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I Write Bad Poetry

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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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    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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    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 19

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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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    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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    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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    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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    Roses are red Violets are blue I'm bad at

    poetry If you're good, **** you
    Casualdeviant Casualdeviant 18-21 2 Responses Feb 12

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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 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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    A person invented Facebook Maybe more

    than a person Facebook...the dream was singing to my art I decided to write bad poetry It fitted my mood of the day On Facebook Facebook - oh so clever An open book Full of secrets For all to see Secrets for you and me Joy in my heart Pain in my art Millions of users Like you...
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M Jul 14

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    the thing that i want the most is wht cuts me

    everytime soo sad to be soo smart, but always fall for the line knew it was wrong, but still tried to make it right so i ended up alone ,needing you every night the thing that hurts so bad also hurts soo good my pain was my pleasure n u were the one that understood
    braveenoughto braveenoughto 31-35, F Apr 19, 2014

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    The moment of truth came

    after I fell alseep
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M 1 Response Jul 19

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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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    Once a hairy neanderthal whose name we shall

    call Grom found a heavy piece of wood and thought as hard as a caveman could until at last he understood to him the role of King belonged He knew he couldn't hesitate to split every fellow caveman's pate till on their knees they would await King Grom the greatest of the great...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses Aug 13, 2014

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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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    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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    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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    I see you sitting back there.

    In the dark. Your narrowed eyes on me. I feel you back there. In the fog. Casually pulsating with warning. You're just biding your time. Waiting for your chance to dominate and lay me low.
    CoffeeFlavoredKisses CoffeeFlavoredKisses 46-50, F 6 Responses Mar 29

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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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    Stay close to me... by moi(Music: The Song of

    Good Hope... Glen Hansard)Stay close to me.Let me feel your warmthOn a cold October daySofter the winter that's coming,And warm a heart and skinThat needs some saving.From all of this mireOf time and lost timeAnd the demons within.Lift up your head and kissForget memories for...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 2 Responses Aug 16

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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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    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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    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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    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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    Rabbit runs He's the legs

    for the lark He collects from the circle and takes the walk He's the fastest and he has ID. Soon the circle will be comfortable and somewhat blind and the bottles will empty and rabbit runs again Stacked lines on bridge mounts and graffiti on concrete revetments are Rabbits...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 3 Responses May 15, 2014

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     These are my secrets you'll never know,

    this hurt I can't show, so I'll burn this page just like all those times before, it's all the same there and here, a tear is shed a smile is cracked the secret remains, entrenched in this heart, enveloping those bitter aspects of this bleeding past, A haze of confusion lingering...
    gothfairy gothfairy 26-30, F 1 Response Aug 17

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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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    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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    Storm clouds and lightning in her eyes.

    ... thunder in her voice. The warning scream of a panther as she gives you her command. Best you heed the warning boys... Cause, whether Storm or Cat... You try to mess with that girl, She'll tell you where it's at... And after you're all wet, shivering and alone.... The sun...
    SvveetKiester SvveetKiester 41-45, F 3 Responses Aug 13

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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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    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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    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 7 Responses Jun 26

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    Red ribbon by moi Music: A Symphony

    Pathetique A winged victory for the sullen http://youtu.be/SbY0cMvU6dc The tidal respirations of our ocean lives, Breathing in and out Victims of changing times, Of imperfect loves and frustrations, But desire and living is in the sighs A pleasure to became victimless by your...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 20 hrs ago

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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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    Water by moi Music: All Alright by Sigur

    Ros From The movie Ondine http://youtu.be/J8zuuDeXRMk From water we came From water we shall return Comfort, know all is not lost All is All Alright... I said it the first day and say it tonight. In rain we remember our origins Salted sea waves wash over us Cleanse the...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 Response 5 days ago

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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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    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 56-60, F 8 Responses May 23, 2011

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    Here we are At the end of the rainbow The ocean

    so blue I'm thinking about...the wonder of him He melted your heart You and your chair You and your chair
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M May 21

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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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    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 Jul 9

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    One Quiet Night by moiOne quiet nightI

    listened to the silence moving by,Wind whispering talesAnd dreamt of vibrations and sighs,Beautiful reflections of your eyesAnd beyond a ridge of dark blue,A horizon, tumultuous,Where I was the fluffy clouds in your sky.
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 1 Response 2 days ago

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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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    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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    war paint water boots writ of envy enemy

    troops fire from a needle eyes in the sky dealing in damage comfort in lies recently addressed happily deceased marketed billing slumberers rise
    dubkebab dubkebab 46-50, M 1 Response Aug 24

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