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Weekly Poetry Stuffage > Week 489 (September 17 - September 30) Poems Topic: Forgetting

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message 1: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 656 comments You have until the 30th of September to post a poem and from the 1st to around the 7th of October, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: forgetting

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow


message 2: by Janelle (new)

Janelle Barker Dementia is a disease
And with it
Are no guarantees
It does not discriminate
It has no mercy
When you wake
You feel very thirsty
Feeling lost and scared
And unprepared
You feel alone
Because you’re in a home
Lost memories of life
Lost memories of family
Can’t look after yourself
You stare in the mirror at oneself
Life is a blur
You don’t know
it as it were
Loved ones around you
you’re lost in their eyes
Looking for answers
With you they empathise
No cure at bay
The best we can do
Is all pray


message 3: by Garrison (new)

Garrison Kelly (cybador) | 9402 comments POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Disillusionment
GENRE: Heavy Metal Song
RATING: PG-13 for language



CHORUS
Disillusionment
Disappointment
Disenchantment
Disenfranchisement

VERSE 1
Never forget the platinum rule
Don’t be taken for a bloody fool
Pedestals weren’t meant to go that high
Same level as the angels in the sky
When they destroy what you love
When you’re theirs to push and shove
When you’re locked in an institution
Still don’t realize your own disillusion

CHORUS
Disillusionment
Disappointment
Disenchantment
Disenfranchisement

VERSE 2
Was it sex appeal that turned you on?
Was manipulation part of the con?
Money and fame that fucked your brain?
Word salad that made this seem so sane?
Should I slap your face to wake you up?
Should I scream about how much this sucks?
Your tragic tale has a deadly conclusion
Yet you can’t realize your own disillusion

CHORUS
Disillusionment
Disappointment
Disenchantment
Disenfranchisement

VERSE 3
The planet’s on fire, the air is poison
Shit goes beyond mere disappointment
No money in your bank, here come the tanks
Got a rifle in your hand like you’re in the ranks
Head in the sand like a number one fan
Idol cheats a system that fucks a lesser man
Wakey wakey, wakey! Eggs and bacey!
But you say to the reaper, “Come and take me!”

FINAL VERSE
You tried to hide!
Opened wide and lied!
You died for pride!
False god never cried!


message 4: by Anne (last edited Sep 23, 2020 08:14PM) (new)

Anne (annefrn) | 916 comments Title: Homeless Shoes

Shoes of flapping leather slap along the sidewalk
on and on.
And on.
Stumbling, tripping, remembering.
Always remembering
Until past and present blend together in a dance of forgetfulness.

The shoes stop. Coins drop.
"Thankee sir" the shoes' wearer slurred.
The man slumps into a doorway, fingers clutched and slumber looms.
A needed rest
To forget.
The shoes sigh.


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