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I Used to Write Poetry

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    I hate my emotions They always get me

    down There's never a dull moment When emotions turn around From darkness to light And light back to night Heal every blight Or worsen my plight Whatever, Whenever they always change However, Whoever never the same Try to contain This feeling inside It bursts from within I...
    jsc0tzi jsc0tzi 26-30, M 1 Response May 14, 2014

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    Years ago when I was inspired by life.

    I used to write all kinds of stuff.
    picklebobble picklebobble 46-50, M May 14, 2014

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    I still write a lot of novels,

    stories and other kinds of writing. I used to always write poetry. Every day. But I was very young and when I posted my poetry on sites like Booksie I'd get criticized and my poems would earn 0 likes. Guess what I did? I deleted my profile and created another under a...
    Alpha8Wolf Alpha8Wolf 18-21, M 1 Response Dec 30, 2014

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    Graffiti

    I am graffiti on a wall Some people admired me They said I was a work of art I was a colorful design making a statement in this world I hold a hidden message Only the artist understands Graffiti is an art But some people cant see it They think it is a mess So they critisize me...
    ShallowEndings ShallowEndings 22-25, F Oct 26, 2013

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    I haven't found the inspiration

    for a poem in a while... >~<
    RealisticSmile RealisticSmile 13-15, F Apr 24, 2014

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    Some I Found On My Buddy4u Profile From 2003 I Was 13.

    Ive been excluded and somewhat diluted in my thinkingmy heart along with my pride feels like its slowly fadingI'm feeling cold and alone with out you all these long nightsBeing with you was the best time in my life..Because I was only happy when i was around youWhy did you live...
    CuteInChaos CuteInChaos 18-21, F 1 Response Nov 30, 2011

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    Once Upon A Time

    I recently found this one while searching through an old notebook for a sheet of blank paper. It was written for a girl I was in love with at the time, who spurned my affections. lol You are the one that got away but you're not away. You're the closest thing to my heart that ever...
    SpiritOfTheRabbit SpiritOfTheRabbit 31-35, F Oct 6, 2011

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    I would love to be inspired enough to write

    again, only this time it wouldn't be so dark. ;)
    writerchic writerchic 36-40, F 4 Responses Sep 9, 2014

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    I Barely Remember Writing This One

    am i breathing? am i struggling to hold on another day? am i dieing? is my soul breaking free to another plane? its certainly not easy for you to plainly see the decomposition of the man inside of me here i come, i'm leaning over to whisper in your ear please do something...
    intothewoods intothewoods 26-30 Dec 22, 2008

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    This Was For Angela...

    I wrote this for my friend Angela on 11 June 1988, we were 22 years old and she had a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed baby daughter named Brittany. She came back to New Jersey from California to visit me. We were given our Native Indian names by a friend of her family who...
    RavenLee RavenLee 46-50, F 2 Responses Jan 2, 2009

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    "The Girl Within"

    “The Girl Within”   Inside my body trembles, my heart is beating fast,   God help me to escape the memories of my past.   My mother smelled of alcohol, my Dad had left our home,   And no one saw the little girl who was so all alone.   Worries going...
    Dreamweaver58 Dreamweaver58 51-55, F Oct 15, 2011

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    And Then Again...

    I wrote this during a particularly confusing and painful time in my life...my marriage was extremely wounded and slowly bleeding to death. It was 10 April 1988. A lie can sometimes be so true A happy song can become blue A vow can break and never mend A style will change...
    RavenLee RavenLee 46-50, F 3 Responses Jan 2, 2009

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    My heart is drowning in a puddle No reason

    for me to be here now I am alone That is the only reason My face is always turned downward now My hopes, so easy to inflate My heart, so longing for a date My soul, so tortured by my plight My mind, so longing for one night With you, Or anyone that I can tell The secrets...
    jsc0tzi jsc0tzi 26-30, M 1 Response May 14, 2014

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    .UNTITLED. when you have

    that perfect backup plan only for when things go a little too far left, you know things are not going your way. then you think that there are things that should be left unsaid, but you know you have to say them anyway; you thought it would be a precious little secret, only...
    CookieInAJar CookieInAJar 31-35, F Jan 15, 2014

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    Poetry is a forgotten talent I have I use to

    write all the time when I was younger I Remember one of my poems was published when I was in 4th grade but I guess I got so caught up in life the last few years I neglected alot of things
    ryanw93 ryanw93 18-21, M Apr 24, 2014

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    Was The Only Way To Breath.

    I was drowning in my emotions and pain for years. Eventually I discovered poetry. A life saver in its own. I would write up to like 3 poems a day. I found a great poetry community online and it truly became my world. I opened up to some people for the first time in my life...
    learningtosmile learningtosmile 18-21, F Jul 20, 2011

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    My Undying Love For Thee Thou hast long departed indeed from my life With the one solemn longing to be thy wife My undying love for thee I never showed A true modest farewell thou...
    HeartsBlossoms HeartsBlossoms 13-15, F 7 hrs ago

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    what passes as poetry? words that an amateur writer forces into stanzas.
words that a confused teenager scribbles into their lit textbook.
words that a social worker whispers...
    1musicloverever 1musicloverever 16-17, F 2 days ago

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    What do you think about when you can't sleep. It seems like you want to think of everything all at once. Your plans, your goals, your past, your debt, what will you have for lunch...
    soccerjoe07 soccerjoe07 31-35, M 1 Response 2 days ago

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    I will always love you, Remember that. You can push me away, but I'll always come back. you can deny your desire and say it can't be, but I won't let the walls come between you...
    fallinlovewithcaliforniagirl fallinlovewithcaliforniagirl 26-30, M 4 days ago

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        this poetry called ,, <<<< MY SECRET LOVE >>..... THIS IS 4 YOU ....... you know who you are ..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...............i sat down beside you...
    ladysaya ladysaya 26-30, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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    4:15 I got my song and I'm writing my poetry Using 2 songs Badman torro torro mix Love me again -John Newman Life's great rn
    Bennythebull7 Bennythebull7 13-15, M 6 days ago

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    FOOD FOR THOUGHT (c) Edward York I sometimes write down words, Just to make you think. I create a feast meant for your mind, And invite you for a drink. The words I write aren...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 3 Responses Jul 22

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    Growling ferociously Whining harmlessly. Screaming like a Banshee Crying like there's no end. I stop talking to friends Friends stop talking to me. Days turn into weeks, Weeks...
    shadowsrain13 shadowsrain13 13-15, F Jul 22

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    Seal the euphoric polar opposite, it lies to me, it is only a defense tower against my authenticity. I am instead a horrid, violent being with much stigma to my past. At last after...
    QuietFreedom QuietFreedom 18-21, M 2 Responses Jul 21

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    MY SHIP (c) Edward York The little ship was barely moving, Against waves that splashed so strong. In an attempt to reach for safety, It had battled way too long. I stood...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 2 Responses Jul 21

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    Falling together All of my pieces Catching the light Like raindrops Surrendering to the need to fall Lining my silver On gentle, lamp lit streets In a glorious, quiet moment of...
    Faerylight Faerylight 41-45, F 7 Responses Jul 21

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    Depressed More than an angry mess This feeling I must confess Or lack thereof Emptiness More is less Less is more I want you at my door Or to wake up on your floor Or to hold your...
    Personalstories Personalstories 18-21, M Jul 17

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    (Written as a song really) Sentences float across the page No meaning to be found Like thoughts they drift so aimlessly Cross the sheet on which they are bound Desperately trying...
    PinkMellow PinkMellow 18-21, F 2 Responses Jul 16

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    Hey, I'm still kind of a novice poet. Let me know what you think of this piece Get Up Again Hug me and tell me everything is going to be ok Kidnap me from work and take me far...
    MadAsAHatterXII MadAsAHatterXII 18-21, M 1 Response Jul 15

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    I sit by a lake's shore well after midnight the full moon is beginning to set the shadows swirl around me holding me hostage there is no light all there is is darkness. Darkness...
    MysataMota MysataMota 16-17, F Jul 12

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    A magnolia clings to its branch, A silent sentinel high in the boughs of a tree, Watching the quiet sky fall past. The faint petals grow heavy, And they slip one by one...
    hallowedground hallowedground 16-17, F Jul 9

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    And her words were soft, But like everything else too soft to endure the world, They were crumpled and left like dust clinging to the shoes of their god. And alongside her words...
    hallowedground hallowedground 16-17, F Jul 9

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    AS A MEANS Her energy is a black veil Obscuring my light A moon with a sad tale Eclipsing my days into night Cold and hollow is she Voids impossible to fill Always uncertain...
    XxLionHeartxX XxLionHeartxX 18-21 4 Responses Jul 9

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    Everybody I encounter seems to go for mind numbing serious poetry which relies on the principle that the listener has to feel the same way in order to experience the same emotions...
    Roddy15 Roddy15 61-65, M 1 Response Jul 9

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    I have three videoclips of me reading some of my poetry on my youtube channel, please have a look :) https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCEJ3V-L1z5nUPb-R2WHSjEA
    lindamerja lindamerja 26-30, F Jul 9

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    My poems in the comments! It's really long and I wrote it about my Friend who I was friends with for 8 years until I moved. When I moved he sent me and called me really nasty...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jul 9

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    "Only in Moments do we all see ... " In that time we share the same alternate sky's.. That of dark blue, light and black.. Through sunshine and rain... We all live in the same...
    for3v3r7 for3v3r7 26-30, F Jul 9

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    Pixie Dust I was in love with a boy Who never grew old I sprinkled him with dust And up he flew To his heart's content He flew past mermaids Past pirate ships And treasure coves A...
    heymarie heymarie 18-21, F 3 Responses Jul 9

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    I look out through the bars in the window At the branches of the big elm tree Spreading out against the clear summer sky And recall the days when I was free I would go to the...
    SelangorNight SelangorNight 56-60, M 3 Responses Jul 8

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    THE LAST DAY (c) 1015 by Edward York God granted me another day, To use as I see fit. But I spent my time making plans, And wasted most of it. So many things I could have done...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 5 Responses Jul 8

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    Here is my poem Roses are red violets are blue this poems sucks and eventually you will too :D
    tommoz19 tommoz19 18-21, M 1 Response Jul 7

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    Stay open, you anemone You are beautiful and the colors of you will attract the dangers of wanting. Accept this, and offer the comfort of