I Used to Write Poetry

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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
    36-40, F
    Jan 15, 2014

    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

    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
    31-35, M
    1 Response May 14, 2014

    I would love to be inspired enough to write

    again, only this time it wouldn't be so dark. ;)
    writerchic writerchic
    41-45, F
    3 Responses Sep 9, 2014

    "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

    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
    36-40, F
    Oct 6, 2011

    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

    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
    31-35, M
    1 Response May 14, 2014

    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
    22-25, M
    1 Response Dec 30, 2014

    Years ago when I was inspired by life.

    I used to write all kinds of stuff.
    picklebobble picklebobble
    51-55, M
    May 14, 2014

    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

    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


    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

    I haven't found the inspiration

    for a poem in a while... >~<
    RealisticSmile RealisticSmile
    16-17, F
    Apr 24, 2014

    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
    Dec 22, 2008

    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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