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aidyn_loves_miguel
Posts: 37
Registered: ‎05-07-2009

Working on this poem

So i'm writing this poem. it's not quite finished but here are the first three stanzas:

 

The magazine covers, all glossy and new,

Portray the famous people with pretty faces.

It shows them living lofe to the fullest;

Being loved by great people and going great places.

 

But what is beauty but just a label

That we put on those who rarely deserve it?

They alwas get something for nothing

And when the don't get their way they throw a fit.

 

Yet our culture idolizes and envies them;

As if constant adoation is what they deserve;

As if a lucky gene pool of beauty

Is enough to make us always to them serve

 

 

More later...

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Cuz I gotta couple dents in my fender. Gotta couple rips in my jeans. Try to fit the pieces together, but perfection is my enemy! On my own i'm so clumsy, but on your shoulders i can see... I'm free to be me!- Francesca Battistelli
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Night_Angel
Posts: 397
Registered: ‎05-10-2009
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Re: Working on this poem

It's a good start- keep going!! 
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CaLaMiTyPLeAsE
Posts: 717
Registered: ‎05-05-2009
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Re: Working on this poem

YAAAY P.J.!!!!

i love you!!!

keep on writing!!!!

 

 

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aidyn_loves_miguel
Posts: 37
Registered: ‎05-07-2009
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Re: Working on this poem

Here's the extended version... 

 

The magazine covers, all glossy and new,

Portray the famous people with pretty faces.

It shows them living lofe to the fullest;

Being loved by great people and going great places.

 

But what is beauty but just a label

That we put on those who rarely deserve it?

They alwas get something for nothing

And when the don't get their way they throw a fit.

 

Yet our culture idolizes and envies them;

As if constant adoation is what they deserve;

As if a lucky gene pool of beauty

Is enough to make us always to them serve

 

 

But looking in to see what they hold

Is rarely more than pride and ego.

There may be some who have inner beauty,

They are few and far between though.

 

We spend hours in our bathrooms day after day

Primping and copying to look like them.

But what we don't do is look inside,

For the beauty we should want comes within.

 

From the voice that says, "go help them out"

To the bold hero who says, "Share the love."

We need to listen to the voice, for it is right.

It is the voice from the father above.

 

He's the tue judge of all beauty,

Not by our own outer look,

But by the inner beauty he shows us

In his own number one book.

 

 

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Cuz I gotta couple dents in my fender. Gotta couple rips in my jeans. Try to fit the pieces together, but perfection is my enemy! On my own i'm so clumsy, but on your shoulders i can see... I'm free to be me!- Francesca Battistelli