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Friends tie their purse with a cobweb thread.
The Cobweb
A few minutes ago, I stepped onto the deck
of the house. From there I could see and hear the water,
and everything that's happened to me all these years.
It was hot and still. The tide was out.
No birds sang. As I leaned against the railing
a cobweb touched my forehead.
It caught in my hair. No one can blame me that I turned
and went inside. There was no wind. The sea
was dead calm. I hung the cobweb from the lampshade.
Where I watch it shudder now and then when my breath
touches it. A fine thread. Intricate.
Before long, before anyone realizes,
I'll be gone from here.
Anonymous submission.
poem by Raymond Clevie Carver
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The Thread
Something is very gently,
invisibly, silently,
pulling at me-a thread
or net of threads
finer than cobweb and as
elastic. I haven't tried
the strength of it. No barbed hook
pierced and tore me. Was it
not long ago this thread
began to draw me? Or
way back? Was I
born with its knot about my
neck, a bridle? Not fear
but a stirring
of wonder makes me
catch my breath when I feel
the tug of it when I thought
it had loosened itself and gone.
poem by Denise Levertov
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For The Reader
Thier tortured soul will climb into this blind
And thier words will mingle with mine
In thier mind, they'll think of the ideals
A shride of pride for this moment in time,
When our mind's eye do intertwine
And everything clicks for a mild moment
The humor will bring them up, though they're never really down
Smiles pound thier heart from the inside out
They'll pry and try to get inside, behind these battered eyes
This person will read my poem and for a spliced moment,
Realize and get it
The message of feelings underneath
They could be any color, or mind, from any walk of life
But if they give my try some attention
They are not only the reader, but also
The Intention
poem by Lauren Miller
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Its not so funny
Hate emo...?
isnt it funny when you go to the shops with your friends you look down on the girl with the black jeans and studs
but Smile at the girl wearing a mini with a t-shirt that barely covers anything?
isnt it funny how you can change your music taste to impress someone.
but when it comes to am emo who likes thier own music and thier own style, you give them a mouthful?
isnt it funny how a guy can get away with being a gangster but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone.
are you laughing...?
isnt it funny a emo can be quiet all through the week
but gets more shit from everyone then the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?
isnt it funny that you sont mind your friends drinking...or smoking
but the minute someone mentions emo music
you can give them a lecture melodramatic teenage outcasts?
I'm not laughing
its so funny that youand your friends can make an emos/scene's life hell
and not know anything about the silent battle they may be fighting
isnt it funnt that you can call emos, punks, goths the retards
but still manage to get through your day without a inch of guilt in your heart...
How you can call a girl a poser, how you say 'your not emo' or 'attention seeker'
with out spending a second trying to figure out why there are cuts on her wrists
and why she spends her lunchtimes crying instead of laughing of with her friends
isnt it funny you can say and so all of this without an idea of whats going on in this persons life
without knewing their situation with thier freinds or thier family
or thier lives!
brave isnt going on stage and stripping
brav isnt saying a speech..
or dumping your boyfriend or girlfriend! !
Brave is..
going to school on multi day and not for a second care what the wrores and fags around you
are saying about your clothes.
Its listening to your own music and being proud of it.
Its going through everyday with the things people say to your face and behind your back and you still keep quiet.
Its knowing what your 'friends' are saying about you and atill calling them your friends.
Brave is knowing that tomorrow isnt a bright and happy future.
Its another day of bitching and dodgeing rumors.
Keep on laughing...!
poem by Dontyou Wish
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The purse of loved ones is tied with a gossamer thread.
With pen in hand.
I have been blessed
Reading of the manic, the happy
And the stressed.
Prodded on by hunting poems web site,
I try to rhyme with all my might.
Who would of guessed?
I am sourronded by peers,
Who write about fears and fantasy,
Birds dogs and gators.
About sin and strife,
The crux of ones life.
In an elavator or in a war.
They speak of love and lust
The one most mighty
Or when they went bust.
Then I am hooked on thier stories of life
How they lost thier dog and then thier wife
Their ego and pride.
They probably ran away with the bride.
I want to write something great
Like perhaps this lonesome heart ache
To honor my peers
where we stand.
With pen and ink in hand,
We will wander through the hunter of poets land.
The pen is truley mightier than the sword.
Wouldn't You Like To Ride
[Intro (Kanye West)]
You like to ride... (uh)
(So "why don't) you and your friends (get with) me and my friends"
"(My friends) my friends, my friends, my friends"
Would you like to ride?
(I don't know what happened, it's just like, heh)
"So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends"
"My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends"
[Kanye West]
I had that little ass Nissan at your crib showin' up
Liquor store out of Arbor Mist, we Irish Rosed it up
Then we rolled to the movies, you rocked your fake Chloes
You had Gap and Gucci, that's still two G's
But that's that last year purse like it's still too cheap
Ooh you so boozy boo you could of fooled me
Cuz five years ago you was so Fugees
Now you don't want nothin' unless it cost a few G's
You like the light-skinned Ania, the dark-skinned Aaliyah
The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto senorita
You remind me of my Jeep but not no Kia
We can talk on your cell, but not Nokia
It be goin' in and out, that's why I barely hear ya
It be goin' in and out like a robbery ah
I'm tryin' to take this money like Robin Geeda
Then I'ma take you to the house like Trick and Trina
[Hook]
Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade
"So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends"
"My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends"
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things let's fly away
"So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends"
"My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends"
[Malik Yusef]
Malik Yusef, bet your baby momma know the name
The most critically acclaimed wordsmith in the game
I give you words spit with flames
Stay to m
song performed by by Kanye West
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Ladies First
Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first,'
Pushing in front of the ice cream line.
Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first,'
Grabbing the ketchup at dinnertime.
Climbing on the morning bus
She'd shove right by all of us
And there'd be a tiff or a fight or a fuss
When Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first.'
Pamela Purse screamed, 'Ladies first,'
When we went off on our jungle trip.
Pamela Purse said her thirst was worse
And guzzled our water, every sip.
And when we got grabbed by that wild savage band,
Who tied us together and made us all stand
In a long line in front of the King of the land-
A cannibal known as Fry-'Em-Up Dan,
Who sat on his throne in a bib so grand
With a lick of his lips and a fork in his hand,
As he tried to decide who'd be first in the pan-
From back of the line, in that shrill voice of hers,
Pamela Purse yelled, 'Ladies first.'
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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While in church
While I was in church last sunday I thought back.
Back to when I was a teen.I remembered this day.
It was the day my father used his fist to punch me in the jawl.
Then he said these words to me.' You will never be anything! '
So as I had that thought in the back of my head.The front of my head
was thinking this may be true, but what I do know now is I'll be anything
in the hands of my heavenly father.Then I prayed this prayer.Heavenly father I love you please forgive my father for his sinn that day he did
what he did to me, and forgive my mother, sister and brother for thier sinns.And watch over my son's forgive them for thier sinns.Watch over
thier mothers and my girlfriend and keep them save.In your son's holly
name I pray this prayer. Thank you my loveing father.'AMEN'
poem by Pirate Love Magic Man
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Grabby Gabby
Grabby Gabby was a little boy who was talking all the time
One day as he was walking, he saw on the sidewalk a dime
This started him to be grabby
Whenever he saw something shining, he would be grabby
One3 dayas he was walking, he saw a black shining lady's purse
He grabbed it and looked inside and found a lot of money in the purse
Also, he found a driver's license so he knew who the person was who owned the purse
So, he hurried to the ladie's house to return the purse
She was so happy that Grabby Gabby returned to her the purse and money
She gave him a reward of a large amount of money
June 29,2006, Clarence A. Graham, Jr.
poem by Jr. Clarence A. Graham
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The Old Army Blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
The soldier did not seem to care
Let the enemy try to take if he dare;
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare
Driving rain or snow wearing his blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
Being a soldier he could expect no better fare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
His fight done, read over with a prayer
Wrapped in the old grey Army blanket
Coarse and ruff quite often thread bare.
He did his duty few could compare,
Coarse and ruff, quite often thread bare
poem by Derrick Fernie
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What Is The Diffrence? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
that some people can stay in some louxsurious hospital and the other have to die even without being taking care of them.
wat is the diffrence between some people if they get sick?
nothin except that some can go to doctor and buy a midicne but other have no money even to buy thier self a piece of bred.
wat is the diffrence between people who have money and the ones who dont?
nothin except that those who have money can buy somthin to play and the ones who have no money cannot buy them self a pair of shoes.
the ones who have money will enjoy the game and the ones without money only have to stiar.
nothin except that some may spend thier money on useless stuff and other have to kill them self for money in order to help him self.
wat is the diffrence between people who take care for others and the ones who not?
nothin exccept that some people will be taken car of them and and ather will go to hell.
what is the diffrence between people who go to schools and college?
nothin except that some people dont care about thier studies and the other type of people know the value of money so they alway s become from the top 10 and among the best.
wat is the diffrence between people when they come to face life?
nothin exccept that some people come with a gold spoon in thier mouth and other have to struggle threw their life.
some people will face life cheerfully and other will always complain about life no matter how it was.
wat is the diffrence between people when they come to face love?
nothin exccept that som pepole will considre love as a sex game and other consider it as a commitment and life.
poem by Mohammad Sadik
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Terse Verse
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
In my soul thou so give
And on its worth my life I live
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
Love is a morsel of thine treasure
In one ounce is my immense pleasure
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
Sing like a muse
and in poetry fuse
my soul into verse from beauties purse
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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When two friends dip into their purse, one laughs, the other cries.
When there are two friends to one purse, one sings, the other weeps.