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I Am A Poet

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    Magically overlapping the mystery of light,

     I sneaked under the rhythm of the night, in a mixture of the dark and a candle light; in warmth and silence of desire...All my senses came to life to perform for you. Naked. I came to you for one purpose only. To touch me. 
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F Feb 5, 2015

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    Metaphor She is like a metaphor I described her

    as a simile Explained she is inspiration Like my muse in writings A poem from my lips A feeling from my thoughts Written for others to read A form of grammar in expression As I describe my feelings And wonder if I have it wrong Is she like a metaphor Or is she the metaphor That...
    slimmmerman slimmmerman 41-45, M Oct 8, 2015

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    WHERE'S MY LIVING DREAM GIRL?

    All I ever have wantedAll I ever have believedAll I ever have hoped forHas live inside my dreamsI long for a good womanI yearn to feel her touchI ache with all my feelingsTo one day fall in loveIt happens in the moviesIt happens upon T VIt happens for many peopleWill it ever...
    AfanOfbigNaturals AfanOfbigNaturals 46-50, M Mar 20, 2015

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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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    '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, 2015

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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, 2015

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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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    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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    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 2 Responses Oct 15, 2013

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

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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 26-30, F May 14, 2012

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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 4 Responses Oct 12, 2013

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    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse 22-25, M Mar 13, 2015

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    I don't need to get high- original poem by

    Cheyanne Stark I don't need to get high Cuz I'm at my highest when I'm with you. I already float on the top like when oil fights water. The haters push me up as they get deeper and deeper under my skin but really they're only a splinter the size of their hatred which by far is...
    WolfAssassin16 WolfAssassin16 16-17, F 1 Response Jun 10, 2015

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    Just a few more steps,

    Why should I go on? Rain mixes with sweat, Am I even alive? The forest around me breathes, Life is all around me but I feel hollow I have walked a thousand steps, And cherished only a few The last section lays ahead, Winding up into the clouds Is it worth it? My body is numb...
    MistyDayz MistyDayz 18-21, F 1 Response Sep 19, 2015

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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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    She realized the people you love can change

    And the person you used to know can become a pleasant memory She didn't recognize the new you So she stared attentively She didn't know who you were so she asked your favorite color She didn't remember your voice so she listened intently She didn't remember your smile so...
    Brideofchucky Brideofchucky 22-25, F 2 Responses Aug 26, 2015

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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, 2015

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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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    PotPrincess PotPrincess 18-21, F 1 Response Aug 11, 2015

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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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    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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    Update: I am proud to say,

    I am a quarter into my yearly poem goal of 100, just when I think I'm done, I surprise myself again and again..
    Listen1stTalk2nd Listen1stTalk2nd 22-25, M 6 Responses Jan 14

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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 26-30, F 3 Responses Mar 4, 2011

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    tomk27 tomk27 18-21, M Dec 21, 2015

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    I don't write poetry to achieve fame

    or popularity, though fame would be an added bonus. I write poetry because it's the only form of writing that allows to fully express my thoughts and ideas. Anyone else feels this way?
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Jul 19, 2015

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    HarlotCurse HarlotCurse 22-25, M Mar 5, 2015

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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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    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 3 Responses May 21, 2014

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    I always go around with a moleskine notebook

    and a fountain pen in my pocket - so I can catch the fleeting moment before it disappears - as birds in flight as a drop of rain on a dark windowpane a tear on her cheek in the dark...
    Xenox Xenox 31-35, M 1 Response Oct 14, 2015

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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, 2015

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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.
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 14, 2015

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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 1 Response Feb 7, 2015

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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 46-50, M 3 Responses Mar 3, 2015

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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, 2015

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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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    grayday104 grayday104 26-30, M Apr 14, 2015

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    More often than not / we believe what we want

    to believe / instead of believing / the whole story
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jul 21, 2015

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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 46-50, M 1 Response Nov 20, 2013

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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 46-50, M 3 Responses May 8, 2012

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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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    As I sit here broke and twisted from the words

    thrown at me from a barrage of voices in my head,. I feel so alive in the elements we call life as I feel pain from the bright lights of a society that eats your flesh. wooo to those who travel fast up those steps to face a deadly dream. skeletons in your closet. who am I...
    Amber237 Amber237 51-55, F Nov 21, 2015

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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, 2015

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    I write about politics,

    spirituality, personal feelings and philosophy. It's really good at relieving stress and allows me to get my point across in a more delicate way.
    Samp842 Samp842 16-17, M Jun 23, 2015

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    Look at my blogs, escapoetry.

    wordpress.com and genericwritings.wordpress.com
    tomk27 tomk27 18-21, M Jan 4

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