The world Poems
The World
by O. D.
Her mind is the ocean
Helpless to the tides but
Seldom in peril
Her heart is the mountains
Confident and strong
Immobile yet ever-growing
Her eyes are the sky
Shaped by the clouds
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The World and My Imagination
by Peter Dr Lim
The world is no larger than
the furthest stretch
of my imagination
The world
by Peter Dr Lim
The world is:
too loud
too proud
too cocksure
too obtrusive
too assertive
too self-absorbed
too demanding
too invasive
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Broken
by Aras Acolipeps
They brought me into
a broken world.
They told me to make
a better place.
But before I became
an adult,
they blamed me
for their broken world.
And they blamed me
for being broken.
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A little small world
by Know Unknown
A little small world, is the one that we live in.
It’s a very little small world in the midst of the space.
It’s a little world, with little room.
It’s a small world of impending doom.
But that’s not the tale I wanna tell,
It’s the tale of all that went well.
So strap on your seatbelt, and enjoy the ride,
cause nothing beats history and standing with pride,
for this little small world, that we call our home.
Broken
by Aras Acolipeps
They brought me into
a broken world.
They told me to make
a better place.
But before I became
an adult,
they blamed me
for their broken world.
And they blamed me
for being broken.
......
The world
by Peter Dr Lim
The world is:
too loud
too proud
too cocksure
too obtrusive
too assertive
too self-absorbed
too demanding
too invasive
......
The World and My Imagination
by Peter Dr Lim
The world is no larger than
the furthest stretch
of my imagination
A little small world
by Know Unknown
A little small world, is the one that we live in.
It’s a very little small world in the midst of the space.
It’s a little world, with little room.
It’s a small world of impending doom.
But that’s not the tale I wanna tell,
It’s the tale of all that went well.
So strap on your seatbelt, and enjoy the ride,
cause nothing beats history and standing with pride,
for this little small world, that we call our home.
Reality is hard to accept.
by Know Unknown
When I talk to others, we talk loud and clear.
When I finally tell them that “hey, dooms day is near.”
I mention the world and the way that it burns.
The way that the animal lives and yearns
for the days when the humans weren’t taking their families and homes,
away from them.
I remember to mention the catastrophic events
of the world that we live in at all it’s expense.
When they say stop, I forget to hear.
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