Perspective Poems
26. Dear Acquaintance
by Kea Campbell
At nights my eyes burn
Midnight meetings with a sheep
Praying with free tongue
The walls are my shrink.
Playing with riddles
Bargaining with nothing
On behalf of my flesh
Addicted to suffering.
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I Love Pumpy He Cutie
by Brady Stewart
What is my headache
Likely my own ornamented nutrient deficiency.
In a moment,
I will fix that inconsistency,
And self-report back to thee.
This is in hindsight,
But holy, I shat words until I ate a salad
That pumpkin over there,
Pumpy as we call him,
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Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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Yours to chose (denial)
by Aaliyah Time
Some people say I am rude, mean, a bully even.
They ask me if I get happy when insulting people, as if I am that cruel.
Well…
What they don't realize is quite basic human psychology.
Obviously something their limited brains can not handle.
Our words often describe us more than the person we insult.
Now is this true all the time? No.
It's just something to consider when someone says something about you that is not true.
Now, is it wrong to be straightforward with others?
I think you might get several different answers.
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24. The Fallen Testimony
by Kea Campbell
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
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Ink Depleted, Love Remains
by Aditi Hayaran
The colour I always picked was you,
Making everything gorgeous—
that's your hue
That was consuming fast.
In my book, you,
the colour which dominates the vast.
Never knew,
the ink was getting low and low,
The marker was getting faint and slow.
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The Gift
by John Stetson
I gave what I thought was a gift, still it remains unacknowledged.
It might have started a rift, but I left it unfollowed.
But not all the wisdom of age is sage, some is sanguine.
Not all perspective has merit, some should suffer abandon.
The gift, when it's given, is riven with high expectation.
The hope, yet unspoken is broken when there's no elation.
The value's not hallowed, it's in the eye of the holder.
The gift's in the journey, you'll learn, as the gift grows older.
New Year
by Em Beedee
You had an
aberrant flamboyance of vision
The turning of the year
mattered not to you
And all the things that weighed heavy on me
this worst of years
You said no, I didn't understand:
because the stag beetle still flies,
and the glaciers are not here
Did I not remember Pech Merle
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26. Dear Acquaintance
by Kea Campbell
At nights my eyes burn
Midnight meetings with a sheep
Praying with free tongue
The walls are my shrink.
Playing with riddles
Bargaining with nothing
On behalf of my flesh
Addicted to suffering.
......
24. The Fallen Testimony
by Kea Campbell
I taught you to think, to attain your clever.
I gave you the greater, the power, the pleasures.
I am the prince of this world and a god of freedom.
I bestow unto you, your riches and values, your own arboretums.
Pointing fingers and slack-less triggers.
How is the blame mine when you are the sinners?
Struck by the heel that I breathed liberty into.
Only fools long deliverance for a decision irrevocably due.
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