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Share poems of time and reflection.
Whether it’s reminiscent of the past, present or future. Introspective, reflective, thoughtful, creative, informative, heartwarming, or nostalgic. Your poem can be about a person, a place, a thing, or a time.
State the title of poem and the author:
+5Jokes on you: By: Mask
So many people live their lives as if they’re comedians.
They use the platform of life as a stage for the stand-up of their ignoranceIf you use the endangerment of your life as a prop,
To showcase the foolishness of your immature acts,
I view you more as a clown than a comic,When you use your life to act like a clown,
Death ultimately burst your balloon.It’s funny how so many find the un-funny to be so funny,
Playing dangerous games with drugs, guns, and alcohol may seem to be fun .
Playing with your life may seem like a joke,
however, no one seems to find death to be funny.You could continue to laugh to death
while not realizing that you are laughing unto death.You can allow your present to laugh your life away,
But your future won’t find it to be funny,
When your past comes back to laugh at you in your face.You could sit on your ass and continue to laugh your ass off,
But one day, sooner or later, time will allow
You’re past to literally laugh your ass off.
Death finds it Hilarious when you finds life to be a jokeThe joke will be on you,
If you continue to take your life for a joke.
We must strive to become kings and queens, and not jokers.+6
Willow-Anne May 2016
Warrior
Do you believe in destiny?
That you were born for a certain need
A certain path you are told to follow
Which you’ve no choice but to heedI was born to be a hero
To protect those who are weak
I’m the one that will come running
When others begin to shriekI jump in the way of battles
And protect the young from pain
Seeing the people that I love be happy
Is what I hope to attainSometimes it gets lonely
Standing out amongst the pack
Sometimes it gets scary
Having a target on your backWhen people see great power
They want to make it their own
The fact that one day I might lose
Is something I’ve always knownBut knowing I’ve done some good
And that I might’ve saved a friend
Every single sacrifice I’ve made
Was worth it in the endSo it’s with a smile on my face
And with a kiss, I say goodbye
Don’t you shed a tear my love
‘Cause sometimes heroes die+6From Ing to end: BY: Mask
Tick Tock….Tick Tock
Life is a never ending clock that never stops.As the world revolves,
We evolve to dissolve,
From fertility to ashes.We never been who we was,
And we never will be
Who we will eventually become.We never really become grown,
Because we’re always growing.
We never really change,
Because we’re always changing.Time is forever passing,
And we are constantly growing,
Aging, expanding,
Evolving, dissolving, revolving,
Changing, learning, discovering,
Living and dying
From ING to end.Life is a rollercoaster of constant motion.
That never stops until it stops.+2
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