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    Hopeless

    Everywhere I look Bad choices abound None are my preference No hope to be found   Where is the man Who made my heart leap? He's nowhere to be found My heart now, only weeps   The choices I see Are no choices, at all Where is my vision... My confidence, my gall...
    lonesurvivor lonesurvivor 51-55, F 7 Responses Sep 14, 2010

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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 26-30, M 4 Responses Feb 26, 2011

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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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    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

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    The empty indigo of the evening falls on the

    wet green earth and my heart sighs. The blinding white day was filled with feverish red activity and nothing was finished. The navy of midnight embraces the warm golden arms of you and I find peace. --Written in 1989
    ABitOfConversation ABitOfConversation 46-50, F 2 Responses 6 days ago

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    cold obsidian sky rustle the dead leaves I’m

    stuck somehow in oblivion. isolation wraps around compacting the crowd I’m stuck somewhere in the middle. unbelievably ignored. unrealistically forgotten. unforgivably rejected. until tomorrow.
    ABitOfConversation ABitOfConversation 46-50, F 1 Response 6 days ago

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    I've dreamt of storms low dark

    and greenish hungry clouds elements drawing battle lines exuding a foreboding miasma vapor fat with lightning and moving air threatening a killing wind I've seen the street lights flicker and come to life a little passed middle of the day the pressure dropping fast each and...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses May 10

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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...
    ABitOfConversation ABitOfConversation 46-50, F 2 Responses 5 days ago

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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

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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 4 Responses Jun 10

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    Mystical Schmistical

    Wishbone  fish bone fortune cookie From sense and reason you're playin' hookie Do stars align, or mystic signs pay your bills or waste your time? Go make your own luck. 
    gotsalsa gotsalsa 41-45, M 1 Response Apr 20, 2012

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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 3 Responses Mar 25, 2013

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    Ok i suck at poetry -_- look Friendship is a

    bond That holds together tight The mysteries of love When things never go right -.- Its understanding unsaid words Its first putting others concerns Friendship is a bond That helps us threw the night Friendship is a joy That will never cost a cent If given from the heart...
    Time4kush Time4kush 26-30, M 3 Responses Nov 15

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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

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    THEN I sit blind at least blurry in a

    place I wouldn't want you to find me my ears are ringing louder than my heart was singing years ago before I lost my senses somewhere between Tucson and San Antonio Now my ears are roaring Is that my blood ? flowing a little colder than usual It's so still now still...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses Aug 25

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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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    The world is getting dark,

    Clouds gathering in the sky, Lightning heeds it's warning to the coming storm, People gathering on the earth, Searching for answers and truth, Lies and evil swirling in the wind, Oceans getting stormy, Restless souls and hearts that are hardening, The truth being hidden...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M Aug 21

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    Limbo exists Only because we allow Nothing

    between The pages of life Except breadth and tallow There lies limbo Searching … Searching … For a way of life That fits inside a triangle Instead of being square Limbo wants to fit No matter the shape Of your soul
    stankadiddlehopper stankadiddlehopper 51-55, M Aug 27

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    rainbows of gray children are greater

    than adults all they know is what they have that being said they will always take what they have and make rainbows adults dont have the innocence they always want more but what they dont see is the price for the more that others have but when the children become adults they...
    Anaihsohs Anaihsohs 18-21, F Nov 8

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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

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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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    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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    There but for the grace of God go I he said

    with hypocrisy on his breath and the fattest wallet on the block Judge and jury in his head the verdict read the sentence passed the gavel hammered down He pays lips service to his mind disclaimers to soothe his own conscience free flowing like cheap beer on tap the peasants...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses May 7

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    The Mask You said I was

    beautiful And I thanked you For the compliment But did you not know That you were complimenting me On my artistry? Perhaps you did know And you admire Both the mask And the visage beneath And love me enough To wait Until I remove the mask And show you What you’ve already seen...
    Rutterman Rutterman 36-40, M 1 Response Feb 22

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    Witch Hunt circa 1998?

    As I sit among strangers / Their stares I cannot stand / Calloused hands roughly move me / Scrapping against my paled skin / Fistfulls of once silken hair they grab / Their tongue is so familiar / Yet so foreign to my now ringing ears / Tossed, turned and roughly handled...
    themissmoxie themissmoxie 26-30, F Nov 11

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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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    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 6 Responses Aug 25

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    light shadow cosmic wanderer tooth pick broken

    rainbow mirror barefoot bard with teaks of Chan given taken held up here Maddening glazed and galvanized dreams make for worthless surreal windows classic hot rod metal screams like broken swallows when the wind blows Young and brave treacherous poisoned blood leaning up against...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 3 Responses May 6

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    Many times I've tried None were successful I'm

    ignorant to this but still knew more than the dead man Nothing compares to what I've seen The beauty is surreal The feeling I felt can only be define as it was and is what it was. I live as an admirer and hope to be more As I wish, better than before
    TormentedSaint TormentedSaint 13-15, M 2 Responses Nov 4

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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 don't want to mess with that girl, When she looks and sounds like that. And after you're all wet, shivering and alone and...
    SKiesterly SKiesterly 41-45, F 2 Responses Oct 3

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    This was written 15 years ago.

    .. if you will, please forgive the nonsense... Untitled Alone I sit / Alone I stand  Fleeing from all / Fleeing from nothing  Silence to comfort / Sound to kill  Out a window Shines a dead star / Lost among fulfilled wishes  Empty hands in one sided combat / Mimic empty...
    themissmoxie themissmoxie 26-30, F Nov 11

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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...
    SKiesterly SKiesterly 41-45, F 3 Responses Sep 3

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    Oh Come On, I'll Show You Mine If You'll Show Me Yours.............

    Something bit my toe last night I don't know what it was. A sudden pain, a drop of blood, And I looked down, because I wondered if my cat had used His claw to get attention, In hope that I had filled his bowl But no such intervention. It must have been a bug that crept...
    chovhani chovhani 46-50, F 3 Responses Sep 19, 2007

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    This sort of came to me

    as an answer to a question peza asked, so I thought I would write it down......... "The WAR" There is a war inside my mind emotions drawing battle lines opinion flanking from the right ideas coming up behind It started out as civil unrest discontentment everywhere word was...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses May 7

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    So how I'm gonna tell this tale?

    There once was a girl, so over heels fallen, For a boy who never in his wildest dreams would ever, ever bail. She knew by the way he looked to her eyes, The way that the time seemed to fly by, Just the way they touched, The skin of a slight fairy dust, Held none the less...
    catherineeac catherineeac 13-15, F Aug 26

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    I knew a baby girl who wanted no attention The

    fact that she was given none is what they never mention I knew a little girl who never spoke a word She learned early on she simply wasn't heard I knew a teenage girl who only saw her flaws At school she kept her head down as she walked down the halls I knew a young lady who set...
    thescarletibis thescarletibis 41-45, F 2 Responses Sep 8

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    Roses are red Facebook is blue No mutual

    friends.... Who the hell are you?
    FakeIsTheNewReal FakeIsTheNewReal 31-35, F 1 Response Oct 20

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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 4 Responses Mar 7, 2013

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    The beauty of a gray sky embraces my soul,

    The clouds are beautiful to me, The rain that comes from the sky refreshes me, It is rain and the cool cloudy days that fill me up, They comfort and soothe me, Cloudy days give me pause to reflect, The gray dark days give me solace, The gray sky is my friend.
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M 2 Responses Aug 31

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    She was like the ocean.

    Only, people can only walk in the shallow parts. The parts where she's happy, where she can look you in the eye and smile at you, being happy. But the brave people, willing to search for the darkest secrets that lie deep beneath the deepest layer of the sea. She has her...
    catherineeac catherineeac 13-15, F 2 Responses Sep 20

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    Cross Roads At the crossroads you stand

    and wait for something you cannot define with terms you know to cover choice and sounds you know aren't your own voice
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 3 Responses Aug 25

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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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    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 4 Responses Aug 13

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    "Once Upon a Time" Once there was a man who

    had nothing in particular to say he forced his stacked lines and on occasion some rhymes nothing in several shades of gray He spoke of an illusive muse and a starving white sea things that never were and things that used to be. The word wielding ghost remembers bouncing checks...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 3 Responses May 4

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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 looked up the sky and felt a sense of calmness

    and relief, The Summer sun will now soon set and fade away, The nearness of Fall somehow eases my mind, I find great comfort in the cooler seasons, Autumn renews my heart, mind and soul, For I soon can go outside and breathe again, Breathe and take in the sky again...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M Aug 21

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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 21-25, F 5 Responses Jul 16, 2007

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    TOYING AROUND It's wrapped in silk

    but bitter that thing of which we dare not speak with glorious bound unfettered the strongest serve the weak You speak with an altered prayer at an alter that is not there You strive and drive the very thing you claim keeps you alive. and there but for the grace of I goes God...
    puck61 puck61 51-55, M 2 Responses Aug 25

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    Related Experiences

    I'm currently writing a story about a woman who died but still thinks she lives in her house. So when someone else moves in. Well, **** hits the pan. But seriously right now i...
    AimeeTheMidget AimeeTheMidget 18-21, F Nov 4

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    I haven't written a full novel yet, but I have many short stories that with time, can turn into beautiful books.
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