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I Am A Poet

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    Follow The Rainbow Over

    Follow the Rainbow over.  the wind will guide you there.  Rest where the Sunset Lingers.  Feel the Breeze in your Hair.  Sit a While and Ponder at this Love Beyond Compare.  So Follow  the Rainbow over. Straight to the Guiding Light. Let my Loving Arms Enfold You...
    wiseriser wiseriser 51-55, M 2 Responses May 27, 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 51-55, F 2 Responses Apr 7

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    Confined.

    I broke the Law repeatedly And now I’m confined I want to go back someday But I always relapse, time after time I’m not sure which fate is worse To sign a sacred contract and break it Or to never commit to anything at all. I broke my contract because of a curse. My...
    CowgirlBebop CowgirlBebop 18-21, F Apr 20, 2012

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    "miscreants of shallow ditches" the grey sandy

    soil gives neath footfall as he hitches up his oversized jeans and nervously fumbles with his broken glasses a caricature of indecisive recluse his worked hands covered in soils grips and relaxes with the rise and fall of the conversation his tattered shirt haphazardly buttoned...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 1 Response Mar 7

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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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    "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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    I really love poetry

    and I love writing it if you guys wanna check it out here is a link to some of it. http://dustinstrong.com/category/poetry
    NiamLover227 NiamLover227 16-17, M Mar 3

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    Dreams of you siting next to true must say sorry

    before I lose this diamond in the rough when times get tough no more huff and puff healed from your love innocents of a soft voice intelligent's enjoyed your an artist that makes others nervous you say what just this baby every time I here that I just want to kiss your lips...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 13

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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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    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 3 Responses Mar 24, 2013

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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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    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 Apr 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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    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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    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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    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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    "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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    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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    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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    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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    kuch thokron key baad samjhdaar ho gaya ab

    dil kay mashwaron par bharosa nahi raha........
    isabelarao isabelarao 18-21, F Feb 11

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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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    I sit up on this shelf with a twinkle in my eye,

    A smile waiting to been seen when you pass me by I wait for the moments when you'll give me what is due, And pick me up, giving me my time to be with you You shower me with love, and I sponge up every bit Words so pleasing, Powerful, I beam when they hit Then, just when I...
    Kimiko66Emo Kimiko66Emo 18-21, F 2 Responses Feb 26

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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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    "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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    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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    Eveybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants

    to die I can't fear death no longer I've died a thousand times Why explore the universe when we don't know ourselves? there's emptiness inside our heads that no one dares to dwell Have you ever took a blade to your wrist? Have you been skipping meals? We're going to try...
    ramonawayland ramonawayland 16-17, F Jan 11

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    My Poem Tomorrow

    I try to smile, I try to laugh, But nothing seems to work, The sun wont shine, The earth wont grow, I know i am living in sorrow, But i have to try, To keep an eye, On the beauty of tomorow,
    Smilz2012 Smilz2012 18-21, F 2 Responses Jan 10, 2013

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    When I close my eyes.

    .. I see it When I close my eyes I see Every chance I would have given For someone to save me... But now in my eyes there's only darkness In my eyes there is despair Pleading quietly for forgiveness Begging silently for someone to care but with this mask my pain is muted with...
    Missing22Aquarius Missing22Aquarius 18-21, F Dec 12, 2013

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    "sinister of sexy" we started out in ain a

    parking lotwith no shopping cartlook at us nowappeal to her desperationfor a moment in her sunshine's bravadoshe dose not think beyond the moment despite my efforti drink her inand she is such sweet nectarit is thinly disguised that she is nosnowbunny as she pulls herself from...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 1 Response Jan 2

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    Lust

    LustNeither nature nor art could make you more perfect than you are. The pleasant curves and taste of your body are implanted in my Mind forever. Like a lost soul I wander in a Daze searching for happiness which I will never find. But as long as I have you in my mind, I...
    roots2life roots2life 46-50, M Dec 30, 2011

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    I use my poetry as song lyrics.

    Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Most of my lyrics are written from personal experience, some are me projecting myself onto another character or experience. Sometimes they are too personal to sing, but when I do, I always feel the full emotion of the song and people are...
    ForestofDreams ForestofDreams 36-40 1 Response Dec 16, 2013

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    "the hanged man" the dead leaves seem alivein

    the shifting shadows of the overhanging branchattached to its grim wooda plastic bag wavers in the pattern of breezeits slow swinging reveals its contending fearsa hanged man still bearing his deck of marked cardsa devilish grin painted with childlike hand on hisgrey and drawn...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Jan 4

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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 41-45, M 2 Responses Feb 27, 2013

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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 41-45, M Apr 26, 2012

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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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    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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    Golden Rule

    It is kind of funny of fake Some people are don't you think Lies interlock Interlink Let's all gossip Whisper Whisper Truths are distorted Words are contorted Your integrity can be bought Easily afforded At a reasonable price today 50% off if you come and stay Come let's all...
    poetrychild poetrychild 26-30, F Mar 15, 2013

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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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    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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    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 3 Responses Mar 13

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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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    FloralSmoke18 FloralSmoke18 18-21, F 1 Response Feb 7

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    ---You & I you & i, we're crossed lines

    - destined to love, destined to hurt. ----We meet, then we part, & we let down our guard - oblivious to the pain that's instore, yes, never to love in this world.
    maezombiie maezombiie 18-21, F 1 Response Dec 4, 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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    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 6 days ago

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

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    It was significant IT FEELS SO

    ENERGETIC PASSION KILLS I'M NOT READY. JOIN WITH ME GIVE A KISS I LOOK PATHETIC DON'T GET ME WRONG I WASN'T READY. REACH MY FLESH CUT ME LIKE KNIFE AS I WAS FEELING STOP THIS ABUSE I FELT SO ANGRY. RUNNING LIKE HELL BECAUSE YOU HELD ME UNTOLD WORDS FORGIVE ME. IT WAS SIGNIFICANT...
    blackweirdcat blackweirdcat 46-50, F Dec 11, 2013

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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 1 Response Mar 21

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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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    Tears of Blood Tears of Blood Dripping

    red Fall like snow mixed with Red wine and honey mixed Like Honey dripping down a thread As a faint crescent moon slices the sky of deepest blue As lover danced and kissed A Silver slice of moonlight soon To fade from faint sight and view Fangs pierce the skin , cutting deep...
    BloodwingTheRedDragon BloodwingTheRedDragon 31-35 1 Response Mar 2

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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 2 Responses Jan 9

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    "with golden lances" heritage of her long

    preamble lovemaking the quick note stencilled on sticky note seemed not only incomplete but irrational 'plead not the day to the jury of night its light deceives the dark into seeking solace for its own death' her heritage thought troubles the waves sending its silent after...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 1 Response Jan 8

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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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    Related Experiences

    To my fellow poets. If you’re interested in expanding your poetry horizons I suggest joining a poetry sharing site. Some are better than others. Stay away from sites that require...
    proudsocialist proudsocialist 56-60, M Apr 14

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