A poem is a woman
who must be approached from many angles
but if you do it
too much
or too fast
or look at her the wrong way
you become a creep who can’t write.
Been thinking about the lack of love in our society
it boils down to greed
the people don’t know—it won’t set them free—not that kind of money.
We can only set ourselves free
but many of us don’t want to be free
it’s like a bad friend we can’t get rid of
because he’s our only friend
it’s like a town we hate
but it’s a place we call home
it’s the drug we use
because it makes us feel good
but it’s not a real feeling—
it helps us to forget our pain
if only, for a moment.
We are wasting our lives at work for money
We are becoming what other people want us to be
We don’t know what we want
and if we did—we could leave home for good.
A poem is a true expression of our soul
it’s more than painted words
it’s a woman who wants to be looked at, and cherished
lead, into the night.
a poem speaks
but it doesn’t talk about itself
We want to be admired
while the poem only wishes to be understood
We are not perfect
and the perfect poem does not try to be
it’s just honesty—
Who can you be honest with? Love them.
Perfection is for people who are pretending
We all seem to want it
but it’s a big act
People throw people around like money
“I make more than you.”
It’s sad, really—when people think they are worth more
because of their money
They have bought a lie with their life
They can’t know value, they easily dismiss
They need to make more money, so they will be more valuable
This lie, is the worst deception
Never buy it.
A true poem, can’t be finished
it just keeps writing itself
every breath, is a new word
a new spelling
now, she can be, won.
Intellectual Shaman 
the modern day world is too centered around the selfishness of individuals, the materialism that are, bullshit, and, we all get sidetracked, from what’s truly important, drifted too far from where we ought to be, that’s why this world is in such a mess right now.
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Yes, taurusingemini! Values have significantly shifted. People are looking for meaning, as they always have, and what they find, can be bought and sold.
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‘You become a creep who can’t write’. This had me in stitches.
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I have to say, that line was inspired! 🙂
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Your poem is well crafted, I like your concept. It is a sad world we live in when we only care about having more money. Those of us who have sought the meaning of life and found it after many years of searching are finally at peace in our lives. ❌❤❌
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Yes–you can’t put a price on peace! Thanks for reading and commenting, Vixen of Verse!!! 🙂
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Wow! Amazing piece, Never thought I could read through the whole staff, but I did.
Hails for the creative writing.
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Thanks Dr. Qwufua Broomstick! 🙂 I like your name!
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Thank you, that’s a name of my handmade Voodoo doll, thanks for the complement, though, I am currently in sorrow my black cat Lilith (Ii) died today. I am arranging for her funeral, she left me totally depressed.
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Oh–I will be sure to only make positive comments on your blog! Ha Ha ! 🙂
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Hails for your remarks,
Cheers!
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‘the poem only wishes to be understood’ – how true!
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I’m glad that you enjoyed it, writing what nots! 🙂 Thanks for reading!
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I like this, how your thought flow took off on the theme of the poem. A poem is a woman… I can see that..It also can be a lover I wrote that once..https://karimahoisan.com/2013/03/28/my-poem-is-like-my-lover/ Enjoyed this a lot
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Thanks Karima! I’ll check-out your poem! 🙂
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