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I walked home alone a few days ago and couldn't enjoy it as much as I wanted to. So I wrote this poem about my experience
  • Yes! That's what made me write the poem. It's so unfair. Sometimes I get really angry about it and sometimes just sad.

  • I walked home alone a few days ago and couldn't enjoy it as much as I wanted to. So I wrote this poem about my experience
  • I get it, it really sounds amazing to feel free to do that and not worried for once.
    Unfortunately I'm very much not a dog person, especially not a big dog person.

  • I walked home alone a few days ago and couldn't enjoy it as much as I wanted to. So I wrote this poem about my experience
  • I had a pattern like that in my head when I wrote it and I'm glad to read that it came across that way.

    Though I messed up in the "hear" stanza. I like to pretend it symbolises the reality catching up and leaving no room for relaxation. But I really just couldn't think of a rhyme for "chirp" 😂

  • I walked home alone a few days ago and couldn't enjoy it as much as I wanted to. So I wrote this poem about my experience

    I don't know if content like this is welcome here. I thought that probably many here can relate and I needed to vent. But I don't want to spam the community with something it wasn't intended for, so please feel free to tell me if this doesn't fit here and I'll delete the post.

    I really love being outside at night and I would love to go for walks after dark. But when I'm alone outside at night, like a few days ago, I often get very tense and can't enjoy it as much as I want to. It's partly because of bad experiences and I guess partly because everyone always tells women how dangerous it is (not completely unjustified of course). I hate it and it makes me really sad sometimes. So I vented my feelings by writing this poem:

    I want to walk the streets at night. I don’t want to be told to hide -- To be careful -- not to risk Walking solo, even brisk.

    I want to see the stars shine bright, Watch the day’s slow-fading light. Not to glance with every step If there’s someone at my back.

    I want to smell the flowers sweet In the night air by the street; Not the beer-breath and the sweat Of a slow-approaching threat.

    I want to hear the crickets chirp, Not the hooting of some twerp, Cat-calls, jeers, a “compliment” Which make me feel so impotent.

    I want to feel alone and free, The night’s invigorating breeze. Not fear that if I’m not alert, I’ll get grabbed and I’ll get hurt.

    Feel free to share your own thoughts and experiences in the comments or vent a bit with me!

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    Was ist eurer liebster vegetarischer Döner?
  • Falafel sind einfach ein geiler Scheiß. Weiß jetzt nicht, ob ich es als DönerĂ€quivalent betrachten wĂŒrde, aber das ist meine erste Wahl, wenn ich unterwegs was warmes essen will.

  • Can you post your political views in the form of a rhyming poem?
  • I always watch sadly
    Those giving their vote
    To people who'd gladly
    Cut open their throat.

    They follow their hate,
    They don't spot the lies.
    Rich man owns the state,
    Rich man's gaining weight,
    The poor one just dies.

    Edit: changed a line

  • Anxiety, a poem

    Deep in the darkness The fear slowly rises; Down in the shadows Where gloomy thoughts dwell.

    Watch as it waxes, There are no disguises, No hope of evading Its all-crippling spell.

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