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I Used to Write Poetry

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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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    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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    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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    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 22-25, M Apr 24, 2014

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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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    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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    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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    "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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    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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    I would love to be inspired enough to write

    again, only this time it wouldn't be so dark. ;)
    writerchic writerchic 36-40, F 3 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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    I haven't found the inspiration

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

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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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    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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    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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    .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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    Related Experiences

    Want to help w/ scripts or turn a poem into a video? In Southern California? Want to make videos or play games/sports/physical activities? Got 2 free groups on FB (can be on other...
    supergirl805 supergirl805 22-25, F 1 hr ago

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    They tore out the rails, the ties and the spikes Now it's a trail, where people ride bikes Those tracks through the woods, where we used to play Those trains that rolled by there...
    Abyssfull Abyssfull 51-55, M 4 days ago

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    In the tattered shards of lasting embrace I feel the nick of you lingering cool as winter's solstice, feel the nick of you like a dagger cold upon the intangible grace of my skin...
    WingsofTime WingsofTime 22-25, F 1 Response 4 days ago

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    Smoldering fire of hearts desire Compassion overwhelming Longing for release Dancing beneath a winters moon Words are meaningless Tonight I see the truth The holes in the hopes The...
    girlpaused girlpaused 36-40, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    Swift motions of the swooping rain left only remnants of what it used to be. Soaked in a puddle on the concrete. Becoming the collective soul of one. Rather than individuals. The...
    Beaniesandbands1 Beaniesandbands1 13-15, M 6 days ago

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    Easily Distracted Concentrate! I have to concentrate. This is important, this poem. A poem about poetry. I have to do this, I CAN do this. Oh, look, a butterfly! I love...
    TexasGrandpa TexasGrandpa 56-60, M a week ago

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    When I write... It just takes over. It's why I need your touch. I keel over. The pain of separation and teasing aberration I meekly grow distant and I fumble in the distance. Hello...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Feb 2

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    There’s a window in my head That only I can see It is the gate way to my fantasy There I am a hero, master and king I am capable of doing anything When I dwell there the world...
    melbdad melbdad 51-55, M 1 Response Jan 31

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    Dear Muse I think a lot about that weekend when I was with you. It brings a smile to my face when I think of it. I know I should have let it go by now but I struggle at times...
    AmazingPoet AmazingPoet 41-45, M 2 Responses Jan 30

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    Daddy, I've tried so very hard To find sense where there was none You see, in my head, there was always a you and me I know you are gone now Two years since I last saw you back...
    LoneSouls LoneSouls 31-35, F Jan 30

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    Please wait for me tonight my dear Please wait for me tonight There’s nothing that you need to fear For I will put things right You had to go away from me Because you’d lost...
    SelangorNight SelangorNight 56-60, M Jan 29

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    Unsent I know my words don't mean much. There is not much I can say. You are happy now, I notice every day. I'm careful with what I do I dare not want to wreck it So that is...
    enolavisten enolavisten 22-25, M Jan 29

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    I love to write. I love that it's my style. it's the totality of myself given life through my own powers of expression and thrust forth into the world of concrete actuality. I'm...
    seriouslyscarred seriouslyscarred 22-25, M 2 Responses Jan 27

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    So my most recent post was considered 18 and up, despite featuring no s)x or swearing. It forces me to realize how graphic the nature of my writing can be. I am a sadistic...
    MeadowLark4 MeadowLark4 18-21 Jan 26

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    It’s a sign of the times The once bustling high street lies empty and forlorn I walk down what used to be a busy area And empty shops stretch as far as the eye can see It’s a...
    LoneSouls LoneSouls 31-35, F Jan 25

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    I remember The day I flew you to Howarth Wing'd Angel of Poetry You followed willingly. We walked Through the wet winds of the Moors Dreamers' escape The strife of a life a World...
    Listening80 Listening80 31-35, F Jan 25

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    This was actually an assignment in a writing class. It was to write a story or poem from a child's point of view. There were others too. Write from the opposite genders point of...
    Serenitree1 Serenitree1 70+, F 2 Responses Jan 23

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    Everything is always just out of my reach Beauty, love, all the things that I need I'm lacking, I'm lacking, I never succeed I'm forever in need, always in want And all I can do...
    XcookiexbakerXx XcookiexbakerXx 18-21, F 1 Response Jan 21

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    He built her up To watch her fall He used her body Didn't care at all He took and took til not a thing she could find She had nothing left to give He had even claimed her mind He...
    itsMindoverMatter itsMindoverMatter 31-35, F 3 Responses Jan 21

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    John Tan 2 By: Cierra Leonard Written: March 1st and 4th, 2015 Dearest John I miss you terribly As I write this I have no way of knowing If you will ever get to read it As I...
    SugarMapleWings SugarMapleWings 18-21, F Jan 20

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    Do you know those tender moments ? Those sweet dreams beyond this bridge? I stare at them now and they seem so far away? What I once was and what I am now. The pain residual...
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 19

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    Poetry has always been a way for me to express myself. My poems used to be lovey dovey and very sappy but I got bored with those styles. I adore macabre poetry. Edgar Allan Poe...
    Mycuriousnature Mycuriousnature 22-25, F 2 Responses Jan 19

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    I haven't written a poem in years. I may attempt to write one soon
    deleted deleted 26-30 Jan 19

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    I used to believe, due to complications and present situations that i fell in love with the wrong person. But when I look in his eyes there is a light in my soul and a fire in my...
    dunwithall dunwithall 26-30, T Jan 19

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    Suicide Brings Out The Truth The blade that cuts so deep The forgotten love that make you weak The faded scars, the torn up heart The tears nobody can see You wish for his hand...
    KillaSparks KillaSparks 16-17, F Jan 18

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    Writing is my way to escape. If left alone with my thoughts, it would devastate. Holding my reality, how much do I take Spitting not quitting is how my mind demonstrates. My...
    earthchild825 earthchild825 22-25, F 1 Response Jan 18

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