Do Not Fear Those Who Kill Matter
they're all cliche.
fear those who kill the spirit.
they're the real
metaphors.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Don't Know Why I Should Try To Write A Poem Now
I don't know why
I should try to write
A poem now-
There will be other times
When the Metaphors
I ordinarily do not have
Flow not easily in me
Like water lava
Like blood- thinned by aspirin-
All I have to do is
Keep reading enough poetry of others
And exotic metaphors
Will come to me
As if I were another person's voice
And nothing in myself
Real as my own.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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What is fear?
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to please
Fear is always me...
poem by Mrunal Nandankar
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Fear is...
Fear is stormy weather
Fear is light as a feather
Fear is rain
Fear is pain
Fear is hiding in the dark
Fear is lingering at the park
Fear is not your friend
Fear is hard to comprehend
Fear is not knowing what to do
Fear is what ever he wants to
Fear is turning out the lights
Fear is having no sight
Fear is going to give you a thrill
Fear is also going to make you kill
Fear is never fun
Fear is going to make you run
Fear is that scary little voice
Fear is going to give you no other choice
Fear is losing someone
Fear is like a loaded gun
Fear is something you can't control
Fear is something you can't unfold
Fear is the opposite of love
Fear is what we're made of
Fear is not going to plea
Fear is always me...
poem by Nolan Holland
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I Am A Cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what I mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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I Am A Cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what I mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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My Love Is Not Like A Poem
the years of experience
of being real, concrete as
cemented pavements, real as
these hands that are warm
and callous, love has not become
like a poem
where metaphors are written
for more understanding
pulsating hearts
and other nuances of
sly literature, words, and more words,
and more connotations and denotations
of this image and that image
this scent of roses and colors of sunsets
too beautiful to behold in our mortal
eyes and bleeding hearts
my love is real, it feeds on love and thrives
on your love, my love is real like stones
i hurl and disturbs the calm waves
of the sea,
my love is not like a poem
need i say, it is more than any poem
beyond metaphors
and images, the face that i touch
the lips that i kiss, and the night
cold enough for us to think
that we badly need this hug.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I think my whole generation's mission is to kill the cliche.
Just Fit In, We're Going
here comes the sun, is a cliche.
i put a spell on you, is another cliche.
i think i love you, most abused cliche.
you complete me, movie cliche,
strawberry fields,
scents of magnolia, fresh and soothing,
vanilla ice cream,
chocolate Popsicle,
mint puffs,
and cotton candy, and black forest.
coca-cola and ice cubes,
inside a glass
against the summer sun
your lips sucking the straw
your face covered with my shadow.
i am no longer conscious about their
taboos
got mine, and i like it
when i am finally free.
i store more cliches and
lick them
like Popsicle on a hot
summer day.
no hard feelings. Just fit in.
we're going.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let's Leave The 'Poems' Without Metaphors
LET’S LEAVE THE ‘POEMS’ WITHOUT METAPHORS
Let’s leave the ‘poems’ without metaphors
Bare and stark and original
Quiet and sleeping and still
The soothing poems the calming poems
The poems that even in the middle of the night
Let us sleep.
Let’s leave the poems without metaphors
And go back to the simple words
And let them say all they can by themselves
Until they become metaphors too.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Live In Fear
i live
in fear of dying
i walk in the streets,
in fear of being ran over
i sink in the water,
in fear of drowning
i staw away from you,
in fear of losing you
i cut myself,
in fear of bleeding
i destroy flowers,
in fear of getting tehm
i give away my heart,
in fear of having it stolen
i hate myself,
in fear of hating otehrs
i seclude myself,
in fear of being secluded by others
i kill myself,
in fear in fear
poem by Jessica LaDuron
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Scandlious Fear
I fear life,
I fear death,
I fear happiness,
And everything in between.
I fear people,
I fear animals,
I fear rodents,
And everything in between.
I fear what I don't understand,
Shit, I fear what I do understand,
I fear what noone understands,
and everybody believes,
And everything in between,
Most of all I fear tomorrow and whatever it may bring.
poem by Kill or Be killed
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Fear's taking over
I fear life,
I fear death,
I fear happiness,
And everything in between.
I fear people,
I fear animals,
I fear rodents,
And everything in between.
I fear what I don't understand,
Shit, I fear what I do understand,
I fear what noone understands,
and everybody believes,
And everything in between,
Most of all I fear tomorrow and whatever it may bring.
poem by Kill or Be killed
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Clichés I Have Loved
‘My life has been one long…
cliché! …’ she sobbed.
He put his sunburned
muscular forearm flecked
with golden hairs
around her shaking shoulders.
She lifted her tear-brimmed,
reddening eyes to meet
his steady gaze.
‘Oh my darling..’
she breathed.
And they fell into
a passionate
cliché..
I’ve said it before and
I’ll say it again.
One man’s cliché is
another woman’s love-byte.
John Ciardi said,
The craft of poetry
is not easy.
It is better than easy.
It is joyously difficult.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Biggest Fear
I have this feeling it’s called fear
I have the fear of who will be dying or will I be next?
If I stop think about “how can I have myself prepare? “.
This fear is consuming me.
It’s like stealing something from me.
I don’t know what it is….
How to deal with it
I want to see it........
Can anyone help me to see?
Does this feeling go away?
Are these feelings real or fake.
I also have a fear of not achieving my dreams
That thought makes me want to scream.
I have Fear of my life.Every day that’s not much
I could say on that, I try give it my strife
The real world gives me fear too.
Sometimes, “I wish everything would disappear
Instead appear into fear”.
The Fear of losing my mother before I am ready to let her go.
What road do I take so I won’t let fear win.
Fear takes my thoughts of losing my husband, and
losing one of my children too.
Even though, I almost did loose a child.
I can let the fear, do what it is doing..
I fear of losing my dearest friend.
I am sorry I cant pretend that fear is not here.
The fear of my own death and the cause of it will be?
I don’t want to see.
The fear of my lifestyle should it be the way it should be lived?
or should it be change?
Do I dear change it, but how?
I know that I have a fear of being alone.
It’s the unknown
Is My Biggest Fear
poem by Pam Fraser
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Love In War
[Hook]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]
[Verse]
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay
[Hook]
[Instrumental]
[Hook]
song performed by by Outkast
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Bloodlust
I sit at my desk and wonder,
why people do the things they do.
Why do they go on killing one another,
each and everyday?
Some say that it is for religion.
I dismiss that fact.
I cannot see any God
wanting you to kill another because of them.
All the religions that I know of,
urge respect between our fellow man.
Therefore, the reason they do it
must be personal from what I see.
The individuals involved must love suffering,
get a kick out of the pain they cause.
They have a bloodlust
and kill to make themselves look big.
They think that killing gives them power,
it doesn’t,
it only shows them as weak.
They are cowards
because they have to do it in groups.
The one person who stands up to them
has more power than they will ever have.
Oh, they may kill the mortal form,
but the spirit they cannot kill.
It will inherit someone else.
The person with a great spirit
will be welcome at heaven’s door,
while those who want to kill
will be devoured by the devil,
living in his kingdom for evermore.
poem by David Harris
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At The End Of The Day (flesh And Bone)
Spirit > Self
Us + Them + Fear = Sarcoma
(You + Me + Spirit) - (Them+Fear) = (X) Truth
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Explained:
absent of collective fear
we transend humanity
poem by Edwin Baldwin
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A concert for the mushroom
A concert for the mushroom
Post modern
Pre mortal
Ab normal
Sur real
This is the whirl of time
This is the voice of smoke
This is the spiral of crime
This is the dead end choke
Sir, it’s real!
Madam, they kill!
Simulae posed
Post mortem masked
Modernly slaughtered
Pre meditated
Dust dedicated
Inter located
Exter okayted
Imp- exp- pumps
Imp- exp- pumps
Pumps the heart of earth
Sir, it’s real!
Madam, they kill!
Post
Split
Atomic
Human
Destr uctively
Anatomic
Conductors
Rage their war
Of sticks
Sir, it’s real!
Madam, they kill!
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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What to fear
I need not fear a hundred battles to come
Because many thousands more I've fought
I do not fear the sword that awaits me there
Stuck with more, walking with them like a bear
I need not fear the fear of the unknown
Because its own fear left him scared below
I do, however, fear killers of dreams
While I'm alive they kill everyday from within.
poem by Olufunmbi Aransiola
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The Squeeze That Just Might Kill You
I will not let fear keep me in a plastic bubble.
I'm sorry I just don't care no matter the amount of risk involved.
During your birth you could of died.
During every breath you take you could die.
An aneurysm can occur cause extreme amounts of pain anytime before you die.
Nights of constant screaming.
Agony to the infinity.
And sometimes in the case of brain cancer their is no remedy.
If you believe for second you safe locked away behind close doors.
You in for a eye opener.
One day you'll wish you didn't.
Germs can kill.
Pills can kill.
Smoking can kill.
Fire can kill.
Electricity can kill.
A simple fall can kill.
They are millions of way you can be killed each and every day.
You are living one big fat lie.
So just take some wings and soar.
Embrace every moment while your still here.
Because it won't be too long before gone.
The reaper will come and your fear of your own mortality will remedied once and for all.
The only solution I see is take nothing granted.
Don't dwell that which is too petty to really worry about.
It's just the small stuff listen to me.
Come over here if you need anymore encouragement I'll give you a hug.
A squeeze that might just kill you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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