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I Am A Poet

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    "true love of her girlhood" she pours me a

    glass of wine and with overgentle hand caresses my cheek tells me a tale from her long ago in a strange voice like smoke tells me me of a love that chimed like the bells of spring rang straight and true like carefully crafted glass slippers on the night dancer like all the...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Mar 8

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    "quaker ridge road" ashes fell like

    snow drifting down aimlessly silently one landed in her hair but her eyes were fixed on the fire a great rushing crackling tortured sound as the building burned we could only stand and watch can still feel its heat on my face years pass with the seasons laying a great drift of...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Jul 19

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    Simply resting in your own skin.

    Waiting for the day to turn into darkness. The quality of the time spent with yourself is a jewel to bear. And the gift is intended for your eyes only. Lonesomeness may creep slowly into your bed while you sleep to be closer and warmer. When you awake, the lonesomeness is...
    Seoulblues Seoulblues 26-30, F Apr 16

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    "empires end" we stood together

    and watched we were there at the empire's fall watched as its tattered battleflag fell to the ashen earth of its conquered cities the weary children of the empire scavengers in the rubble of its lofty towers and its grand palaces beaten down to hovels our glorious empire...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Mar 13

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    My Angel Dog

    The angel dog High up in the courts of heaven today a little dog angel waits, with the other angels he will not play, but he sits alone at the gates. "For I know my master will come" says he, "and when he comes he will call for me." The other angels...
    firebird firebird 18-21, F 1 Response Jun 26, 2007

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    "brittle grotto" braced against the brittle

    winds no voice in the twisting swirling dance of falling snow no traveller in the dark no footprints decorate the expanse the small golden light of the candle in the window the silhouette of the mountains encasing this quiet place from which no road or path leads with no tale or...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 1 Response Jan 9

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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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    i cant tell you this in person.

    So i wrote it in a letter.The front youll see is covered with stickered hearts i placed and the back a teddy bear i drew.The letter are bold typed and capatilized and no errors.I know cause i checked it three times.the beginning starts with hello sunshine and the end goodbye...
    Passionfruit3 Passionfruit3 18-21, F 1 Response Jun 22

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    The

    Jacket ---------------------------------------------------- His hands are on the Jacket The Jacket that I gave him. My note is in the pocket of the Jacket. Glass is on the Jacket The jacket beneath his hands My hope is in the hood of the Jacket. Rain is falling on the Jacket...
    Missing22Aquarius Missing22Aquarius 18-21, F Jun 21

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    Candy apple lips, diamond eyes A beautiful

    woman is a devil in disguise In the lies that she keeps, her words r unspoken Lost in a dream, falling but not broken As sweet as sugar as hot as fire Blood courses through her veins like hot sapphire Shes as urban as hip hop, her love is a dying rose As unique as a flat top...
    jmarieeee jmarieeee 22-25, F Mar 13

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    I envy the Animals, For they Have no lies with

    which to live, And I envy the stars, For they have beauty even in there death, I envy the plant, Content to give and take only what they need, But I mourn for us men with hearts of lust and greed. I envy the sun for its endurance and the mountains for their hight, And the wind...
    Sir82 Sir82 31-35, M Mar 19

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    For The Open Spaces

    Yeah, I’m like the gray or white or baby blue, Or one of those other crayons You never take out of the box. You’d rather leave the page alone, Where it needs a color, than take me out of there. So I get dry and waxy and break Again and again, But even then, if someone...
    smedleff1 smedleff1 41-45 4 Responses May 20, 2011

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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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    A poet? I don't know.

    Perhaps. Pondering, dreaming as minutes lapse. The world around is far away, Though the one inside I have fallen prey. I have been thrust into a tunnel and emerged aghast. Before my eyes I see the present, future and even the past. The colors, sounds and smells are exotic...
    ezmoney ezmoney 56-60, M 1 Response Feb 26

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    Bang, bang, go Hunter guns.

    Mom's blood, the red tide runs. Thickly flows blood so sweet, driv'n forth by subtle beat. Honey combed through body rest, spilt forth from sundered breast. Treason met on that day, with new force found she doth lay, by my hands stained deep red. Mother dearest, she is dead...
    emowulf emowulf 18-21, M Jun 30

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    i love poetry, and i am a poet .

    .;i write love and romantic poems, i think its a good way to express our feeling through them, ............
    aromanticman aromanticman 22-25, M May 6

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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 7 Responses Oct 12, 2013

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    eclipse Abrupt its arrival Departures the

    same The mental survival Of guilt and shame Always the stranger Never left alone Confusion and anger All which I've owned Breaking its silence Regardless of costs Strength through defiance Or forever remain lost
    Shijin8 Shijin8 46-50 May 5

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    Tree Rings the AcornEight million acorns in the

    tree,All set to fall to liberty,But only one can shoot a root,For nature plants a selective boot,And liberty for most is death,As husks the acorns come to rest,Most fallow in their one attempt,To grow beneath the canopied tent.One acorn’s future though is bright,It’s...
    AngeGardien AngeGardien 46-50, M Mar 21

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    Chasing My Belladonna

    I found a white spider, spinning a web from my chest to my belly. It hung like it was a jewel, pierced into my navel. I thought I’d scream, and tear away the gossamer threads from my breasts and, my stomach. Spiders make me awfully squeamish, but I picked her up, and gazed at...
    irishchild777 irishchild777 18-21, F 4 Responses Mar 24, 2013

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    hey all ! ... this is important

    and big. can i have a small time of yours, just little.. few minutes.. i sign up here around a year back to share my story with people and i did. i expected people will help me out from my heart broken stage and yes to maximum extend people helped, thanks a lot... then i began...
    heartless2 heartless2 22-25, M 1 Response Jul 22

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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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    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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    Sorry To All My Old Friends

    thanks for writing. I got busy,  it got crazy,  fell in love  then we got lazy,  lost your email,  missed your message,  filter bumped you,  tried responding,  needs an edit,  I'm embarassed,  I feel guilty,  fell so far  I'm scared to face you,  ****** my phone up...
    sumnerkagan sumnerkagan 41-45, M 3 Responses Nov 20, 2013

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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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    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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    Heart Of A Poet (But Not The Talent)

    I would not go so far as to convey to the world that I am a poet but I'm certainly a kindred soul of sorts in spirit. You see, I do write poetry, however, my poems are simply not up to snuff. They lack the ease, distinction and eloquence that real poets possess. This unpleasant...
    ForgottenMuse ForgottenMuse 31-35, F 4 Responses Dec 21, 2011

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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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    Wishful SweetnessJust let me sayin my very

    special wayhow I feel about youall this time I’ve been writing love poemsto wrong women whom I thought I lovedbut the truth is, they were just mere infatuationstill the moment you arrived and became known in my heart.I know you must be overwhelmed and stirred up crazyfor...
    bemyvalentine bemyvalentine 56-60, F 2 Responses Apr 7

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    "the loose strand" the wind embraces her and

    sends her embroidered hair to streaming like wild creatures dancing on spring breeze she runs her fingertips along my cheek and with the measured and carefully tender kiss of her smile she releases me to wander the sunlight and seek the turns of phrase seek the true words that...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Jun 18

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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 2 Responses Mar 13

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    Blank Space

    You just don't get it, do you? It's over. It's gone. God dammit, stop chasing the past. I'm sick of all of this crap. If you chase him, I'll leave. Never to look you in the eyes again. The fragile strings that hold the two of us together will be snipped by my hand...
    samancat samancat 18-21, F 1 Response Jun 19, 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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    LILIES FOR Water laps upon the shore,

    irrespective, The air a murmur -- tremulous: To be salt-stained and caressed, but The tears would just dilute it. There are no words for this hatred. The sky is just to scream, And I'm pregnant with your emptiness -- But this metaphor is a shattering mirror, And I'm just an...
    SisterCyanide SisterCyanide 26-30, T Mar 14

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    "driftwood kingdoms" in the evening tide a

    remark of the world washed ashore written with the driftwood's obscure tongue its twisted words spun round itself polished and worn to resemble the bones of the world itself which birthed it it spoke of a mystical place over the far salty seas horizon spoke soft of a place where...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 May 13

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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 6 Responses May 21

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    I wish I could do poetry but,

    I am just horrible at it.
    sashakimi3 sashakimi3 18-21, F 2 Responses Mar 8

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    "her afterglows" there are echoes of christmas

    chimes in the midsummer dreamscape she has woven on our bedsheets with her photographs and pencil sketches there is much to be done and little time to keep she gently sweeps away such frail notions and with sparkling wonders shining in her eyes she unwraps the day with her...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 1 Response Jun 16

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    poets are just people

    who aren't good at holding onto things. and poetry is the art of letting go.
    marklovescoffee marklovescoffee 46-50, M 1 Response May 31

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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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    "like a creature of the night" the room is

    devoid but she sits there with a weak candle flickering its barren carpet reeks of death but the trails in its dust speaks of life's presence water falls through the open window and along the line of its realm things like children grow but they are children of a dark wood and...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Mar 8

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    Fool For All

    Every girl in the world oughtta be Daddy's girl, but the world isn't open to reason. Never left second best never fail any test, she should know Daddy loves her like Jesus. Rock'n'roll, rock-a-bye, rocky road gotta ride, rock of crack 'cuz there's no rock of ages. Hand to hold...
    sumnerkagan sumnerkagan 41-45, M 4 Responses May 8, 2012

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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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    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 22-25, M 4 Responses Nov 2, 2007

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

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    I grew up in a world

    where ignorance was bliss And knowledge was just another indulgent adventure Just a quote i wrote
    YungPocahontas YungPocahontas 13-15, F 1 Response Apr 6

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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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    So I write poetry and I need some help.

    I want to get my poems noticed by someone and possibly publish them. Does anyone know who or where to contact? Or maybe a website I could go to?
    ForeverLostPoet ForeverLostPoet 13-15, F Jul 5

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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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    "treeline" the trees give way to large open

    space with a road running its center fields of wild grass and shrub border its sides above the sky has forgotten the sun under the swift grey silent river of storm clouds it will rain any moment the air is thick with its taste a mass of small birds suddenly take to wing moving...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 May 30

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    Both me and my brother love poetry.

    We are also aspiring poets. Especially my brother, he really is passionate about it!
    Wattouat Wattouat 18-21, F Jul 6

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    "the canvas on which you are painted" the day

    like a beautiful woman beguiles you from the dark path that your troubles lead you the spring air itself seeks to enlighten and revive but stained is the canvas on which you are painted and while they are rich in flavour the hues in which you are rendered are filled with traces...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Mar 12

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    see the weird thing is i love writing poetry

    but ive barely read any except for the cutters lullaby i love that one
    BenjaminChapman BenjaminChapman 18-21, M 1 Response Apr 7

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