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Poetic Expression Test Post

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Question Poem

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What’s wrong with poetry?
The order of the words,
Doesn’t make any sense
What’s wrong with poetry?
It’s short, yet vague
Meaning
Doesn’t
Exist
Yet it’s definition is infinite.
What wrong with poetry?
Time doesn’t factor
Into it’s quality.
What’s wrong with poetry?
What makes it good?
What makes it bad?
What isn’t wrong with poetry?

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Free Poem - Darkness of Death

The Darkness of Death,

Is never forgotten

It remains, unseparated from you

Like a stain on your favorite shirt

Like all the seeds in a watermelon

You can’t get rid of it.

The existence of this imperfection will always exist

But, only bothers us at random times

The constant picking can make it better,

Or worse

The darkness in the light can get smaller

Or bigger

But will never disappear.

What can we do

Besides move on.

Jeremiah Beaufils

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Strict parents in your life

What is it about having strict parents,

They don’t give you freedom,

Everytime you ask your mom something she says  “ No”

What is it about having strict parents,

They yell at you for small reasons

But for what?

To be right and feel good about themselves

But for what?

To lower our standards

What is it about having strict parents,

Every little thing you do,

They always start an argument with you.

Don’t you hate when adults you look up to and say,

“ It’s cuz they love you”

They love you?

If they love you so much they should give you,

More freedom, less arguments, Trust, less yelling, more privacy,

And the list goes on…

Jeremiah Beaufils

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As I lay down, my thoughts and feelings dissipate
The stress, the agony, aches and pains disintegrate
Sleep, the most beautiful thing to be brought in creation
The feeling of resting, tranquility and relaxation
Overcomes my body and and I close my eyes
Only later do I open them and begin to rise,
Another day, more hours, more live to live
Sleep allows me to give all I can give