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I found his brass microscope and was feeling melancholy about my mentor.... I miss you grandpa.
May that I would die and become a mist,
Lift off and drift upon the breeze,
Blessed, I would come to smell your essence,
And have our vapors remember faces under smiling trees.
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poems suck haiku's are where it's at
agreed! haiku are better, but they ARE poems 
since this is crunchyroll, i'll make a haiku about anime.
Minato Namikaze
wife of kushina
yellow flash of konoha
dad of naruto
pretty good huh?
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How to escape this?
The torture of the grand world,
all falling apart.
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All my poems on the poet sanctuary got nuked when my account got nuked. I had really good ones too =(
All because I didn't make 2 comments per poem I posted.
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Not My Business by Niyi Osundare is one of my favourites. I thought it was quite 'deep' when I first came across it during an English class. I was 16 at the time.
They picked Akanni up one morning
Beat him soft like clay
And stuffed him down the belly
Of a waiting jeep.
What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?
They came one night
Booted the whole house awake
And dragged Danladi out,
Then off to a lengthy absence.
What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?
Chinwe went to work one day
Only to find her job was gone:
No query, no warning, no probe -
Just one neat sack for a stainless record.
What business of mine is it
So long they don’t take the yam
From my savouring mouth?
And then one evening
As I sat down to eat my yam
A knock on the door froze my hungry hand.
The jeep was waiting on my bewildered lawn
Waiting, waiting in its usual silence.
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A Dream That Really Really Happened
By Augustine Tangas, Age 5
A dream that really really happened
And the mother and father didn't know
And they loved their little little girls
And they wanted to see the dream
But they didn't see it
Because it already happened
And they were poor
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Bringing To Life
By Phi Long Nguyen, Age 16
A green dog asks me to draw a picture
Try to make it come to life, he says
I try, but I can not
I give her a heart
a body
yet she still won't move
Her hazel eyes gaze at me
also longing to live
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He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W.B. Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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I threw away all my poems, and I don't even remember doing it.
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I used to write a lot. But they're all gone now.
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Haiku about Tofu
A block of bean curd,
Glistening in the sunlight.
Full of protein, yum!
Just a haiku I made up haha~
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Milkweed by Philip Levine
Remember how unimportant
they seemed, growing loosely
in the open fields we crossed
on the way to school. We
would carve wooden swords
and slash at the luscious trunks
until the white milk started
and then flowed. Then we'd
go on to the long day
after day of the History of History
or the tables of numbers and order
as the clock slowly paid
out the moments. The windows
went dark first with rain
and then snow, and then the days,
then the years ran together and not
one mattered more than
another, and not one mattered.
Two days ago I walked
the empty woods, bent over,
crunching through oak leaves,
asking myself questions
without answers. From somewhere
a froth of seeds drifted by touched
with gold in the last light
of a lost day, going with
the wind as they always did.
Holy fack the underlined part is good.
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You can make more friends in two months by becoming really interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you. Which is just another way of saying that the way to make a friend is to be one.
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loving all the poems xD moaaaaar
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Winterfells wrote:
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
W.B. Yeats
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
That's my wife's favourite poem O:
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