Peace through Poetry

Helping others is how I find my peace I smother the needy piece by piece Decreasing the hate, packing love in the creases Helping minds become at ease in the winter by giving fleeces. Cease all the greed because there are people who need There are individuals that would do anything to feed on the […]

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Uphill Battle

I look out at the world and see All kinds of people roaming aimlessly. Free, and confused on what to do Not sure of which routes to pursue. Brewing up a storm of mistakes Rattling earths mysteries like an earthquake. Making history while asleep, and awake Going through heartache and heartbreak. Making the best of […]

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Throwing Away Money

I choose which watch that I want to wear today While I sip my morning scotch, preparing for may Saying the April showers will bring may flowers Has no power of taking the sour taste from my mouth this hour. Louder and Louder I begin to think negative thoughts Sought out to spot the things […]

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Poetry about Greed

Let me start by saying, this is not my normal poetry related post. I love writing poems, but sometimes I have to vent about the meaning of my poetry. The reason I love to write, or type, is because it enables me to express my feelings, which can be shared and archived for the future. […]

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Lying

I’ll briefly describe the pain that I feel When I look inside my plentiful bank till I still face the struggle of giving If someone asks for money, I start fibbing Living as if my money hasn’t grown I’m lying, and it aches to the bone I’ve thrown it away with most of my play Hoping the […]

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This Dollar

I compromise my loyal side when I see the broke, and start to hide This dollar can go a long way I can eat, laugh, and play. I want more so why would I give? Why is my life more important to live? I’ve thought it out and I guess I’m wrong Living this way […]

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Watching

Force my eyes to strangely watch this world coarse with lies, tangles, and swirls Wrapped up in the greed for money Adapting more than you need aint’ funny Runny noses sniveling on the street Sunny, hot cement, and no shoes on their feet Treat yourself, but treat those souls Seat your wealth toward better goals Ghouls […]

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