source Life's too short to be broken Life's too short to stay angry Life's too short to chase one dream Life's too short to live in one street, one house, one country Life's too short to not fall in love

Am dedicating this piece for @ajremy my poet and my teacher Hey there. Mr poet Where have you been hiding To sing with your rhyme I've always been waiting Dance I don't know But still my feet move Your

source The stars are out there winking The moon is smiling wide It's time to enter the world of dreams It's time to call it a night Yes, it's will be full of dark Devoid of any light But you need to enter

Our life is but a hanger game What we go through makes us all change Massacred, burned into grave And nothing ever remain the same Tears falls and wars go on With more blood shed Just for more money And

Expected behavior After i played the game to some extent i got tired and want to pause it because of time Actual behavior It got to some stage that i need to check some words in the dictionary before putting

I developed interest in photography when I saw some good work of @kodeblacc and @stevenson7... I will also use this medium to say a big shara-out to @canadian-coconut @surpassinggoogle @acidyo

I promised myself that am not going to use Google picture for any of my poems again.. This poem is a little bit tacky There's a poet for every poem And a poem for every poet But without a beautiful reader

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Hello guy I know you must have miss my shitty poems but am back again like I never left.... I don't even know the inspiration behind this piece of shut I wrote here but I know am trying to pass a message

Source:google Lust is what I speak tonight, Lust is what I see tonight, Lust is what I feel tonight, And I Lust You My eyes are laser locked onto you Because I know you see me through; It’s time to make

There once was a man for Greece He was incredibly obese He roll round the world Crushing all boys and girls Then fell into a cat if grease When he was old and manky He will never use a hanky He wee on

To Package yourself no be crime...Not when other people are blowing big grammar in the name of their occupations, you'll be starring at them like a moron! I've made it easy for you, scroll down and find

source This poem is a paradoxical poem that contains basic truths that appear nonsensical at first glance. These hidden truths can only be unraveled after a close study of the contradictions present in

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Who is Jesus? In chemistry, He turned water to wine. John 2:6-10 John 4:46 In biology, He was born without the normal conception; Isaiah 7:14 Luke 1:26- 37 In physics, He disapproved the law of gravity

What am I afraid of? In the darkness of night Or in loud thunderstorm's light No I'm not afraid of them So what am I afraid of? Of coz I've my own weakness Do you think am tough? I just want to leave you

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