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beard
No name -2018

I wont shave
In 2 weeks
Make that
4
Or not shaving
Anymore.

Why wait for
November
When I can start now
And forever look like
A bearded cow.

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I like the simplicity of this poem; it reminds me of the time when I badly want to grow beard. It also saddened me every time I think about it; hence, I cannot grow beard

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The Killed Deer
Hulda Fetzer - no date

The deer in a woods a-bounding went;
The hunter a bullet quickly spent;
The deer fell dead,
And the hunter said,
"That bullet went straight as it was meant."

There's a lot in this if you'll think it o'er,
And the more you think it, the more and more;
Had the bullet missed,
And behind it hissed,
The deer would be bounding as before.

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I like this poem because it talks about how one incidents can change the whole out come and to think about what can change is fun. I like to think about this a lot when I am alone.

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Good Friday

Christina Rossetti - 1866

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter, weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon –
I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

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I like this poem because of its relatability to me. I always be the one who never believes in things even when I want to and as of today, 29th of September; I still feel like it's not my birthday. I hope that one day I am no longer cursed with this.

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Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold

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Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold

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Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold
William Shakespeare - 1609

That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed, whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourish’d by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well, which thou must leave ere long.

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Today, my mom came to celebrate my birthday early because she will not be free on the day. We went having a chat and checked on each other like good old times and that really hit me; I miss this moment and want it to last longer but sooner or later this moment will never come again, so I have to do the best I could to hold on to it, like the poem saying if you know you will lose something, you will want to cherish it more.

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Deadlines and Running Out Of --
CV - 2014

Life lately is a bunch of
deadlines and running out of'
sand it just won't stop.
You're running out of space
on your hard drive!
The deadline to pay this off
is April 20th!
My life feels shrunk
in a matter of time
of when I have to do this
or when I have to do that.
I wonder if that's all
life will be for me when
I become an adult.
Deadlines and Running Out Of's.
I'm not looking forward to that.

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This poem not only reflects how life as an adult will be, it also reminds me of today's  time running out. Because I once was a man who is keen to finish works, it is sad to know that the works today is not finished. That's is why I take a liking to this poem; it makes me feel something.

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You Were There

Emily Robinson - 2008

When tears fell from my eyes,
you were there to brush them away.
When I was lost in confusion,
you were there to say that everything would be okay.
When I stood before you falling apart,
you were there to lend your heart.
When I felt like no one could understand,
you were there to take my hand.
When no one else was left to care,
you were there.

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I like this poem because of the repetition of initial phrases in lines that show adherence in friendship "You always were there." Since I don't have much friends, having at least a person to trust is invaluable for me, and this poem did take me back.

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Basically

Herscho Duds - 2022

as I’ve written many times
I prefer a verse that rhymes
imagery and metaphors
are not what my pen adores
I write simple things I see
that are meaningful to me
can I also make it fun
then my poetry is done

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Not that I like the poem, but I like the idea of having the freedom to express fondness for something without making it hard for others to understand. Also, I like poems that rhyme.

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I know nothing
Michael Thomas - 2018

I know nothing
an empty shell
I’m a mortal man

Images and thoughts
fill my simple mind

life fills me with learning
life speaks through my pen
life seeking life
life proclaiming itself

Love filling my heart
I know nothing
I am only clay

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"A thought while doing my best at the quiz" though having my best shot at it I still miss.

I like it, we are here not to know anything but to experience everything like doing the exam, know not how to answer but fear not for we have learnt.

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Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old

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Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old

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Sonnet 104: To me, fair friend, you never can be old
William Shakespeare - 1609

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

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I do have cool reasons to like this poem though that might not be genuine so I will go with my heart instead. I like this poem because I look elderly compared to my friends. It even reminds me of my mother who looks younger than me. Time really does move imperceptibly for some people but slap hard left and right for me.

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Tug O' War
Shel Silverstein - 1974

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins

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"Why be foe when you can be friends?" is one of my favourite mottos because not only do I love humans in general but I also appreciate having companies around. This poem is like the motto and that is why I like it.

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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
Clare Harner - 1934

Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.

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I like this poem because it shows how people are never truly gone, they are always remembered in our heart. Similar to how I view the world as it continues moving thousands of millions of meters every waking second, and we still here, bemoaning.

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Tools

Joe Hughes - 2012

I've got hammers, some screwdrivers,
I've got wrenches by the score.
I've got screws - Yes, bags of nails,
A hundred hinges for fifty doors.

I've got sanders, I've got saws,
Electric drills - yes! Stapling guns.
I've got pliers, loads of chisels,
But D.I.Y for me's no fun.

I'm not much good at fixing things,
At decorating I've no cred.
But those tools just keep increasing -
I think they're mating in my shed!

I've got ladders, loads of brushes,
A box that's full of electric plugs.
I've got Allen keys in abundance
I hope that Allen soon turns up!

I've got tape measures by the metre,
I've got fillers of all kinds.
Why, I'm sure I've got a filler
For the crack on your behind!

I've got paint in half filled cans,
Seventeen paint roller trays.
I've got clippers, nippers, snippers -
A garden knome which kneels - Yes, prays!

I'm turning over a new leaf,
I'm getting rid of all my tools.
I'm going to give them all to charity
Or to my local vocational school.

So instead I get a man in
To repair each fault, each spill.
But the cost of these repairers
Means my shed is full of bills!

It seems there is no solution,
Pay my bills or tools I'll hoard.
So I'm sure I've got the answer -
I'll become a man-of-the-road!

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I like this poem because it resonates with me to the deepest core, I always buy new stuff to do some works and as the poem implies my work never finishes.