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    Heres Another Poem

    hope you all like it I Believe I believe that the sun shines after the rain I believe if you don't get hurt you'll never gain I believe in not doing things the easy way I believe that being selfish doesn’t pay I believe in a second chance I believe in a...
    firebird firebird 18-21, F 4 Responses Jun 11, 2007

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    Tears On A Tin Roof

    Tears on a tin roof The fiddler sat  Upon my roof He had no feet  He only had hoofs He played his song  Of make believe He wore a lie Upon his sleeve His evil tune Had me dizzy and spun Believing he was  The ritious one Cast a spell upon my  Fragile mind To leave all of my...
    RavensHeart RavensHeart 36-40, F 2 Responses Feb 9, 2013

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    Is It Too Late?

    I dreamed you in the summer field, a spoke in some eternal wheel. October's path is swallowed in a darkness I can't follow. These evenings when I sit and try to make some sense of our goodbyes, the memory that moves me still allows my love to lose my will, and all I ever dreamed...
    sumnerkagan sumnerkagan 46-50, M 2 Responses Feb 27, 2013

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    I beg, for sleep. Just a little shut eye all to

    ease my mind Beneath, I'm too strung out to stay, away. What am I without your high now? Just pitiful, craving everyday... Holding on to the only love I know... I pray, to be, Something more in this life but my time recedes. Knew I was bound to pay, one day. What am I without...
    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse 22-25, M Nov 9, 2014

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    A tell tell song of a poison heart,

    Rot with sorrow and bitter despair, A tasteless tart, left on they tongue. Thy breath be stilled in this living nightmare. Evil tendrils be thy shackle and chain, Terry not on this soul so vain. Leave thee to die, For this mortal shall death's shroud lie. Be thy mind so weak...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F 1 Response Jan 15

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    poets are just people

    who aren't good at holding onto things. and poetry is the art of letting go.
    expressomarkie expressomarkie 46-50, M May 31, 2014

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    Taboo Remember when.

    .. Baby maker, home maker Is all that you could be. Voting was a tradition for me only. Remember when... Riviter, baseball player Is what you could be, But all of the men were away fighting. Remember when.... Lover, musican A forbidden transition spoke a dark yet happy truth. One...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F 1 Response Feb 11

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    This Is Not A Sonnet

    Your yellowish words,Like puke on my shoes.You have refusedTo let the birdsPeck out the headlinesOn our newspapers.Their appearanceIs like dirty diaper piles'.Do not return.Stick a cactusDown your throat.Let whiskey burnAnd erect usTo sail the Styx boat.
    CarnivorouS CarnivorouS 22-25 4 Responses Nov 7, 2011

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    Tell Me What You Think

    Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare. In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open the grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer...... Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare...
    aBlackRoseBurial aBlackRoseBurial 26-30, M 4 Responses Nov 2, 2007

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    I am currently awaiting a reply from a

    reputable publishing house to see if they are going to publish my poetry! Kind of a daunting experience to send my stuff away for someone to either approve or reject my words!
    slimmmerman slimmmerman 41-45, M 1 Response Feb 16

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    "ole' tookie" tookie winfeild was a friend of

    mine from way on back down the way back in my river days mean old man with a heart of gold ugly old geezer with a silver tongue ole tookie could talk a mile a second say nothin at all ole tookie was as crazy as a jackrabbit in heat and twice as slick used to see that ole codger...
    mudmen mudmen 51-55 Oct 30, 2014

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    So no one told you? So your saying no one told

    you years from now, you'll never be the same you that you were before? The same you that would never doubt anyone's loyalty Judge anyone's character The same you who always stayed with the mindset that nobody was up to anything, there were no secret motives no back roads. No...
    MindConscious MindConscious 22-25, M Jan 15

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    I get the talent from my dad

    and my dads uncle. Ever since I was young I was rhyming words together making poems. Every occasion like Mother's Day Father's Day, Christmas I was writing poems for my parents and grandparents. Over time I got really freaking good. I could write a good rhyming poem in...
    Cheygirl22 Cheygirl22 22-25, F 1 Response Dec 16, 2014

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    Kitchen sink Tink tink tink tink Goes the

    kitchen sink. Drip splash drip splash Out goes the water lash. Splash gurgle splash gurgle, Spits the water lurgle. Gurgle glap gurgle glap The nut goes blap. Glap sween glap sween The pipes sing Creeky crack creaky crack It all comes crashing down.
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F Dec 15, 2014

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    Measure The clock tick stops,

    Rusting from the rain, The gears frozen a timeless pain. Soft tears collect, A vast sea to reflect. The dimly lit candle, A shivering blur in the darkness still. The hollow, empty, fearful fall, Over the cliff into the fog. A pull from the earth says it all. But time passes...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F 1 Response Dec 15, 2014

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    Death

    Death is the line between shadow and light, The flicker of a candle flame ready to go out. Death is the sweet sick sensation, going upstairs, When you get to the last step but the last step's not there. Yes, here too Is the ugliness of human decay. The stench, the rot, the cold...
    blusongbird blusongbird 16-17, F 4 Responses Jan 14, 2012

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    I am a poet... I love how a woman described me,

    although it is crazy to think I might be in those ranks! She said "You are a traditional, lyric, poet in the style of Chaucer and Shakespeare!" Which is way beyond flattering! I just write what I'm feeling, what I've experienced and what I know...
    slimmmerman slimmmerman 41-45, M Feb 15

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    I wanted to forget about you

    because you made me feel like ****. Now I can't remember why I feel like ****...
    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse 22-25, M Nov 14, 2014

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    Echoing Impressions

    Memories resurface; a mist begins to form, Therefore clouding my sight, judgment Spiritual essence still breathes; knowing of one; Lost in all thought – silently breathing; listening Determining all factors; feeling the wave’s crash; Thundering terror breathes in the...
    JamesEric JamesEric 36-40, M 3 Responses Jul 30, 2012

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    Instincts PoeticaYou,

    my language with whichI connect to the world,Life inspired,brushed on canvasfrom a palette of colorsa rainbow, a mixture, a blendof countless combinations, variationsfrom a pen stroke.You,crafter of words whichI createfrom collective awareness,my perceptive observations...
    bemyvalentine bemyvalentine 56-60, F 4 Responses May 21, 2014

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    FOLLOWING COURSE I slip my hands inside the

    skin, Cradling your heart, Hoping to feel that fading pulse Before I fall in love with dying. But decay is seeping through the cracks, So persistent that resisting Becomes a love of destruction. So I'm left to fall and sink into the pavement, Wondering which one will cave in...
    SisterCyanide SisterCyanide 26-30, T 1 Response Mar 13, 2014

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    I used to write poems with my feet on the wet,

    fallen, autumn leafs with the muddy water in the tracks of the chorus. I feel the icy breath of the hunt and hear dogs moaning, this is the destiny of those who can’t and don’t want to wallow in the mud.
    leuconoe leuconoe 31-35, M Jan 14

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    "The Masquerade" Charades of sorts She prances

    around in elegant masks Enchanting yet dismal For what lies concealed Consumes her entirety A rose so delicate with sharpest of thorns She is but a mirage No woman will she keep For she is a million pieces that cant be made whole I am a molten mess in her sight Drawn and...
    AcousticAnne AcousticAnne 26-30, F Feb 7

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    Gilded World

    Confusion surrounds. Which way's up and what lies down, Beneath you, In pain, With no one to blame? Who's the lowest of the low, The weak, The impure? Who can justly define the way, In which others should proudly sway? You see, "love" is patient. "Love" is kind. But their "love...
    daydreamer95 daydreamer95 18-21, F Aug 11, 2013

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    Loss of Inspiration

    My life is a lie My heart is on fire My body is weak When it come to desire Say what you will I believe it all Every lie you tell no matter big or small. I hear what I want And it's never the truth That's one fault I didn't lose with my youth. I'm a...
    salemstar salemstar 26-30, F 5 Responses Mar 19, 2007

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    Nameless

    Hi, everyone. My poetry never has titles, unless it's published, and I have to invent one for it.Anyway. This is my most recent work, and I'd like to receive some feedback, please.Thank you.At noon I am no one,The decline of life,The fifth circle of hell,The filth in the sky.I...
    CarnivorouS CarnivorouS 22-25 4 Responses Nov 6, 2011

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    There once was a soldier called Edser.

    Who once spent all day in bed sir. As the clock struck one, they fired the big gun, and Edser in bed sir was dead sir
    picklebobble picklebobble 46-50, M Oct 30, 2014

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    firebird firebird 18-21, F 1 Response Jun 27, 2007

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    The violin ~ Stephanie (me) He cuts his wrist

    like he's playing the violin . The strings are his skin and his bow is his razor. The beautiful sounds coming from the violin are the crys of the lonely boy. He watches the music notes fall down in the color red "splat, splat, splat" He is plays quicker and as he stops he sees...
    stephanie678 stephanie678 13-15, F 2 Responses Feb 7

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    ANDREAShe's a beautiful young womanShe's a

    living angel on this EarthShe's a caring,compassionate femaleShe's a hard working incredible nurseMy life has been lonely and emptyMy life has been filled with much painMy life has been hard to live throughMy life has been covered by rainThan from out of the south came the...
    AfanOfbigNaturals AfanOfbigNaturals 41-45, M 2 Responses 10 hrs ago

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    Missing You

    It always has been just you and me. maybe i'm putting a smile in my face, maybe i'm laughing so loud as possible, maybe it seems that i'm happy, but there's just you who knows that it's not. who knows me right, who understands me. sometimes i see things reminding of you and there...
    adline adline 22-25, F 3 Responses Mar 4, 2011

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    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse 22-25, M Nov 9, 2014

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    I Love To Write

    Some name me poet, I do not so myself. Many thinks I am so and call me a fallen demon with poetic soul. Perhaps they are right, and perhaps they are not... what I do know though is that a poet is one that is full of feelings and ways to describe this world. How the cresent moon...
    Barlong Barlong 22-25, F May 14, 2012

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    Like A Beautiful Breeze

    SHE entered my life like a beautiful breeze, yet i knew that someday she would get up and leave. i wasnt despondant and i wasnt too sad, for the times that we shared i was ever so glad. she knew me and loved me for all that i' am...
    wiseriser wiseriser 51-55, M 10 Responses Sep 22, 2011

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    Poor Lost Soul

    Poor lost soul You look so young People say your life has just begun Deep inside you feel so old You'll be ok it'll get better in time You drown out the words Too many times you've been told Poor lost soul Turning to the blade in the draw Always hiding Behind your long...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Oct 15, 2013

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    Forget thy name, Forget thy dwelling place,

    To shallow be thy breath, To many sorry spilled in thee name. Call no longer, A demon of Fear devours thy soul, Whilst victorious evil chase the angels away. Give thee silence, Give thee death, Morrow with the dawn, Sing thy funeral song.
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F Dec 16, 2014

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    Kicked In Teeth + A Man Called Gray

    Fraility,fragility, And I'm strapped to the teeth To save a sweet soul Don't ever don't ever Question my role Don't ask her to swallow Cause I'll kick in your teeth Don't pull out a switchblade Unless you want to be stabbed And if you are smart You won't dare make me mad I'm not...
    grayday104 grayday104 26-30, M 5 Responses Oct 12, 2013

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    I love to love to laugh

    and live with life and happiness, my soul to give. I thrive to thrive in this messy life of mine. Give me dark death or give me bright life.
    bonboncandy bonboncandy 18-21, F 1 Response Jan 11

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    I am the paper and this is the void,

    filled with a story that lay untold, as my sorrow and anger unfold with every word becoming more bold.
    Zapxbolt Zapxbolt 18-21, M Dec 4, 2014

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    Sorrowful singing fill the air,

    The casket lay flowerless and bare. Clouds drearily weep above, The ground puddling to mud. The hole below hollow, Death daring to follow.
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F Nov 4, 2014

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    I should make more effort in writing mypoetry.

    Its helped me through highschool and college when I didn't understand a thing I felt. This time though, I'll re read them and try to understand the world inside my head.
    HigherCalling HigherCalling 26-30, F Feb 6

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    A stinky sweaty mess,

    I must confess, Stares at me from under the table so bleak. Oh how i hate to think... "No i shall not touch!" I would never dare. Even though the leather is worn and bare, An ever luring sight, With the laces strung up tight. A criss cross pattern with a brand. The owner i will...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F 1 Response Feb 6

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    Lit a candle in the endless night In light of

    you and me. After years of ceasing the fights, I seek your lost company. Burning bright, your a mantle of hope, shining far out of reach... A mobile of security, hung above my cradle of dreams... Slowly the spinning drifts me to sleep. Greeted by a face familiar to me, Her...
    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse 22-25, M Nov 9, 2014

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    'Madness' A dismal stare,

    A speaker blare. "Code blue! We have a could blue!" The sneaker squeak and squawk upon the white shinny floor, The thundering locks click on each door. That damnable tick and fearless click, This grinding gears winding to stick. "Oh how they shout!" "Oh how they scream! While...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F 3 Responses Feb 6

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    We

    strode strong through hell and gone, full many a live hard mile. left dead and love unsaid, left many a rootless child. got guns got unknown sons got soldiered into life. got taught to do our sums in dust and blood and strife. we don’t believe in any kingdom that can come. we...
    sumnerkagan sumnerkagan 46-50, M Apr 26, 2012

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    In the darkness A twisting traveled terrain,

    A burned path on a barren plain. A rusting hulk of a merchantman, Sinking fast in the watery sand. I shout and scream, No one hears me. The shadow's glare, Bones rotting and bare. I can not fight, His hands hold me tight. Down down down, i drown. In the darkness, I am found. I...
    Chibichaos Chibichaos 26-30, F Oct 30, 2014

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    Feelings of stone I am a lone stone shattered

    from the firmament. Once, I was a mountain. An ancient edifice standing tall and proud. Immovable, immutable and unchanging. Upon high, my song soared through the clouds and rained softly upon the fields at my feet. My roots stretched far, one with all of the Earth. I rumbled...
    Goyantalay Goyantalay 31-35, M Nov 2, 2014