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    Give me this moment to call my own and proclaim

    freedom to my eyes to touch and hear and see and feel without fear of fate or compromise give me this moment to call my own to give and take to appreciate or ignore this moment alone is all I ask and then one moment more.
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses May 6, 2014

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    Roses...

    Roses are red. Violets are blue. Why the hell does this damn mosquito keep buzzing around my head? I need a drink. Let's all go out and play frisbee.
    NoLongerHere NoLongerHere 41-45, M 3 Responses Mar 7, 2013

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    Resolution.

    A bittersweet Moment Just now. Both of us Saying We understand Each other. Letting go Is very Hard for me. I won't Forget Anything. It was So special. I loved every Moment. I treasure That time. I'm proud Of Myself. I know When to let go. I'm proud Now... That I won't...
    slsr slsr 41-45, F 1 Response Feb 10, 2013

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    I finished the sentence

    and went out the door Everything was usual I had never seen usual
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 14

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    The beauty of you Is not

    so beautiful But it's soooo beautiful And I love you In silence Quietly Behind my wall
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M 1 Response Jul 16

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    The ink in my pen is just flowing away spilling

    emotions all over some page Emotion's gonna lead me to an early grave and all I get is a song just a sound full of feeling.... but writing down feelings and the sounds they go to is one of the only things I know how to do the other is knowing just how to miss you and die deep...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 5 Responses Jun 10, 2014

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    So many sad songs, baby A happy song here

    and there And then sad songs here, there and everywhere Sad songs pouring from the sky Like sugar in my manmade tea How many raindrops, baby How many sad songs for you and me? Stay quiet Drink your tea Drink your water and be happy, happy and free
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M May 20

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    The moment of truth came

    after I fell alseep
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 19

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    I don't know if this is good

    or not but it is my first poem. Here goes nothing. For there I lay in bed dreaming. Not asleep but merely pondering the life ahead of me. My thoughts are screaming and will not let me be. The failures throughout my life racing through my head had me steaming. No...
    deleted deleted 26-30 May 6

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    I took a creative writing class in college.

    I can't remember now if I took it because I thought it would be a "bunny" class or if it was required for my Early Childhood Education degree. Doesn't matter really. It turned out to be very significant. The professor looked like a biker gnome: short, stocky, long white hair...
    CoffeeFlavoredKisses CoffeeFlavoredKisses 46-50, F 3 Responses Nov 21, 2014

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    Life is a sentence that I must survive.

    With patience, I wait till I'm no longer alive. I have to be patient and live out my days. God has a purpose, is all people say. Yes, there are days when my life's full of bliss. Days that I'm happy, content, and all this. Days filled with love. I wouldn't wish it away...
    AmyOnEP AmyOnEP 41-45, F Apr 13

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    The cold winter wind pierces my skin,

    Weary and worn out, I don't know where to begin, The fading sun has left a lonely man with nothing more then a shadow of a grin, Battered and bruised and often misused, Forever left in darkness and often abused, Life has no meaning with nothing to lose, Time has made its...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Feb 13

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    Tired of the dreams we've lost,

    Tired of these holes in our backs from carrying these burdens of the past, Tired of the people who judge what they cannot understand, Tired of feeling guilty for standing up for myself, Tired of standing divided, Tired of the superior attitude of shallow people, Tired of...
    gothfairy gothfairy 26-30, F 1 Response Jul 7

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    The house was on fire The house was on fire I

    didn't like that Didn't like that at all At a a all At a a all House on fire Too many people jumping And thankfully It was a metaphorical fire Nobody was hurt Nobody was hurt Nobody was hu hu hurt
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 16

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    Her Hands

    Her Hands     She looks down at her weary hands. They ache from the toils of the day. For every day they lovingly hold many lives, Gladly being the hand of love, The hand of kindness, The  hand of patience, And the hand of sacrifice. Grateful to to give...
    lonesurvivor lonesurvivor 51-55, F 8 Responses May 23, 2011

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    Some Poetry Really Annoys Me .....

    Like When they write Dis. joint. ed Random flowery words And then...... Space them like This Like a cluster that is meant to be Deep And Ummmmm.... Etherial. Ooooooh, how Beeeyouteafull Of yourself They call it poetry I call It CAW caw
    Kathieredart Kathieredart 56-60, F 9 Responses Apr 3, 2013

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    Stopping To Think While My Dog Gets Irritated

    This little ambiguity just flopped out of my head and onto the floor...unfortunately, I picked it up and now I'm inflicting it on you poor, unsuspecting folks. Let me also add, with the deepest apologies to my favorite poet of all time: Dear Robert, I may borrow your rhyme and...
    BozoBuckets BozoBuckets 51-55, M 1 Response Feb 3, 2013

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    I live in fear of being found out.

    I am constantly wondering what might happen if you knew that my smile isn't shatter proof, that my love is overwhelming, that I am human to my core and that I'm scared of everything. Will you run as soon as you see the ugliness in me? Are you immune to the guiles of my...
    AshleyJea AshleyJea 22-25, F 1 Response Jun 28

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    my love gave me a safety vest.

    it seems a simple thing.. wasn't a Lamborghini, or a condominium... A first-class trip to Paris, or even a county fair.. and if i were to tell him, he probably wouldn't understand.... he said I should probably wash it..... It smells a bit you see, (and it does) But it smells...
    SweeetKiester SweeetKiester 41-45, F 3 Responses Sep 3, 2014

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    Introspection I sit alone on this mossy old

    stone on a cold wet winters day and I remember places and loved ones faces they all seem so far away I don't really care if your reasoning tells you that I am strange cause your red neck ways won't leave you room to face the tides of change It's ignorance and hypocrisy and I...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 7 Responses Aug 25, 2014

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    Lost somewhere along the line of love

    and hate, I dreamed a dream of my sweet escape, My fate on a string, My heart on a ring, My head in my hands, The time through the sands, The world became cold as I watched you bend and fold the tattered pieces of my life, With tears in my eyes I realise it was all lies...
    gothfairy gothfairy 26-30, F 1 Response Jul 9

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    Gonna go to bed and cry

    til morning, when the sun shines on my tears will dry And you'll vanish from my thoughts forever.
    AshleyJea AshleyJea 22-25, F Mar 31

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    Thoughtsinvisible fingers clasp my headoh they

    things they said, the THINGS they said!answers I so desperately seekchurn and burn and grind my souloscillating, spinning beyond my mind's controllay me bare, between the beauty and the darkdeeper and deeper and deeper I sinkdissecting and ripping and tearing and screamingmy...
    SwanSongRebeL SwanSongRebeL 36-40, F 3 Responses Nov 29, 2014

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    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 19

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    I like your home I like the garden I like

    cinnamon I like poems written at 2.23am I like dinners I like your CD I like your LP I like this list I don't like this poem
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 16

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    You have so many hours Use them wisely Look at

    the hours They are there for you You are so special
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M 1 Response May 22

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    My poor computer My poor computer Overload Too

    much load My quiet computer So much on your shoulders My computer My darling computer
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 16

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    Love, Hate,

    To whom it may concern. I LOVE your warm and caring heart... I LOVE the way you rip and tear mine apart... ~I LOVE YOU~ I LOVE your kind and loving gentle words... I LOVE the way the harsh ones make me hurt... ~I LOVE YOU~ I LOVE all your honesty and truth... I LOVE the cold...
    supermist supermist 46-50, M 1 Response Feb 28, 2013

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    Worst Four Line Poem.

    This is the first line of my poem. This is the second, the third, the end.
    kazeldragon kazeldragon 18-21, F 5 Responses Jul 16, 2007

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    The Meaning Of Life

    There was a time When asked to rhyme I looked the teacher and said Orange? Are you kidding me? Is this some kind of joke? Where do you get off torturing me like that? I'm only 10 for God's sake!
    NoLongerHere NoLongerHere 41-45, M 2 Responses Mar 25, 2013

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    2:33 Moonlight beckons Bleary beacons Catching

    clouded glass Draws the gaze skyward In the suburban quiet Balmy summer night
    adianoeta adianoeta 26-30, F 1 Response Jun 7

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    What we glimpse when our hearts are true.

    The supposed winnings of the battles that we humans face on earth. What we seek. What we crave. What we embrace. What only God can grant. A moment of silence and a day of rest.
    Pariah1984 Pariah1984 26-30, F 6 Responses Jun 26

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    I watched some vids on the bbc Iplayer titled

    Women who spit... poems read aloud and they were wonderful The title put me in mind of a really old poem I wrote many years back and i found a version I typed up 27/06/2013 about my childhood self and an odd habit I developed one of many I must confess I called it 'spitting...
    ellissia ellissia 26-30, F May 6

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    My nose! My nose, it was bleeding Bleeding from

    the thoughts of the head above the nose Waiting for the noose
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 14

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    I was recently asked

    if I ran a tight ship.neatness wise....and this is my metrical reply:ON FIRST LOOKING INTO BOOKER'S BEDROOM***Why...if Al Pacino saw my digs,he'd say out of orderThis plac looks like it was hit directly by a mortarI'm mortar-fied ,but to continue the thoughtIf it were Morse he'd...
    bookerdana bookerdana 51-55, M 5 Responses Jul 10

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    My Last Sorry For those of you I've hurt

    before, With knife sharp words or slamming doors. For any time I've caused you pain, By shutting my life off again. To you, I say I'm sorry for, All the pain that you endured. My words were harsh, reactions quick. To close you off with one mouse click. It's not your fault...
    AmyOnEP AmyOnEP 41-45, F Apr 13

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    On Her Adultery Now she done left me,

    and took all my beer The dishes the CDs,and eight tracks ,I fear The laptop and flatscreen a mere prolog To finding you also carried off the dog You done me wrong you deflated my ego Was that any way to say,Adios,amigo? I spent all of thesse days in a semi on the interstate My...
    bookerdana bookerdana 51-55, M 3 Responses Jun 10, 2014

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    I lost my pink umbrella,

    baby Something happened to my pink umbrella, baby It was raining down from the sky I felt ill, and wanted to die My pink umbrella, baby The sun was shining, baby My pink umbrella lost itself And I wanted to shine
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M May 15

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    Don't tell me where to go from here,

    don't mock me with your tone. Don't sift through the mistakes I've made, don't ask me how it goes. It seems to me you've seen it all, your fortunes well in tow. But you're blind to the most certain fact, there's always room to grow.
    AshleyJea AshleyJea 22-25, F May 18

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    Is life just one big ruse?

    Time just passing by with the blues, Filled with ups and downs and bad news, What is before us, do we really get to choose? Through all the pain and darkness we look for clues, But most of the time we hear just boos, Is it really all about paying just our dues? Do we...
    deleted deleted 26-30 2 Responses Feb 13

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    Not Just Words

    What is a word Without a voice What is a thought Without a feeling I thought I knew All I needed to Until I realized I didn’t know you The way I want to The way I dream of Still here I am Hanging onto …your next word
    deleted deleted 26-30 1 Response Feb 2, 2013

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    A thought! It was something I had never seen I

    tried to touch it I tried to jump around it I tried to keep it in my art But it didn't matter The thought was gone Gone with the wind Gone for the day Gone shopping Gone fishing I tried I really tried to jump
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 14

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    Mistaken You unfold

    and stretch upward. Plump, golden, lovely in your simplicity. You imagine that maybe, possibly... You just might be beautiful. You just might be important. You just might be wanted. But then, without notice... You’re cut down. You’re poisoned. You're absently trampled...
    CoffeeFlavoredKisses CoffeeFlavoredKisses 46-50, F 3 Responses Jan 29

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    They were all so yellow!

    They were all so yellow! The brigtest stars in your blue suede shoes The black agony and the white springboard The hurricane eyes The hurricane eyes! Listening to you Again and in pink
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M 3 Responses Jun 14

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    I honestly can't even tell the difference from

    regular writing and poetry...
    LessOne LessOne 13-15, F 1 Response Mar 30

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    My Thoughts On Love.

    Sometimes When it feels Like Love It really Isn't. It may be Caring. It may Just be an Illusion. Delusion. I think It's only Real When it is Shared. Decided. It's not an Emotion. It is a choice. There is no Falling Fireworks You choose It .... Or not. :)
    slsr slsr 41-45, F 1 Response Feb 12, 2013

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