Poem about beauty She invested in herself. She's been working on herself for months. She didn't ask how much it cost. She spent $ 15,000. Now she has great self-confidence. Well done, very nice. Did she have a doctorate in medicine? No, she's not studying anymore. She has a new mouth. They are beautiful. She lowered her nose. She is satisfied now. She also bought breasts. Only teeth cost $ 5,000. ....... I'm speechless. I completely misunderstood everything. It's like I'm…
Poem about the day after tomorrow What are you doing tomorrow? I'm going to a party tomorrow. I'm going to work tomorrow. I'm going to the gym tomorrow. I'm seeing a girl tomorrow. I'm leaving for tomorrow. I'm going to buy a present tomorrow. I'm celebrating my birthday tomorrow. I'm going fishing tomorrow. I'm taking the ride tomorrow. And what if tomorrow doesn't come? What if tomorrow is that day? A day of the end of the world. What if everything disappears? Do you ever…
Poem about justice I fought today. It was noisy. Noisy and lively! They thought we were arguing. No, we didn't arguing. I just expressed my opinion. I was upset. But I shouldn't have been upset. I upset the others. I shouldn't have done that either. Justice is at stake. We must fight for justice. And they knew it was justice. But they were upset again. I believe you have fought at least once. And fought for justice. We all know it's not easy. That's why don't give up. Fight…
Poem about apology As if it were a magic word. The hardest word. No way to say it. We often blush before we say it. Children know that word. They don't know exactly. But they struggle not to say it. As if they have an idea of the weight of that word. And it is not difficult. On the contrary. I really like to say it. Why don't they like it too? Is it upbringing? Is it perhaps fashionable? It should be the other way around! Why is not? Feel free to say sorry. Ugly words can…
Poem about homeless people They are almost inaudible. They are almost invisible. They are not asking for anything. They are just there. Curled up in some cardboard. And it is cold out there. I saw two people under the bridge. They are warming up next to a burning bucket. I saw another one on the corner of one street, sleeping on the concrete. Who are they? Has anyone ever wondered? Why are they here? Why aren't they safe somewhere? It was cold tonight. It was cold in the…
Poem about Bon-Ton It hid. It hid behind a shadow. It is afraid to come out. It is afraid for a reason. Few of us respect it. Few of us use it. We forgot it existed. They say new times, new rules. How is it possible? How is it possible that we don't take off our hats when we greet a lady? How is it possible that we no longer give thanks when someone gets up to sit us down? How is it possible that we no longer give thanks when someone lights a cigarette for us? How is it…
Poem about superstition I believe, I do not believe. I don't believe, I believe! I can't believe it. The black cat crossed your path. Take 10 steps back. If you have blue eyes, don't look the baby in the eyes. When you see a pregnant woman, pinch someone next to you. If you stand on your left foot, you will not feel well all day. Well, this is a fairy tale! We would never have arrived if we had gone 10 steps back for each cat. People would run away from us. They would think…
Poem about balance The first balance in life is when you learn to walk. When you learn to walk, you learn to run and balance again. Then you learn to ride a bike. Then the motor, the car and every time you balance. Then you balance when you learn to swim. You also balance when you eat. You balance every day. You balance with your friends, with your wife, with your children. You balance at work. You balance as you travel to work. You balance your whole life. You go to a…
Poem about gambling I'm not a gambler. But, I love to gamble! Well it's all gambling. You gamble if you cross the street outside the pedestrian crossing. You gamble if you don't bring an umbrella when it's cloudy. You gamble if you don't gamble! Yes, you gamble if you don't pay for gambling! Because maybe your numbers come out. 🙂 You gamble if you eat fast food every day! Yes, you gamble with your life! Wherever you turn, you gamble. You gamble even if you don't go to the…
Poem about a storm As soon as I arrived it started. It lasts for 20 years. It's blowing, and it's not the wind. It's blowing, and it's not a hurricane. It's not real and yet it takes away. You learn to hold on over time. You learn not to fall over time. You have the feeling that everything is on your back. Then comes the real wind. Then comes the real hurricane. Everyone is moving away from you. Everyone is running away. And you don't mind. The wind can't do anything to you.…
Poem about touch I'm talking and I'm silent. Not a word. Not a single letter. And I said the whole sentence. A hand is enough. No, I'm not talking about handshake. I'm talking about what a hand can do. Amazing feeling. They told me, I can't lie. But I didn't believe it. Body language. Warmth. Security. Hug. A magical feeling! Sometimes a look is enough. I'm still silent, and I've said it all. It can be fraternal. It can be friendly. It can be love. Touch. Author: Musician…
Poem about his own funeral Silence. They talk quietly about him. He was young. He loved life. He had billions. They are coming slowly. They leave slowly. Everyone wears black suits and black glasses. Some wear to hide tears. Some wear that no one sees that there are no tears. There are some who rub their palms. They secretly calculate how much they will get. And he... He turned out to be the smartest. He climbed to the top of the hill. And watched his own funeral. Because of…
Poem about stomach The most demanding. Not at all patient. It is dangerous when it is empty. It has a tolerance threshold, but very short. As soon as you overdo it, can hurt. You often think about it. All day long. Three times a day. Sometimes more than once. It can spoil. Then you have to fix it. Then follows a diet, a probiotic. And the toilet is the only salvation. 🙂 Lions and tigers kill when it's empty. Babies are screaming. They scream when it's empty, but they also…
Poem about joke I love to hear a good one. I also love to tell a good one. I love when it has a point. I love when I laugh to tears. I think many times, "that one was good" and then I realize it's not a joke. They say they have introduced visas all over the world. There is no free travel anymore. We'll have to wait in lines. To collect papers. How much longer will we suffer the old politics? How much longer will we suffer the old problems? We want change! We want new people!…
Poem about underneath What is underneath the makeup, a pretty face, the bodybuilder's muscles? What's underneath the tanned skin, the picture, and all the beautiful colors? What's underneath the ads, the laughter, and the table? What's underneath the rug? There is always something underneath. True stories about us. Tough or beautiful. Is facade hiding something? It would be nice not to hide. Is every smile sincere? It would be nice if it was. Are the ads accurate or are they…
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