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Poetry thread

Lotus

I quite like writing poetry and so I thought I'd start a thread - please post your poems here. The first one I want to share is one I posted on another thread recently, about autistic people being typecast.

It's called "I don't wanna be typecast"

I don't wanna be typecast, I'm not a Tinpot

Unimportant, inferior or worthless, I'm not.

I'm not a savant, no genius IQ

But I'm not stupid, I can learn stuff too.

Don't think there is no emotion there

I have empathy, consideration and care

I don't wanna be typecast, no matter what we do

We're all individuals, I'm me and you're you

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  • I've been playing with this, I am not sure if the wording is 100% there.

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    Images streamed, camera and eye, friends down below, seeing them fly.
    Trip of a lifetime, hotel so new, such money'd been made, there were now a few.
    Up they'd just come, arriving that day, funding they'd borrowed, forget how to pay.
    Through inches so thick, view very clear, a window to show, guests all drew near.

    How dark it became, eyes now to spare, another flash gone, blinding the glare.
    New pencil lines, criss-crossed the sky, looking so small, from way on high.
    An orbital perch where all was serene, all who looked down did silently scream.
    Billowing clouds heat driving high, wondering faces, all asking why.

    "Will we be spared?" she asked out aloud, but none could respond alone in the crowd.
    Mouths all agape in lobby they stared, for tastiest treats no one now cared.
    It was not needed, it was unseen, then they were hit it all seemed so mean.

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  • I've been playing with this, I am not sure if the wording is 100% there.

    .

    Images streamed, camera and eye, friends down below, seeing them fly.
    Trip of a lifetime, hotel so new, such money'd been made, there were now a few.
    Up they'd just come, arriving that day, funding they'd borrowed, forget how to pay.
    Through inches so thick, view very clear, a window to show, guests all drew near.

    How dark it became, eyes now to spare, another flash gone, blinding the glare.
    New pencil lines, criss-crossed the sky, looking so small, from way on high.
    An orbital perch where all was serene, all who looked down did silently scream.
    Billowing clouds heat driving high, wondering faces, all asking why.

    "Will we be spared?" she asked out aloud, but none could respond alone in the crowd.
    Mouths all agape in lobby they stared, for tastiest treats no one now cared.
    It was not needed, it was unseen, then they were hit it all seemed so mean.

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