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Random Leaves Need to be raked Drinking coffee Sitting here Writing words Light a smoke Rub my head Listen to music Waiting for mail Writing some more Listen some more Smoke my smoke Hear the news Nothing is news Deja Vu Written almost 30 years ago ©Schizology Random #Random #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #OldPoem poetry lovers poetry for kids poetry in english poetry

Random Leaves Need to be raked Drinking coffee Sitting here Writing words Light a smoke Rub my head Listen to music Waiting for mail Writing some more Listen some more Smoke my smoke Hear the news Nothing is news Deja Vu Written almost 30 years ago ©Schizology Random #Random #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #OldPoem poetry lovers poetry for kids poetry in english poetry

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White Monday 6:30 am 2022 Sitting outside at night Listening to the sounds Crickets are quite loud The geese too I found Honking like a horn Geese flying by noisily Chirping like an alarm Crickets creeping eerily A sound from nearby Rustling of some leaves A nocturnal creature A mouse it may be Cars traveling past One, two then three A few more now To where they need Birds are singing now Blue Jays and others A high pitched one Ruffling its feathers Cars, birds and geese And something tiny near Is what I listen to at six am Random things to hear ©Schizology Monday 6:30 am 2022 #2022year #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random poetry poetry in english poetry for kids poetry lovers

White Monday 6:30 am 2022 Sitting outside at night Listening to the sounds Crickets are quite loud The geese too I found Honking like a horn Geese flying by noisily Chirping like an alarm Crickets creeping eerily A sound from nearby Rustling of some leaves A nocturnal creature A mouse it may be Cars traveling past One, two then three A few more now To where they need Birds are singing now Blue Jays and others A high pitched one Ruffling its feathers Cars, birds and geese And something tiny near Is what I listen to at six am Random things to hear ©Schizology Monday 6:30 am 2022 #2022year #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random poetry poetry in english poetry for kids poetry lovers

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Saddle up Saddle up Don't forget a paddle Travel in a barrel Singing carols It's a battle Straddle the mantle Channel those cattle Corral them camel Shake the panel Hear it rattle Like a can from campbells To be dazzled Like the game scrabble Play in flannel A small gamble Letters jumbled Like eggs scrambled Taste a sample For example Now I babble Again I ramble Try and grapple So fragile Burning the candle Turning the handle Lost the manual Now pressing cancel ©Schizology Saddle up #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random #Saddle poetry lovers poetry in english poetry

Saddle up Saddle up Don't forget a paddle Travel in a barrel Singing carols It's a battle Straddle the mantle Channel those cattle Corral them camel Shake the panel Hear it rattle Like a can from campbells To be dazzled Like the game scrabble Play in flannel A small gamble Letters jumbled Like eggs scrambled Taste a sample For example Now I babble Again I ramble Try and grapple So fragile Burning the candle Turning the handle Lost the manual Now pressing cancel ©Schizology Saddle up #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random #Saddle poetry lovers poetry in english poetry

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Five am 2023 Five am Birds are awake Singing their songs They all sing along Five am Chilly morning A rabbit in the grass Gone now in a flash Five am Engines running Cars speeding on by It's a Saturday, why? Five am The moon is alive Shining up in the night Down to us very bright Five am Now it feels chilly I have on a jacket But I still can't hack it Five am I'm getting shivers I'll end my cigarette And inside I will get ©Schizology Five am 2023 #fiveam #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random poetry in english poetry

Five am 2023 Five am Birds are awake Singing their songs They all sing along Five am Chilly morning A rabbit in the grass Gone now in a flash Five am Engines running Cars speeding on by It's a Saturday, why? Five am The moon is alive Shining up in the night Down to us very bright Five am Now it feels chilly I have on a jacket But I still can't hack it Five am I'm getting shivers I'll end my cigarette And inside I will get ©Schizology Five am 2023 #fiveam #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random poetry in english poetry

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After four in the morning 2022 Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology After four in the morning 2022 #2022year #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random poetry in english

After four in the morning 2022 Sitting here at quarter after four I woke early, couldn't anymore Crickets chirping outside the door Smoking a cigarette in the night I can see the brightness of a light From a house, it shines very bright I rolled one and I smoked it slow Let the creative juices begin to flow What comes out , I don't really know I write as the thoughts start tumbling In my brain sometimes it's mumbling Often my thoughts create a rumbling As usual I am the one awake first I made a coffee to ease my thirst It's not too bad, I have tried worse I will conclude this poem very soon I'm going to go listen to some tunes I am chilly and I'm going to my room ©Schizology After four in the morning 2022 #2022year #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random poetry in english

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green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

green-leaves Redamancy He is a shooter, I am a writer. He has guns, I have pens. He has bullets, I have roses. He kills people, I save lives. He takes revenge, I forgive people. He makes people bow down to him,I don't bow down to anyone. He scares people with his strength,I make people aware with my words. He looks at me, I ignore him. He is an enemy, I am a friend. He spreads hatred, I spread love. He takes lives, I give lives. He lives in darkness, I live in light. He loves me, I hate him. He is ready to die for me,I refuse to live for him. He wants to make me his own,I want to save my freedom. He wants to bind me in his love,I want to find freedom in my words. He loves the red color of blood,I love the red color of love. He is a wild lion, I am a cuckoo. He roars, I sing. He likes the sound of gunfire , I prefer the sound of silence. How will this love story begin... ©Divya Shrotriya #Love #Impossible #him #Blood #poem metaphysical poetry Extraterrestrial life

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White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish

White In the garden where our whispers bloom, Love's gentle light dispels the gloom. Soft echoes dance in the evening air, Two hearts entwined, a bond so rare. Every glance a story, every smile a rhyme, In your eyes, I find the magic of time. With every heartbeat, a promise we share, In the tapestry of dreams, we weave our care. ©Sunita Pathania #love_shayari #heartsentwined #sunitapathania #Whispers #Blood #tapestryofdreams #Promise #lovepoem #Nojoto #nojotoenglish

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I wrote this about three years ago At seven am There's very little sound outside Traffic heard in the distance Noise made from workers nearby They must be very cold right now But they are braving it somehow Sounds of coyotes were quite loud Only lasted only a few seconds Now gone but it was very eerie They and the foxes roam at night A photo would be good alright Pushing of the snow by the trucks Loading it up to haul away To take it outside of town When it begins to thaw and melt It drips and runs off somewhere else The birds I can hear are waking up To start their morning songs Chirping they all take turns Singing melodies of their love Just like the pretty morning dove ©Schizology At seven am #sevenam #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random

I wrote this about three years ago At seven am There's very little sound outside Traffic heard in the distance Noise made from workers nearby They must be very cold right now But they are braving it somehow Sounds of coyotes were quite loud Only lasted only a few seconds Now gone but it was very eerie They and the foxes roam at night A photo would be good alright Pushing of the snow by the trucks Loading it up to haul away To take it outside of town When it begins to thaw and melt It drips and runs off somewhere else The birds I can hear are waking up To start their morning songs Chirping they all take turns Singing melodies of their love Just like the pretty morning dove ©Schizology At seven am #sevenam #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #Random