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Post by itsmagic on Jul 29, 2017 10:35:09 GMT
i hope
you feel better
i understand pain
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Post by itsmagic on Jul 30, 2017 17:21:33 GMT
i know
you feel the same way
now all we have to do is find each other
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Post by itsmagic on Jul 30, 2017 17:36:52 GMT
if i could
never tell you
the truth of how i feel
say it's not too late
if i never found
the right words to speak
feel them from my heart
see it in my eyes
if i were ever able
to show you
all i hold within
is more expansive than the stars
the truth of how much i love you
if only you were mine
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Post by itsmagic on Jul 30, 2017 19:13:02 GMT
More moronic poems from the resident moronic poet. you either need therapy or you are a psychopath or you are just deliberately mean and evil |
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Post by itsmagic on Jul 31, 2017 0:22:01 GMT
you either need therapy or you are a psychopath or you are just deliberately mean and evil I'm neither mean nor evil nor a psychopath. But I do think YOU need therapy, with these insipid "romantic" poems. They read like something a lovelorn old maid would write. we're all waiting for you to demonstrate your great skill at something creative. then you will give us some basis for comparison . instead you're proving my point about someone who is mean. ( a few readers have expressed appreciation ) |
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Post by itsmagic on Jul 31, 2017 3:29:45 GMT
remember
the day
where
everything
was determined
by the
next
moment
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Post by itsmagic on Jul 31, 2017 3:34:41 GMT
were you
as a moon
in starry skies
stirred restless
as my soul
on darkened paths
i am without you
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Post by itsmagic on Jul 31, 2017 4:06:33 GMT
my heart
knew
i could trust you
and yearned
to know more
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Post by naterdawg on Jul 31, 2017 5:08:27 GMT
i know
i'm wasting space
but that's only
if you sit on my face
u are the moon
i is the starz
i am made of green cheeze
and so are my poems |
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Post by louise on Jul 31, 2017 5:51:03 GMT
Reading through this I'm a bit confused now. is there a woman in your life at the moment, or is this just what you wish for after your marriage went wrong? Are your kids all right?
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Post by itsmagic on Aug 1, 2017 3:29:23 GMT
in all this
hope
and keep believing
better things
are yet to come
don't let the storms
of darkness frighten
tomorrow
brings a brighter day
with each new dawn
birds sing before
light removes the night
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Post by naterdawg on Aug 1, 2017 17:13:31 GMT
more insipid poems
about a broken heart
when really all I care about
is finding a place to fart
i don't believe in capitals
because I wanna be cool
and yes, I know it makes me look
just like a thilly fool |
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Post by naterdawg on Aug 1, 2017 18:17:34 GMT
see the dryer lint
why does it gather?
like my pain
Or would you rather...
sit on a brick or a big hard
dick is my friend
he says i am full of sh...
shaving cream, shaving cream,
shave every day, and you'll always be clean. |
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Post by naterdawg on Aug 1, 2017 21:07:54 GMT
in all this
soap
keep believing
better washings
are yet to come
don't let the storms
of darkness keep you
from hanging out your laundry
tomorrow
brings a brighter day
with each new dawn
remember
birds crap before
light removes the night
the end |
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Post by naterdawg on Aug 1, 2017 21:11:34 GMT
serenity
blissful serenity
when this goddamned itching
stops
that's what I get for
doing it on the floor
in a dumpy tenement in yemen
so, take heed
don't follow my lead
unless you want an itchiness
that knows no scratching |
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Post by Admin on Aug 1, 2017 23:21:20 GMT
More moronic poems from the resident moronic poet. I'm neither mean nor evil nor a psychopath. But I do think YOU need therapy, with these insipid "romantic" poems. They read like something a lovelorn old maid would write. This is a message board, the last time I knew...not a place for your to promote your amateur poetry. Sheesh. Easy there, naterdawg . If the man wants to post poetry here, he can post poetry here. If you don't like it, I recommend utilizing the block function if you are otherwise unable to employ self-control by simply ignoring his posts on your own. |
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Post by Salzmank on Aug 1, 2017 23:45:01 GMT
i know
i'm wasting space
but that's only
if you sit on my face
u are the moon
i is the starz
i am made of green cheeze
and so are my poems And Chesterton said poets never write about cheese... |
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Post by naterdawg on Aug 2, 2017 0:27:20 GMT
I've decided to post poetry of my own. Thanks!
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Post by naterdawg on Aug 2, 2017 18:35:33 GMT
please don't
touch me there
i am very sensitive
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Post by naterdawg on Aug 3, 2017 17:09:19 GMT
fewhds...are never about hate
fewhds...are about pain |
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