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I Am Not a Poet But I Think I Write Poems

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    Untitled The endless pursuit of material goods

    and kids claiming to be misunderstood. Damaging to the human psych, breed a generation of youth competing for facebook likes. Bust out my smartphone and gaze at my news feed, see the usual yolo swag and vines about weed. New everybody be posting highlight reels of their lives...
    YouAreNotWhoYouSayYouAre YouAreNotWhoYouSayYouAre 22-25, M Aug 24, 2015

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    SOLITARY Confinement

    Sitting by my study's window sill, Looking at the paper I'm going to fill, I realize the thing I'm writing about, May be hell to some but heaven to me, no doubt. Solitary confinement as I talk of it, Is surely the place I'd like to sit, The best place to discover...
    Floydian Floydian 22-25, M 17 Responses Nov 12, 2008

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    You feel that? That ache?

    It's the ache of the slow agonizing death of tolerance. Intolerance knows no bounds and so will wriggle it's slimy head into everything, if permitted. But the ache will be there, like a breaking heart. All encompassing from both ends in both directions. Like ice and water rip...
    cyclone80 cyclone80 31-35, M Jul 12, 2015

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    Dont Leave Me Here.

    Today was the day I had to say goodby I stood at the casket With tears in my eye Gone was the laughter Gone was the smile Death took it all So cold and vile Then I heard a voice Whispering so slow I did not leave you Yet your letting me go Please dont leave me here When...
    Robert1256 Robert1256 51-55, M 2 Responses May 29, 2010

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    It’s cold. Cold, hard,

    slow, intense freezing tearful moves of giving a chance to give up, Bending under the thickness of a heavy coat, trying to keep warm the remains of a soul; Turning its meaning into icicles all around; White has spread its marshmallow coating, icing the sweetness of below...
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F 3 Responses Dec 17, 2015

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    No Way Out

    Sadness fills my soul, I don’t know why, alone in the darkness I’m finally free to cry. I need some excitement back in my life. It’s not enough just to be a mother and wife. Is there anyone who has found their true love, spending the life you've always dreamed of? Is what...
    dare2love dare2love 56-60, F 4 Responses Feb 6, 2011

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    kayegela kayegela 31-35, F May 21, 2015

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    Sweet Silence

    Such a sweet silence that I’ve found here. There’s no one here to hurt me anymore. The pain has become nonexistent. The agony is over. This sweet silence has taken over me. You can’t take this away from me. Here I can be me. Here I feel as if I’m free. Your torturing...
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Feb 7, 2011

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    kayegela kayegela 31-35, F May 21, 2015

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    I think I write poems

    but I'm not sure...
    N1n74 N1n74 22-25, F May 21, 2015

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    I refuse to give up even

    if I am the last one of my kind, Even if I slip, fall, forgotten and left behind.
    fuwhat fuwhat 18-21, M Aug 15, 2015

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    I haven't written a poem

    since I was in school. I penned this one last week. A Time for rhymes. With words we color. Similar sounds appeal But meaning has the luster.
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Dec 6, 2015

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    Can We Return

    Take a bull by its horns What a commotion! A rose among thorns A metaphor that bespeaks emotions! In life we seek joy The reward seems like Helen of Troy. Men fight and dreams Are crushed. The love becomes forgotten The love is hushed. Men and women become rotten The days of...
    startingpointguard33 startingpointguard33 26-30, M 2 Responses Feb 1, 2013

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    For you 4.17.15 A dream is just a dream is

    just a dream, until it's not. Reach beneath consciousness, this fleshed-out reality, and take hold of a whole new world, no magic carpet needed. A house of mirrors reflecting the innermost thoughts of man where life is breathed into every throw-away moment, every intention...
    peacefulrebel peacefulrebel 22-25, F Apr 17, 2015

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    My mom is a woman hard to appease.

    She will never let your mind have peace. Whatever you say and do she will not cease. For my mother is a woman very hard to please.
    PrezBel PrezBel 18-21 1 Response Sep 22, 2015

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    An Image

    I can take hold the knife and gash open my soul And there's still things about me you'll never know You'll only know of the things I let slip To shape and to mold the perception you get With bias and limited access for now Your image of me is the one I allow
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Apr 5, 2012

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    Neverending Dawn

    The silence of screaming trains Gently pulsating window panes Crescendos of vibrato Drumming up a peak   Currents of warmth and Rhythm Like water to the vein   Lead their way through Tips of toes They swear its for no gain Emaciated glory! the Tempest of...
    MysticWriter MysticWriter 36-40, F 1 Response Oct 30, 2006

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    There's a dark abyss inside me.

    I yearn for you to shed light deep down. Time and again I try and swim out from this abyss but always loosing myself and getting deeper. I yearn for your fervent feeling of light of life. Time and again I'm poised from where I am in this darkness and feel there will be no rescue...
    Spiritm Spiritm 31-35, M Jul 27, 2014

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    Dust is the sign of sadness.

      A candle on the table, lighting up the whole room, is the sign of hope. Food on the table is the sign of hard work. Listening to your favourite music is the sign of the feeling you hear through musical notes inside you; all you want to do is dance. Holding your hand in mine is...
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F 1 Response Dec 26, 2014

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    The hunter I miss you like the sky Misses the

    sun at night I miss you like a kite Misses the wind While in flight I miss you like the heart Misses blood when one dies I miss you like plants Miss the rain when it is dry I miss your dark brown eyes In the light I miss your beautiful dark brown hair On my face at night...
    zealots201 zealots201 22-25, M May 12, 2015

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    DISTANCES!

    Ok people this is the poem i wrote for my girl..it is the actual story...stated shortly here...well the girls long gone now..but just the memories remain...it contains the true feelings i had..so presenting to you... DISTANCES The rains have come and yet again, Distances...
    Floydian Floydian 22-25, M 15 Responses Nov 21, 2008

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    The Fall... Or Something the Like

    Now I am here, I am losing it all The higher you fly, the deeper you fall The world doesn't change, I'll be losing my soul I flew sort of high, now I'm losing control I stand in front of a firm set of gates I can almost see how my lifetime escapes Then the gates open...
    GothGrrrl GothGrrrl 18-21, F 1 Response Oct 11, 2007

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    Euphoria

    His kiss is like a sweet summer breeze touching my skin. In my dreams, I am bound to endless wanderings with him…. Through muted space, our souls travel and meet Intertwined in the energy flowing.   And I am lifted… Buoyed by the spark and bubbling and...
    MysticWriter MysticWriter 36-40, F 3 Responses Nov 9, 2006

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    I am no big fan of poetry.

    I do, however like analyzing them. And also, I thought of an analogy. I don't know if it could be called a poem or not. But, here goes: Life is like a Tetris game. It can't last forever. Also, everyone makes mistakes in life and in Tetris. Sometimes you get a chance to fix...
    Adamquinn Adamquinn 16-17, M Nov 18, 2015

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    For You 4.12.15 The Earth lives suspended in

    the love of the Sun, two cosmic forces fated to merge into one. An explosion of creation, brought forth from the Son ignites life from the core, new day has begun. Inspired with light, the Earth turns and it spins, mesmerized by the Sun, its glorious friend. Each...
    peacefulrebel peacefulrebel 22-25, F 1 Response Apr 12, 2015

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    For my sweet inspiration Under man-made trees

    we were once squirrels twisting our tails rubbing our noses counting the seconds to climb high again daring for the dreaded jump with no branches in sight just an infinite sky in silence mocking and a motherly earth nodding waiting for our bodies to feed her let her starve.
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses May 16, 2015

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    Make Your Choice...

    This hope didn't last. You broke me too, I collapsed. I can't trust you dear and I never will. I was nothing but your little thrill. I've said my goodbyes before to you So this time I'm leaving the goodbyes up to you.
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Jan 16, 2011

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    My Valentine!!

    Pushing myself to the corner of my room, Prayed for long before I sleep everyday for filling the void I felt, For the days were not complete and happiness was not full, Felt darkness under the hot sun, For the need for something I felt in my heart, For I had everything yet I felt...
    maskedmenace maskedmenace 22-25, M 4 Responses Feb 13, 2011

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    So here's a poem about this app.

    called me to who you yep true I've been a member a week this app is unique I don't feel like freak or a silly old sneak. It's were people like you can talk how ya do. From all walks of life about fun and ya strife. So I'm here for fun so I will give it a run. Hope I made you...
    wayno4 wayno4 46-50, M May 22, 2015

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    I must not go looking that comes naturally

    it tears down walls it's in us all no one can get away fast enough
    Msxspraypaint Msxspraypaint 22-25, F Oct 27, 2015

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    A crying rose cried herself to sleep last night.

    Her pain kept pouring to the softness of her pillow, she refused to let it go. Petals of love, sorrow scattered around her, her fresh petals' scent have disappeared to the Garden of Silence. She knew, she had to cry herself to sleep. She knew, she had to lose her petals to...
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F Jun 5, 2015

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    A candle, the special occasion,

    when the light and fragrance of warmth transform the atmosphere of desire to a central burning light to the meaning that matters. You.
    MyLady9 MyLady9 46-50, F 3 Responses Jul 21, 2015

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    Let the rain fall upon my unbeating heart,

    Let the tears drown the decadent screams, Umbrella or not the rain will suffocate me, Take my breath away with his long kiss, Puce Water with blood curses, WHY ME?, Adrenaline cursing through my veins, Envy filled diluted pupils, My heart pleading for more oxygen, My...
    PrincessOfInsanity PrincessOfInsanity 16-17, F 2 Responses May 1, 2015

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    Faceless Girl 2

    The sun goes down Birds fly back to their nests The day ends The lights go off Everybody sleeps I close my eyes Deep in my heart I see you I feel you I breathe you I hear you You dont allow me to sleep You answer my question even before i ask them Except one, which you never...
    GirlThinking GirlThinking 26-30, F 3 Responses Aug 5, 2012

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    Dark clouds in the sky,

    snow covers the groundIt's winter time here, and there's critters aroundI look at the squirrels, the many birds tooI watch and I wonder, about the things that they doThey can get by on just bare essentialsLiving on only instinctive fundamentalsThose nuts squirrels bury, fulfill...
    Abyssfull Abyssfull 51-55, M 1 Response 9 hrs ago

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    I used to be really really good at writing

    poems. It used to help me.
    Ang012685 Ang012685 31-35, F May 23, 2015

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    I always write my emotions

    and feelings down and it sounds like poetry to me.
    deleted deleted 26-30 3 Responses Nov 19, 2015

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    She looks out from behind her eyesAn emptiness

    all consumedEvery word of late has been a lieExcept that she is doomed.It was hope that made her keep onAnd hope that made her cryWhat to do now that hope is goneBut to give a tender goodbye.She made it this far todayAnd this long overallTerrible pleasure along the wayBut now it...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Oct 19, 2014

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    The crippled heart shall always beat,

    and ache, and beat, and ache; retreat to the lands of longings, fantasy. Can you feel when your soul speaks? The walking dead with living grief lose peace when love and pain compete in battles filled with casualty. Can you hear when your soul speaks? The...
    peacefulrebel peacefulrebel 22-25, F Dec 22, 2014

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    She can kill me with silence I hang on her

    every word Her happiness means the world to me I love her so I hope I didn't hurt you I hope you don't go :c
    DoorMattress DoorMattress 13-15, M 2 Responses Feb 8, 2015

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    Sitting here in my room Listening over

    there Listening even closer I'm listening To the air Staring at the wall, staring at the floor Staring at the ceiling no one's at the door Thinking about things to come Thinking about things that are never done All I hope for right now is just to see the sun I'm sitting in my...
    DoorMattress DoorMattress 13-15, M Jun 7, 2015

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    I write a lot in ryhmes

    and stuff when I can't sleep I sent one to the local paper once they put it in. I've always had a way with words. But im not sure if it's more like rap but I write about what's on my mind my brain don't stop:)
    wayno4 wayno4 46-50, M May 22, 2015

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    The Search.

    I walk along a lonely path, travel down this deserted street, In the hope that a kindred soul, i chance to meet. A friendly face, those loving arms, that certain smile, Someone to whom i can relate and chat for just awhile. That one who looks...
    oz oz 36-40, M 26 Responses Oct 7, 2008

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    Lust

    I feel it first in the shocking coldness of your fingertips against my bare stomach Suddenly consciousness, awareness Breathing I inhale moist salty air Colors explodingly vivid but still Planes hang like stars in the sky Life pauses as it waits for me to breathe again
    dreamificational dreamificational 36-40, F 3 Responses Dec 28, 2009

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    Save Your Prayer You pray

    for me but what I see Is a sea of preying profanity A profane foundation of faith by daze faulting me for faulting ways You point your finger so others see Looking down your pointing finger at me A sinning heathen intellectual ***** Your billowed pillar billows more Scanning...
    deleted deleted 26-30 May 8, 2014

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