Stani@stani·Sep 07

Dear Lens community,

We need more poems in our lives,
poems that we can collect,
and later in our wallets reflect

Post a poem as a comment with 1 matic fee and will collect the ones I relate to ✨✍🏻

  • The leaves fall quickly
    As the winter freezes up
    Autumn is close by

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    • zhuobro@titock·Sep 09

      wow!

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      • SaaS@saswat·Sep 08

        Incarcerated into our own homes
        The pandemic was a revelation
        To introspect and dive deep into ourself
        To navigate our own neural wirings...

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        • ok bro

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          • Lilu@chest·Sep 08

            GJ

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            • koalabs.eth@koalabs·Sep 08

              Sometimes building is tough
              But the MVP can be rough

              Important is that you ship
              Also during the dip

              Goal is product-market fit
              Which you will reach bit by bit

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              • Pinkly@mygarden·Sep 08

                You start dying slowly
                if you do not travel,
                if you do not read,
                If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
                If you do not appreciate yourself.
                You start dying slowly
                When you kill your self-esteem;
                When you do not let others help you.
                You start dying slowly
                If you become a slave of your habits,
                Walking everyday on the same paths…
                If you do not change your routine,
                If you do not wear different colours
                Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.
                You start dying slowly
                If you avoid to feel passion
                And their turbulent emotions;
                Those which make your eyes glisten
                And your heart beat fast.
                You start dying slowly
                If you do not change your life when you are not satisfied with your job, or with your love,
                If you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
                If you do not go after a dream,
                If you do not allow yourself,
                At least once in your lifetime,
                To run away from sensible advice…

                Pablo Neruda

                Comment by @mygarden.lens
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                • 不错不错

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                  • nice idea

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                    • Own your own data
                      Get paid if it's valuable
                      End of Big Data.

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                      • I taste a liquor never brewed –
                        From Tankards scooped in Pearl –
                        Not all the Frankfort Berries
                        Yield such an Alcohol!

                        Inebriate of air – am I –
                        And Debauchee of Dew –
                        Reeling – thro' endless summer days –
                        From inns of molten Blue –

                        When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
                        Out of the Foxglove's door –
                        When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –
                        I shall but drink the more!

                        Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –
                        And Saints – to windows run –
                        To see the little Tippler
                        Leaning against the – Sun!

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                        • SOJU@notgonnamakeit·Sep 07

                          A Haiku you want?
                          A Haiku you shall receive
                          Wind gently whispers

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                          • Mycaleum@mycaleum·Sep 07

                            Today's contribution:
                            lenster.xyz/posts/0x69f9-0x62

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                            • nofuture@nofuture·Sep 07

                              I already submitted one but this one is actually unreleased

                              Woes:

                              Its tough
                              being a crab
                              Autistic
                              Pain in the ass
                              I wonder if the grass is greener
                              if I switch to smoking hash
                              Like I’m a
                              BTC miner
                              Feeling basic
                              running ASICS
                              Passive income is the basis
                              For my wealth regeneration
                              I just take off
                              like a spaceship
                              I get high
                              I am weightless
                              There’s no
                              future for me
                              I don’t think I’m gonna make it
                              But I keep the glass half full
                              ignore depressive imaginations
                              Hopefully
                              one day soon
                              I’ll clean my act up
                              sanitation
                              And if not
                              Then the plot thickens
                              Evolve and try to replace it
                              Reaching out for something more
                              I can almost even taste it
                              Coming up from the floor
                              Moving up to higher places
                              I ignore these haters quick
                              I don’t let them try my patience

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                              • Mycaleum@mycaleum·Sep 07

                                Two copies left fren
                                lenster.xyz/posts/0x24-0x0106

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                                • nofuture@nofuture·Sep 07

                                  We were suppose to last forever
                                  we couldn’t past November
                                  I messed it all up with my crass endeavors
                                  Always paper chasing
                                  Hmm Man whatever
                                  I shouldn’t be in my feels
                                  what we had together
                                  Was brief but beautiful
                                  Yes A massive treasure
                                  But now I have to let you go
                                  Its a drastic measure
                                  Its the game that we play
                                  Here’s a fast refresher
                                  I never meant to hurt you
                                  And I had the pleasure
                                  To get to know such a wonderful soul
                                  I always thought we would make it to the end
                                  a trillion blocks old
                                  Our time was cut short and it’s taking a toll
                                  So now I’m taking a stroll
                                  Did greed make me lose sight of my goals
                                  Money over everything
                                  So I’m writing these poems
                                  To say I’m sorry I’m sorry
                                  The nights getting cold
                                  Maybe one day we can meet again
                                  On the other side
                                  Until then old Fren
                                  — I apologize

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