My true familyFamily?My true family2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What does that word mean?
Is it who your biologically related too?
Is the people who helped raise you?
Or is the people that made you become you?
We all have family even if their not there
We all have friends even if they don't seem to care
We all need happiness and for life to be fair
But is it family that gets us there?
Or is it the friends who never seem to care?
Family as it is defined means little to me
Because my biological family never wanted me
So family to me never gave me what i need
but the people in Sheffield
Who gave me what i need
Are my true family
Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 16"Todos a la Nieve".Los Amores de Nuestras Vidas Cap 163 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Las chicas se fueron a su casa & los chicos igual. Después se juntarían en el centro para poder arrendar una camioneta 4x4 & alguien que los llevase, aunque
Brick supiera conducir, preferían no correr el riego de morir. Los seis llegaron casi al mismo tiempo al lugar de encuentro. Bubbles & Boomer venían vestidos
completamente de blanco, Bubbles llevaba una gran maleta. Brick & Blossom también llevaban grandes maletas, como si se fueran a quedar por días. Los verdes
solo llevaban equipo de esquí.
.- ¿Por que tantas cosas? .- Pregunto Buttercup
.- Solo vamos por
Wisdom's daughterWisdom's daughter3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Born of wisdom and war
hair of gold and storm-grey eyes
behind which great strenght lies
in her beauty and knowledge unite
strategy and architecture her delight
her sharp tongue, her cunning mind
her wit, always highly tuned
they’re her weapons on her quests
helping her through trials and tests
a child haunted by prophecies
with a life as stormy as the seas
through mazes, across the land
her quests send her around
finally becoming the architect of Olympus
to restore the home oft he gods
but in the very end
as was long ago prophecied
wisdom’s daughter walks alone
following the Mark of Athena, burning in Rom
La couer de la merTears rolling over my cheeks,La couer de la mer2 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
that day still in my head.
It touched my heart, from the beginning to the end.
The sea did not have mercy on them,
and many mistakes have been made.
Now they are in heaven looking down on us.
They are the hearts of the sea and we shall never forget them.
And still, she sails in all her glory,
dead like her passengers but still going.
Always onwards forevermore,
and through the seven seas.
For the Titanic lives on.
MusicMusic3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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Music helps people express themselves in various ways. Some can listen to it for days and days. And it can show up in every which way. May it be screamo, grunge, or blaring hip-hop. Rockin' roll, soul, country, or catchy pop. Whether it be jazz, R & B, a march, rap, or a classic tune, music can make each and every heart swoon.
Bringer of peace to wars.
Battle in the Twin Sala gardenBattle in the Twin Sala garden3 days ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
At the river sat a boy
watching the water flowing by
seeing the pain of the world
with his ocean eyes closed
but as the years went by
his wings carried him high
and when eternal night rises
when death stretches out its claws
it is light against darkness
gold against underworld gems
forces clash a great fight
the virgin raises her fists, sets her sight
on the twins the goat, the waterbearer
closing shut the lotus door
demon's bane, ancient sealing rosary
treasure of heaven, keeping evil at bay
and thus, in the sacred garden
just like Buddha has done
the boy lays his head down in eternal rest
beneath the Twin Sala Trees