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I Am Not a Poet But I Think I Write Poems

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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 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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    Orgasmic Hue

    Ecstasy Spinning my perception of reality Reds and greens, purples and blues All the world is one orgasmic hue. Lips to part and spread oceans wide open Waves overlapping, soothing, massaging. Heated breath floats down my neck; Running, curling, Spreading into luke...
    MysticWriter MysticWriter 36-40, F 5 Responses Apr 13, 2008

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    kayegela kayegela 31-35, F May 21, 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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    I think I write poems

    but I'm not sure...
    N1n74 N1n74 22-25, F May 21, 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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    EXPIRED though the shot hurt alot you seemed

    very relieved, you said now you will always come back to me . well A few years later I happened to run to far , I could not see you. where did you go? we where separated and I was scared, I was picked by By a stranger and left in a Cell. A black thing rubbed across me , "shes...
    youreadwhat youreadwhat 18-21, F Jan 26, 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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    HANDS ON ME A poem about a girl being s-xually

    abused. First try. Once again I woke up, In the middle of the night. Hands on me, Holding me tight. They snaked down my body, haulted at a place. I lay quiet and steady; Shame has left my face. I told none, I was scared, I was four, unawared. During the day, any date, I...
    ExperiencesAndNotMistakes ExperiencesAndNotMistakes 18-21, F 1 Response May 30, 2014

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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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    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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    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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    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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    Think You Can Guess It?

      Whitened wind-cracks, spreading the seam Salted with sea-spray, Granted no gleam…   Wear-beaten tea-stains, flapping with glee Unweaving what’s woven Now! What can be seen?
    MysticWriter MysticWriter 36-40, F 2 Responses Nov 29, 2006

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    One Minute Up,Next Minute Down Like breathing

    in and out Life can change in an instant The way you feel can turn Emotions are like tornadoes Dark clouds can become evil When the winds of change blow The sunshine can vanish instantly When your heart becomes bitter cold You try to think it will get better Why should you...
    AfanOfbigNaturals AfanOfbigNaturals 46-50, M Mar 16, 2015

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    Out in the sticks, far from the cityThe wind

    blows her hair, it's so fine and prettyWe thirst for cold drink, on this hot summer nightA watering hole, flashing neon blue lightMy arm is around her, we stumble insideOur legs kind of wobbly, from a long and hot rideBikers and cowboys, are shooting some poolThe jukebox is...
    Abyssfull Abyssfull 51-55, M 5 days ago

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    I don't really have anyone to share these with.

    I have friends but I don't really want to impose on them to read the stuff I'm writing. That's my problem, I don't like imposing stuff on people. But I can't help it, I want people to read some of the things I'm writing (give me feedback, comments, anything). If you're...
    mycatmika mycatmika 16-17, 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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    I love to write and I'm happy I'm here cause

    its a medium to pour my heart out and write. I really think I write poems like seriously I think I do. I found write ups in the house and I really can't remember writing them. But guess what I love them and can't believe I did. It looked like an expert wrote them. I'm proud of...
    Deeyor Deeyor 26-30, F Nov 18, 2015

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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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    The softly scented tears of last nights

    tattered rose are now the morning dew. And when touched by the suns healing warmth they will rise to heights anew. Where gathered by the clouds of love they will rest in an angels room. Until they fall again as drops of love and gently kiss tomorrow's bloom
    GJOFJ3 GJOFJ3 56-60, M 9 Responses Jun 5, 2015

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    kayegela kayegela 31-35, F May 21, 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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