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I Am A Poet

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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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    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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    Everything is crashing down around me These

    walls I've built they're cracking and falling down And though I know my time is short I try my best not to resort To falling into madness and self doubt Because every night will see the sunrise Every trouble will work itself out When the darkness comes on in Do not try and live...
    Midnightchorus Midnightchorus 18-21, M Sep 2

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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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    "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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    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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    "motel mirror" truths triage could not spare

    him as he was trying to look angelic on a boatload of sinners hes chained to his uttered story despite its flaws he wrote it with the ink of despairs wisdom despite knowing despair will lie to you as often as its dark brother fear he carved his fate in the slippery wet stone of...
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Jun 9

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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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    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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    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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    As we approach the final hour We will see these

    men lose their power They've cheated, lied, and stole to get But the time is come and this is it Your money will not help you now Your possessions, property and you will bow To the one who owns it all Everything else will start to fall The suffering you've caused will come back...
    Midnightchorus Midnightchorus 18-21, M 1 Response Sep 11

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    I kind of recently started writing poetry.

    I started writing poetry the beginning of last year. A friend of mine got me into it and from then on I wrote a lot of poetry. I mostly wrote poems about my feelings. I was an emotional guy during my last semester so I had a lot of feelings swirling around inside of me and...
    Culinaryman23 Culinaryman23 22-25, M Aug 22

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

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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

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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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    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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    THE SON OF TWO OUTLAWS I am the son of a

    father murdered in prison I am alive today Because of the man who put him there I met him as a boy When I was just a small time thief stealing to survive He knew my name And I didn't know why he knew He gave me a sandwich And then just smiled He'd do that from time to time...
    grayday104 grayday104 26-30, M 1 Response Aug 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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    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 6 Responses Oct 12, 2013

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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 7 Responses May 21

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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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    "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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    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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    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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    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...
    zmedleff1 zmedleff1 41-45 4 Responses May 20, 2011

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    "you will see" in the full richness of

    time with my hand in yours with my heart in yours you will see the truth of loves knowin you will see the beautiful truth of our lives joined breathing as one being one lovers kiss me give yourself to me you will see
    mudmen mudmen 46-50 Aug 2

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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 1 Response May 31

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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 2 Responses Nov 20, 2013

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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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    I am tired of influence,

    broken, fatigued, cold hearted and no longer able to trust. Where can I find meaning in purposeless void? My desire now; Only to crawl under something into a parallel universe tailored to perfect weightlessness and my greatest joys and comforts, and so to sleep.
    Lauzkitten94 Lauzkitten94 18-21, F 1 Response Aug 31

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    Passion and Drive As my day begins to fade,

    as my moon begins to rise. There starts a fire in my eyes. A fire not of lust and desire. But of passion and drive. The passion that we share in a simple kiss. To the passion we share cooking a meal. The drive to be a better one. Not Two. The passion and drive to become a true...
    Hislittlewife Hislittlewife 18-21, F Aug 31

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    Locked Away I open my mouth

    and words fall out.. a jumbled alphabetic chaos that only few can sift thru to fully understand. The letters from my words strung out in front of him like a jigsaw puzzle waiting impatiently to be solved. My skin feels bare, scaly and freezing cold. Vulnerability has never been...
    writingmyrelease writingmyrelease 26-30, F Aug 17

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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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    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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    your fingers are wild horses running through my

    hair dragging out the fiery knots i am wild i am reckless i am free
    InhuldibleCrelk InhuldibleCrelk 36-40 Aug 24

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    Poetess: For My Painter What is it about your

    love that makes me quiver on the inside when I want to reveal an unspoken secret. Seventeen years we have been lovers and yet I still am that shy girl that fell deeply for you. Blue eyes that see what I am, through all the doors and rooms I build to keep my sanity. How...
    PaintedPoemCpl PaintedPoemCpl 36-40 Aug 30

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    Taken! I am who I am.

    My body is taken by the soul I call… Me My soul is taken by who I am. Not what you try to make me. My mind is taken by my own original thoughts You can say you hate me. But that doesn’t faze me. You can tell me to die. But you cannot get rid of me that easily I AM HERE...
    Hislittlewife Hislittlewife 18-21, F 1 Response Aug 31

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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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    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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    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 3 Responses May 8, 2012

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    Grappling with what is left of my weak crumbled

    soul essence I make a final slow and painful ascension to the top of the known universe .... My heart pounds and metallic taste is creeping over my tounge as fiery fluid fills my lungs - oh Gods fathers entities forgive my misdemeanour help me back to the bottomless filth pit...
    Lauzkitten94 Lauzkitten94 18-21, F Sep 2

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