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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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    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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    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 3 Responses Aug 13, 2014

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    Working hard at hardly working,

    Alas I can't abide the shirking. Oh that I could be so lazy, sitting idle like a daisy but the tedium drives me crazy ~^.^~
    kyuketsuki1977 kyuketsuki1977 36-40, M Dec 15, 2014

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    Hymn for distraught Directors.

    Immoral, Impossible, God only knows How tenors and basses, sopranos, altos At service on Sunday are rarely the same As those who on Thursday to choir practice came. Unready, unable to sight read the notes Nor counting, nor blending, they tighten their throats The...
    malizz malizz 66-70, M Apr 15

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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 3 days ago

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    fauxlady fauxlady 22-25, F 1 Response Feb 11

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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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    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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    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...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M 3 Responses Feb 13

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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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    Two Ships... By moi Song of the Whale.

    .. Andrew Jasinski http://youtu.be/gwBdYNKoPD8 Two ships passing in the night Meeting, Port to port Starboard to starboard, The comfort of knowing, The acceptance of passing, Acknowledgement, And relative speed, Away from each other, Shorter by double. All the wants and needs...
    yeronlyman yeronlyman 41-45, M 3 Responses Jun 18

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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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    That Awkward Moment.

    We went to the supermarket....we needed two things... Two innocent objects....but later we cringed. Who would have thought......that two items together. Would make people laugh....like the touch of a feather. She had chafed lips.......and we were cooking a feed. So off to the...
    AtleastImHonest AtleastImHonest 31-35, M 5 Responses Feb 26, 2011

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    A good friend is somebody you can trust,

    Someone whose integrity is just, Honesty and truth always is a must, If these qualities aren't mutual, everything will soon go bust. Trust is earned over time, Trust given willingly is just a plain crime, A great friendship requires both to climb, Friendships that last...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M 1 Response Feb 14

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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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    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 6 Responses Jan 29

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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 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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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 4 Responses 6 days ago

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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...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M 2 Responses Feb 13

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    Is there such a thing

    as love? The intangible figment of one's own imagination. Admiration, adoration, infatuation, enamoration....all afflictions of a winsome heart.
    Pariah1984 Pariah1984 26-30, F 3 Responses 6 days ago

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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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    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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    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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    She awaits in darkness,

    yearning for the light. A heart of fire, that should burn oh so bright. A tender touch, a lover's kiss, sharing in another's mirth. Come into the light oh phoenix fire, bask the world in your rebirth.
    kyuketsuki1977 kyuketsuki1977 36-40, M 1 Response Dec 21, 2014

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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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    In lover's lusts we sit within I with my vodka

    and you with your gin We planned to sail around the world You wanted a boy, I - a girl Somewhere, somehow - we lost our way Or perhaps, I was just scared of my feelings For I had never met one who could Make my heart beat so wildly Or cause me to lose my words... After all...
    Aristartle Aristartle 46-50, F Jan 24

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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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    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 1 Response Apr 13

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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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    Red Light

    My heart is being pulled, Like a Puppet on a String. I go to Your page, Your light is not Green. My Boe Boe is not There.....
    Sassyone1 Sassyone1 31-35, F 5 Responses Apr 19, 2013

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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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    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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    There you were Feelings

    so tight I hugged you You asked me: "Is this really your favorite songs by the Beatles?" I said "no" We went for a walk I saw something interesting in the corner
    Clothed Clothed 41-45, M May 22

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