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POEMS
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Short easy to read poetry - 9
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Dreams by Reina H. Lorenzo
Under the sun, I played with my mind
How to be where I haven’t been
To make connection and how to be kind
To catch all my dreams flying that I haven’t touch.
Soaked up to the sun
My eyes are burning
My dreams don’t know where to land
I spread my arms
I feel my blood is running.
My dreams, my dreams, what took you so long
Aren’t you fit for me?
Tell me, where am I really belong?
Cuz I’m tired, dreamin’.
Well, it’s funny to be here
But it’s not funny that I’m empty
I’m the oldest dreamer, still have nothing
Still have no wings to swim the wind
And still a little…
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What I know about Woman! by Atef Ayadi
I thought
I know!
I know it!
I am really sorry!
I do not.
I, who is 'Me'
And the whole word
Aught to
Admit!
You do need to use what you already know
Or
Rise and release your PH.D level
about what you know and 'Sorry I missed That.'
With A French Accent.
I do not know her
In close
Or by
Far.
I did not even know if she is playful
prideful,
Shy, or
LATÉ
type of woman;
Funny
And miserable
than I am.
So I do not claim
I know
something about
woman,
one
woman
ten,
Eleven.
or ten thousands
I do not know nothing
about woman,
women,
and the man I am?
I can not judge any more,
be out of the box.
Inside the box,
on top of it,
on top of
My feeling, or
My skin,
surfing over my clouds,
swimming through my veins.
I can not judge
and that is enough!
I am
Already out of box
and I am still a box
boxed
wired
weird funny creature.
from a faraway galaxy;
And for me
woman are funny too
except they have plans and exits
even for being funny
and not being funny at all.
So please do not ask
anything about
my experiences,
my skills,
my skin,
my eyes,
just take what you wan t
or just steal my skin
and dry it out.
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A hammer to my head by Lily Espinosa
Isn’t it funny?
So very funny.
After months of hurt and bitter retention,
I finally began to feel the way I used to.
Wanting more and more each day to forgive and forget,
Wanting you.
I thought the time was soon,
The day it was going happen drawing near,
The factuality that it would again exist becoming clear.
Us, me and you, back together again,
Just like it should be.
All to be severed in a mere few hours,
Sending me hurtling back to square one.
I go back to beating myself up,
Like the day this had begun.
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Welcome to the world! by Juan Carlos Abeti
My first steps
' Today is the day that,
like a grown up i`ll be,
i will finally stand up.
in my two feet.
So here i go,
upa! i`m standing up!
funny like things are from up here....
i will make my first step now,
easy, easy, one step forward
one to my left and
then, two backwards.....upps!
i am starting to feel funny, kind of dizzy,
steady, steady and my pumpis
back to the floor they went.....
.........
damn it! !
........
So i will try again,
this time i wil be hold by that big stick
(a table`s wood leg)
so i did and
a wonfderful world stands in front of me...
suddenly by surprise i was taken
when my dad came in
and his hands to his face are
with an amazing and funny look in his eyes....
He started talking, words that i do not understand,
then mom came in
and i wonder
what did i do for them to be like this?
i started to 'run' to them
kind of scared i am. i confess,
suddenly...
the floor was not a problem anymore,
since i was immersed.
in a sea of kisses and hugs....
in their arms, a place where
i belong.....'
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