“Money”
Money, money
earn it honey
invest our bread
until we’re dead
we might get rich
but life’s a bi-ch
we may not find
another dime.
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Here’s a rework of my little poem:
“Money”
Money, money
earn it honey
invest our bread
until we’re dead
we might get rich
but life’s a bi-ch
we may not find
another dime
or hit it big
and dance a jig.
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what to write, what to say
what is what at the end of the…
what is right and what is wrong
who knows the tune to my favourite…
can you play or are you shy
my favourite food is a creamy cherry…
too little, too late
watch me run, watch me…
your turn lol
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In this half light
I feel my mind
Struggling to understand
The things inside
Upside down
Round and round
As the earth spins
So do I
The sunlight shines
The children play
But I see the monsters
In the light of day
We aren’t the same
You and me
…
Bit depressing but that’s what just came out 
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Love that poem!
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The use of old words 
I’m opening my little book
For tales of far and wide
I think myself an awful crook
For deeds that I did hide
For many reasons saintly he
Could be described at length
For other reasons outwardly
He lacks in moral strength
The night’s a time of many woes
Some placed upon the shelf
He vanquishes his many foes
And withdraws into himself
For many reasons not unkind
It is to think him sad
The recesses of his fragile mind
Are invariably glad
To know that one day we will all
In time it will be so
That shelves will topple from the wall
And strength will somehow grow
I fear a laughing rotten ear
Of opponents who think it tart
I’m reticent and somewhat queer
With matters of my simple heart
Wrote in 10min, a very unclear message, but the words rhymed
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On this angling slope
I felt a dope
I can only mope
And break apart
They call me madman
Eternally badman
"Not so sad man"
“Don’t even start”
Fearing a rupture
"Or maybe a rapture?"
In a line can I capture
And strike with the dart
Bad juices are flowing
Churning, bill-owing
Uncertainty growing
It begins to smart
The demons are weary
Consumed and dreary
Clearly I’m dearly
Forgotten and merely fearing
Ostensibly hearing of conflicted hearts
The last stanza was kind of messy I admit
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Ding dong
Here’s a song
Meg feels like a mong
Because she’s ill.
The end.
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I am a tree
The wind blows me
My roots deep
No one stops me
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I ended many of my poems by talking about the heart, I think that makes them sound more profound. I also used rhyme, which is considered somewhat archaic but I incorporated it because it is fun for the reader to read patterns. And I like thinking up rhyming words.
Poetry is fun I’ve learned today! You create a line of bs and everyone has to consider it like its real art. And you just keep wondering, “did that really just come out of my mind?!” Its like literary ejaculation in a way.
I also like the last 2 lines of the song Burgundy Years, I just loved the use of rhyme.
In time all heroes depart / there was hope once in my heart
So simple yet so profound, and the rhyme enhances it.
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all on the outside
never in
all on the outside
and deep within
all on the inside
never out
hidden depths
surface tension
whether out never in
or in never out
it is wholey as one
we are one
and one only
==========================
One on the inside,
Outside never in.
Contemplations of a broken heart
Divided by Sin.
Wracked with guilt
from a spotless mind,
Over blood spilt
from ones kind mind,
A sacrifice from where
light shined
and evil minded minds mimed
on broken stages throughout time.
this thread is pretty good 
i can feel everybody’s creative juices flowing keep it up man
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Great poems everyone! Here’s mine!
The earth shattered below her feet,
Icicles emerged from the hole beneath,
The trees surrounding her, mere skeletons,
Branches swaying and hissing in the wind,
Where the earth was once green,
Now only a glassy sheen can be seen,
The earth cracking and creaking at her feet,
Where the barren earth is not what it seems,
The winter begins to fold her in
An end or a beginning
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From the North he Came
With Fire and Fury
To wage War against injustice
Oh heavenly prince!
They call out thee name
Ibliz lord of Darkness
Set us free from our mortal bonds!
Ride fourth and conquer & liberate
Deliver to us our rightfully bounty
Oh Almighty half-God
In you there is the strength
of then thousandfold souls
Oh thy Forsaken fools
tremble in trepidation and fear
as judgement has come.
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After reading this thread and waking up
Consciousness clocks in, face back to the floor I spin, unwilling to except that this is really a win, generic morning ritual I begin, Well you see it takes me an hour or so, Spotify, press go, can’t skip the ad cause my card can’t be charged, who gets me out of bed today Motörhead or Mac Demarco need my morning combo, drink my coffee hot and smoke my ciggy slow, for my shower the same rules go, today’s emotional trajectory I don’t know, can’t forget my badge, it reads hello my name is Joe.
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i’m not keen on these types of things, very negative, i’m sorry you feel that way, is nothing else you could write about?
I won’t give up even if hell freezes over
Or if the heavens fall over
Even if the world burns away
Even if your far away
I will stand my ground
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thats a nice little fighting poems those are the best, thats how i started, writing poems like that, love it
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What a morning
It’s the cat’s morning
When you wake up before you open your eyes
The cat is waiting for breakfast
And you have no chance of brushing your teeth
Because his tail curls
And he walks between your legs
And howling
Until you gave him food
Because it’s the cat’s morning
meeauuuu
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Sheets of rain bear down
Rumble on a steel roof
In January
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