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I Used to Write Poetry

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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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    .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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    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 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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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 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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    "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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    I haven't found the inspiration

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

    Do so many people actually write poetry, looking at their experiences? It's kind of hard to believe, man.
    DarkLoser DarkLoser 13-15, F 2 Responses 18 hrs ago

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    You were inhumed suspended in space surrounded by murky, fertile soil the nursery for a growth that was at once a flowering garden a verdant forest a steaming jungle but always...
    Auberon89 Auberon89 36-40, M 1 Response 6 hrs ago

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    Damn sent this to facebook and it deleted itself? Now I must write it all over again:( Pretty Little Narcist See your reflection in that lake, that you...
    JimJams25 JimJams25 51-55, M 1 Response 7 hrs ago

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    Broken Glass Mirrors I am a shy mental mute Who rarely ever likes to distribute my feelings And as if being different was bad enough I was an outcast I still have red marks and...
    GlassMirrors GlassMirrors 13-15 Mar 5

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    The Dizzyness: Looking back I see our Family The way we used to be The love and empathy It's crazy The dream went on Going day by day But what hurts is what we never got to say...
    SwiftMoonRising SwiftMoonRising 13-15, M 1 Response 5 days ago

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    I was good for awhile, I really was.. But then I started thinking of everything we were. We used to be the best of friends. Now I feel like we were never close at all. Even in...
    UnderTheSleeves UnderTheSleeves 13-15, F Mar 3

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    My leather wings have grown so large. Sharpened horns make me ready to charge. Though I've decided to let you leave. It doesn't mean I put my heart on my sleeve. Because I no...
    LadyOfPuzzles LadyOfPuzzles 18-21, F 1 Response Mar 9

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    Perfection Why are we so obsessed with perfection? We're all gonna be old in the end. Even if we don't die old, we'll still look tired & used. Everyone gets abused, in their own...
    UnderTheSleeves UnderTheSleeves 13-15, F Mar 10

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    Words. Words, what are they? Are they sweet like a kiss from a baby? Are they like swords used to slay? Are they honest like the change from rain to shine? Cold like a winters sky...
    UnderTheSleeves UnderTheSleeves 13-15, F 1 Response Mar 10

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    WORDS Sometimes it is better not to utter a word, And just open your ears up instead. For often we learn more by holding our tongue, And listen to what others have said. You...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 4 Responses Mar 13

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    LOST It happened many years ago, And though not gone away, Time helps memories fade a bit, With each new passing day. I was very young and wasn’t used, To all of life’s...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 1 Response Mar 18

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    What a fool I was By me What a fool I was you see, To think this land was truly free. As the darkness threatens to consume me, Smoke and fire's all I see. Close your eyes, open...
    cleone25 cleone25 18-21, T Mar 18

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    MY FATHER’S HANDS My father’s hands, were strong and firm, But also rough as well. He used them for the work he did, And you could always tell. You could see the calluses...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 4 Responses 1 day ago

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    There's great truth in poetry disguised as sex and sex disguised as poetry.
    Milesfromyou Milesfromyou 36-40, M 2 Responses Mar 6

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    I have read at many poetry readings and have published a book of poems in the last year... I still fear sharing my work with people. Whether they will hate it, or steal it, or not...
    KaylaVB19 KaylaVB19 16-17, F 2 Responses Feb 27

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    someone asked about Slam Poetry so here is an example. Thanks for bringing this to my attention...awesome message from a lovely, vibrant, young poet.Wild D
    Wilddesires Wilddesires 51-55, M Feb 27

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    I find myself saying things in conversation that could be mistaken as poetry. For example, I was talking to someone, and I randomly typed this out of nowhere. "Have you ever looked...
    MarimbaJake MarimbaJake 18-21, M 1 Response Mar 4

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    Poetry is taking an ache and making it sing
    SLdF SLdF 18-21, F Mar 10

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    This is not my usual poetry.. This is me being raw before I explode. Enough. Leave me in peace. How can you expect me to like you when you unknowingly fractured my own ability...
    sweetartventure sweetartventure 31-35, F 4 Responses 4 days ago

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    I'll make you a man l'll write you a song I'll breathe you in deep I won't do you wrong Trust me baby Because I'm not her I'm much more honest I'm much more pure
    Beccabug98 Beccabug98 16-17, F Mar 5

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    I don't write poems often... But I put all my heart into it when I do.. It's intense
    bluegirlie98 bluegirlie98 16-17, F 5 Responses Mar 10

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    What Would You Do: I'm finding it harder to hide in myself. Things I wouldn't say keep escaping my mouth. I'm afraid I'll slip & say it out loud. I'm not even sure if i have the...
    UnderTheSleeves UnderTheSleeves 13-15, F 1 Response Mar 10

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    Your name is drama.. Yet you are clueless to the autonym. It bemuses me.. Doesn't amuse me. I find it mundane.. Are you do vane to think that my world should revolve around you...
    aquagrl aquagrl 31-35, F 14 hrs ago

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    I'm sorry if you think this is horrible. I don't think this is the best I've written myself. Strangled by a Curse Cries shatter the eerie silence Lonesome tombs, at rest but...
    DarkLoser DarkLoser 13-15, F 1 Response 12 hrs ago

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    "Grow!" you said happily as you planted me in the earth. "Grow!'" you said dutifully as you watered my roots. "Grow!" you demanded as you stood over me, blocking the sunlight...
    poetryafterdark poetryafterdark 36-40, F 1 Response 5 hrs ago

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    Hips by moi Music: Hips by Swords http://youtu.be/5HI24m3LmdQ Hands on your hips Along your iliac crests, The curve of your gluteus maximus And lateral hip, One of humans...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses 5 hrs ago

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    I don't believe I lied The moment I denied Saying this can't be true The day that I lost you How could I disengage As my heart filled with rage Blaming only myself With my life...
    baconrind baconrind 26-30, M 2 Responses Feb 27

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