
16 reads
0 Comments
Inkognito
Poem Published
9th Jul 2019 3:18am
9th Jul 2019 3:18am
Comprehension
Can anyone relate to these poems?
Or am I writing blindly?
I am hopeless as I try to raise a child in this God-forsaken environment.
I can't lie, in fact he's not my son. He's my little brother.
When we became orphans I took over the responsibility for him.
I was fifteen when I met Malcolm, no parents, no income, no job to get. I was ignorant and desperate. The money was easy but the burden I carry. It has never been worth it.
Can you imagine?
Do you believe me?
Can you relate?
Or is the reality too hard to acknowledge?
I was...
Or am I writing blindly?
I am hopeless as I try to raise a child in this God-forsaken environment.
I can't lie, in fact he's not my son. He's my little brother.
When we became orphans I took over the responsibility for him.
I was fifteen when I met Malcolm, no parents, no income, no job to get. I was ignorant and desperate. The money was easy but the burden I carry. It has never been worth it.
Can you imagine?
Do you believe me?
Can you relate?
Or is the reality too hard to acknowledge?
I was...
#LifeStruggles
#TruthOfLife
#culture
16 reads
0 Comments
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
a cat in our neighborhood.
there’s a cat in our neighborhood
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
#friendship
#cats
#freedom #culture
#freedom #culture
29 reads
2 Comments
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
a cat in our neighborhood.
there’s a cat in our neighborhood
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
#friendship
#cats
#freedom #culture
#freedom #culture
29 reads
2 Comments
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
a cat in our neighborhood.
there’s a cat in our neighborhood
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
#friendship
#cats
#freedom #culture
#freedom #culture
29 reads
2 Comments
BobbyEdwards
Skeets
Skeets
Poem Published
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
13th Jul 2019 7:20pm
a cat in our neighborhood.
there’s a cat in our neighborhood
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
he belongs to no one,
everyone belongs to him.
he visits me once a week or so,
stretches on the couch,
slowly winks,
demands to be petted.
sometimes we watch Fellini
movies and yawn together.
he arrives with cool nights
to snore loud rhythmic purrings ...
#friendship
#cats
#freedom #culture
#freedom #culture
29 reads
2 Comments
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