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The rule is that there are no rules Rules are everywhere. On the street. At work. At school. At home. Rules must be followed. I do not think so. The rules are there to be broken. If you don't work by the rules, no bonuses at work. If you don't cross the street at a pedestrian crossing, you will pay the fine. If you don't clean your room, you are punished. Break the rule. Do your homework. Achieve the goal, sooner than they ask you to. Break the rule. Tidy up the whole…
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A poem about the dark When you close your eyes, it's dark. When the sun goes down it's dark. We are all once in the dark. Some animals hunt in the dark. The eyes of some animals shine in the dark. Someone is writing poem in the dark. Someone likes to walk in the dark. Someone likes to swim in the dark. Someone is afraid of the dark. Someone likes to drive in the dark. Someone is awake when it is dark. Someone works in the dark. Someone is in the dark when is someone's day.…
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I am going not to get there I am going. I am going somewhere. I am going I don't know where. I don't know why I go like that. Like it is not me. The legs don't seem to be mine. They don't listen to me. I am trying to follow them. I am chasing them. They go. They go without stopping. They don't ask me if I can. And if they are mine. As if they weren't. They are taking me somewhere. I still don't know where. I am afraid. I am afraid of what is below. It is like ice but it is…
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Sides of the world Hello dear read friends, how are you? Today we will talk about the sides of the world. In today's modern times, it is enough to have a compass, smartwatch or smartphone and we will know which side of the world we are on. Let's look at nature and see how nature shows us which side of the world we are on, without devices. There is something in us that makes us explore and be a part of nature. Nature is calling us back as much as we are facing the urban way…
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Poem about me I almost got beaten up. No, that is not happening, that is not possible. Of course it is not. I was right. She was ashamed, so she attacked me. Attack is the best defense. She attacked me with words. It's good she did not with her hands. But why do people do that? Why don't they clean up after their pets? Why are they throwing garbage off the terrace? Why are they angry when their garbage comes back? Yes, it comes back to them, faster than they threw it away. I…
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Poem about today Today. Maybe it's that day. The day when you need to do something. Don't be lazy. Wake up, get up and do something. Maybe it's the day you have to pay the lottery. The day you will meet a soul mate. The day when maybe you, maybe here, maybe now, at this moment... The day when someone will need you. You never know when that day is. You never know it might not have been yesterday. You never know if it will be the day after tomorrow. You have to be always…
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Perfect weekend Hello, read friends! How are you? I will share today with you my experience about one amazing place which is called Divčibare. Are you ready for the trip? I promise you will enjoy it, so let's start. This place is very close to the city where I live and due to its proximity, it is suitable for spending weekend time there. Divčibare is a small town and mountain resort on the mountain Maljen in western Serbia located at about 900m above sea level. The hotel we…
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Poem about pond Pond. Not a real pond. Not real crocodiles. The world is pond. We are crocodiles. Companies are crocodiles. Big teeth in attack. Small teeth in defense. Small teeth are a warning. Big teeth don't forgive. Why if I am small to run? Why do the big ones have to trample me? I understand that a lion eats smaller animals than itself. I understand nature. Why does a man attack a man? Weren't we created for a reason? Those who trample into hell. Those who have been…
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Poem about quicksand I am not a pig. And I bathe in the mud. I better say I swim in the mud. Or not. I keep my balance in the mud. Or maybe to be realist. I am drowning. I am swallowing mud. I am barely on the surface. How long have I been in the mud, you will think I like mud. There is healing mud. Women apply a mud mask to their faces. To look younger. There is a sport in the mud. But I am not talking about that mud. I am talking about 30 years in the mud. Harsh reality. A…
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Poem about snake Snake. Cold, smooth skin. Fast, dangerous! Is it really dangerous? There are a lot of different snakes. Cobra? It's not! Smuk? It's not! Hinge? It's not! So which snake is dangerous? Are you scared of snakes? I do not! Don't touch it, it won't touch you. They attack when you scare them. They attack when defending cubs. So what's the problem? A man is a snake? Yes! Correct answer. Man attacks worse than a snake. How can a man be a snake? Nothing is clear to…
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Poem about future They write. They all write. Poets write. Composers write. But they often write about the past. It is easy to write about the past when it is over. You know what happened. You know how it happened. You know the end! And the future? I am not afraid of the future. I wouldn't want to know what it is like. It wouldn't be interesting. It wouldn't be exciting. We would all wait for that day. This way we don't know what day it is. That is what I definitely want. I…
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Poem about air It won't be enough. It won't be enough soon. They destroy it but breathe it. They don't have to destroy it. They do it on purpose. But they have to breathe it. So why are they destroying it? It will disappear. We will all disappear. It will disappear as quickly as a lot of beautiful forests. In the morning it is the cleanest they say. Take a deep breath to feel the freshness. And that is smog. Well, they still say it is the smell of winter. They don't know.…
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Poem about rain It is quiet tonight. It's so quiet but still audible. Rain is sliding down the window. A work of art that lasts only a few seconds. The next second is another picture. And so for hours. It's still quiet. Although it can be heard leaking down the gutter. I hear drops. But I also hear silence. I like to walk when it falls. I like to think when it falls. I like to love when it falls. It was dirty yesterday. Red, more brown. They say sand from the Sahara. The…
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Poem about its Majesty Amazing scent. Amazing taste. Sparkling and bitterness. Sparkling and sweetness. Incompatible and yet compatible. They call it the royal drink. Each variety is unique. Some are sour. Some are sweet. Some mix to get the magic. They are different and yet they attract you. After making love, it is very pleasant. The older, the better. Some bottles cost a fortune. Collectors have their own cellars. Many study to evaluate it. One glass a day is health. They…
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Poem about life Life is a song. A song is life. We don't always sing. Sometimes we sing and cry. Sometimes we cry softly. Sometimes we cry with tears. Tears write the hardest verses. The hardest and most beautiful. On soaked paper with tears there are sincere verses of life. Sincere verses are harsh. The truth hurts. A pure man does not write. The one who writes is dirty. But no. I don't mean the man in the mud. I mean a dirty soul. When the soul speaks, a life song is…
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Poem about yes and no Yes asks No. No, why are you No? Why didn't you Yes? Because you are Yes. It's boring to always be Yes. Yes Yes Yes, you always bow and approve. You don't think too much. Say at least once out loud No! Yes, but Yes is a positive answer. It's nice to share positive energy. That's right, that is a positive answer. But the answer is not always correct. Be strong and say No when it is No. Yes, but if I say No, then someone may become sad. No, it doesn't…
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Poem about waiting Waiting. Waiting is boring. Or maybe not. Waiting makes you think of something so that you don't get bored. I am waiting now. I ate all the chocolate while waiting. If I waited a year, with chocolate in hand, I would weigh 150kg. Waiting puts you to sleep. Or maybe too much sugar puts me to sleep. Waiting can also be creative. I am still waiting. I am writing a poem about waiting. There is a saying: "Whoever waits, will get what they are waiting for." But…
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Poem about happiness Why don't we know if we are happy? Why don't we know what happiness is? I think we forgot all about happiness. I don't think we know what happiness is. What if happiness is all around us? If happiness is that you exist. If happiness is that you woke up. If happiness is the sun. If happiness is air. If happiness is water. If you are lucky enough to have breakfast together. If you're lucky enough to laugh together. If you're lucky enough to quarrel. If…
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Poem about thoughts I like to think. I think even when I don't think. I think in advance. I think back. I also think of others. I think I may not think. I'm wrong. I tried to shut up. I keep quiet, I still think. I can't control my thoughts. They change themselves. They say when you learn yoga, you may not think. You meditate. I learned yoga and I still don't know. I don't know not to think. I like to think by the sea. I like to think when it rains. I like to breathe and…
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Poem about silence It was supposed to be quiet tonight. I still can't hear it. It's hard to hear. I know why. It's gone, it's lost. That's why it's hard to hear. When you learn to hear it, when you learn to listen to it, when you learn to talk like that, with your mouth shut, you have learned a dumb language. No need to talk much. The less you talk, the less chance you have of making mistakes. But where to find it? I've been hearing it hard lately. I know why. They are very…