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    Death Of Her Love

    Your silence tells me all i need to hear. There's no chance, you'll ever want me near. Even tho i now face my worst fear, i refuse to shed a single tear. I know we were destined to be mates, but i also know its far too late. I destroyed the door and locked the gate, now eternal...
    Goyantalay Goyantalay 31-35, M 1 Response Aug 20, 2013

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    ‘Regret’

    The cars they howl and the trucks they whistle As they pass my window That is half open I can’t see outside but I know what’s there The cool frosting air It reflects an image to my mind Of the stars way up high The bank of the motorway is lined with litter Blown about by...
    Elses Elses 36-40, M Jun 25, 2013

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    Sort of Sad

    Roses are red - violets are blue and I feel sad because rhyming poetry is all that I can do. Cheers!  
    Nanoose Nanoose 51-55, M May 6, 2008

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    I Told You.

    On this cliff’s edge I stand to my pledge Here among the rocks and grass I await time to pass I told you I’d be here In our place with nothing to fear. I’ve stood here since you went away, I shouted after you that I’d stay. You said what we had was through And I said...
    Poet92 Poet92 22-25, M 1 Response Mar 8, 2012

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    Depression

    I watched it as it evolved Watching it advance brought me bliss no one could solve I grew accustomed to this enchanting sight This attachment was something I could not fight For this rose I would have gone through the hounds of hell Risk rotting inside a grounded shell For this...
    nadiajr67 nadiajr67 22-25, F May 2, 2013

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    Let It Out!

    Since i don't really have anyone i cant freely open up to, i only write poetry when im sad/depressed. And it does help a lot. It's a good way to let all my emotions out. (:
    freshfrika freshfrika 16-17, F 5 Responses Jul 30, 2009

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    A Lot Of It

    The abyss calls Seductively beckoning, To be satisfied, Fulfilled, I edge closer. The precipice Of Life and Death Either way I go, Or fall, I’m screwed In Life, pain Stabbing at my heart Ripping at my unsound mind Insanity Becomes reality In Death, release But potential...
    Veronica4 Veronica4 18-21, F Oct 12, 2011

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    Does love love meBright arcCrowningThe soulOf

    my wanderingsDoes love love meFrom sun raiseDressing the dayGloriouslyTo twinkle night draping heavenDoes love love meAs I watchIn happinessThem coupletsOblivious
    Elses Elses 36-40, M Dec 25, 2013

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    They Turned Us Away

    Forgotten and left behind Miniscule and paid no mind A blurry note, set aside An extra filling for the gap A decoration no room to add Outside the circle she stands Looking from the outside in Her own the only arms to be embraced with As the circle, apart, is...
    SummerWind18 SummerWind18 26-30, F 1 Response Feb 18, 2010

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    A letter to myself. I hate you.

    I thought you were better. 3 years of lying. Saying life was better. All the while, In denial. Stopping medication. "Clarity." Moving across the country. "Solidarity." Losing jobs... Wrecking relationships. Burning bridges. No doctor visits. New relationship... New requirements...
    Conflictedchicklet Conflictedchicklet 26-30, F Jan 21

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    Poem Title: the Smallest Key to the Darkest Cell

    A fear but a hope A want you can’t have When seeing is hurting And every stone blocks the road And you want to go home and just be alone You want to cry but you’re too strong So you drown it all and then burn it away And it comes back to get you...
    SummerWind18 SummerWind18 26-30, F Aug 8, 2009

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    Not Yet.

    Come on baby, give me one last dance tonight, I don’t want to meet the darkness behind the light. Not yet. Come on baby, close your eyes and say my name, I cant bear to meet you with this shame. Not yet. Come on baby, kiss me one last time, I can't confess to our crime...
    Poet92 Poet92 22-25, M Mar 8, 2012

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    ‘Loss’

    I don’t know who I am here I’m scared I don’t recognise people People and their ways are strangers Where am I? Who was I? Did anyone ever like or love me? Beyond this sorrow I have never conceived was possible I hold up my hands To the pointed gun And admit I am totally...
    Elses Elses 36-40, M Jun 25, 2013

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    Nothing

    Nothing is important. Not your tears. Not your love. Nothing matters. Nothing at all. It dosent matter, if you are bleeding. Not even if you are deing. No one really cares. In a 100 years no one will remeber your name. Why even try? When you know that you are nothing. How can...
    Geinger Geinger 16-17, F Nov 23, 2011

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    This Is One Of Many I Have Written During My Dark Times

    I have been writing poetry for years and I am on many poetry sites.  Here's an example of one for you: More than the introspective reflection of the tear as perceived by another pair of eyes Beyond what can be extrinsically manifested into the dimensions of the...
    dotnetgeek2112 dotnetgeek2112 36-40 Aug 15, 2010

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    Nothing From Nothing The Extended Version

    The mother and child go wandering fromwelfare office to drug dealerFrom nowhere to nowhereHe knows people spit at themHe doesn't care why.The child rests in an unfeathered bedPlaying video games while the motherEarns her money in the bedroom across the hallWhen she's high, she...
    holloway64 holloway64 46-50, M Apr 15, 2013

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    The Cryer's Prayer

    Feel like crying. As if my tears and pity would be The closest intimate companion I’ve ever had. Travelling down my cheeks soaking my pillow Blowing my noise Mediating Praying Oh Father please Hear my cry Forgive my sins Provide comfort and healing Direction and blessings Amen
    zeeva70 zeeva70 41-45, F 3 Responses Apr 11, 2013

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    Love

    How quick is love To whom does love entrust Those in love must be responsible Love is precious Protect love Hold love in your arms Cup love in your hands Let love burn Keep love safe And love will keep safe those it blesses Love cries Weeping Love is God
    Elses Elses 36-40, M Jun 25, 2013

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    Love Numbs All

    she was there, now she is gone the woman has ripped it, she tore out my soul i feel so low, i feel so down, i feel like i could drown in a puddle all the signs were there, that she wanted something good, i guess i was blinded by a curtain of good i dont know what to do, i dont...
    Tropskia Tropskia 18-21 Aug 21, 2012

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    There were once a pair of robins (yes the bird) and they were the very best of friends. They were always huddled together for warmth. Until one day some arsehole hunters shot one...
    DeathIsPartDinosaur DeathIsPartDinosaur 18-21, F 2 Responses Nov 4

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    Time marches on slowly but surely, America heads down it's deep and dark decline, Truth is merely a word now, To be twisted into gruesome and sick ever changing "realities...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M 1 Response Nov 15

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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...
    Time4kush Time4kush 26-30, M 3 Responses Nov 15

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    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 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...
    ABitOfConversation ABitOfConversation 46-50, F 2 Responses 4 days ago

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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.
    AStern AStern 18-21, M 1 Response Nov 3

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    There was once an ugly duck. The duck was SOOO ugly that everyone died. Fin.
    AlwaysAnonnymous AlwaysAnonnymous 13-15, M 1 Response Nov 4

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    You remind me of the time when in Second grade, Bethany Hobcurk Called me a freak-face And stabbed me in the arm with a pencil, 'Cause kissing you is kinda like that: Unhealthy...
    ChangingFaces5 ChangingFaces5 22-25 1 Response Nov 4

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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...
    TormentedSaint TormentedSaint 13-15, M 2 Responses Nov 4

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    I happen to be writing a novel called "The Cost of a Memory." It's a romance/realistic fiction/drama novel about teenagers who fall in love. I'm attempting to make the entire theme...
    xXalternativegirlXx xXalternativegirlXx 13-15, F 2 Responses Nov 4

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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...
    Anaihsohs Anaihsohs 18-21, F Nov 8

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    The more and more I live, It is the simple things I appreciate, A glass of water with lemon, a warm bath, a blue sky, A moment without worrying, A good song, a nice film, an...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M Nov 9

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    To live in a place where darkness envelops the soul, Where the light may flicker but will never burn brightly, To go on in an existence lacking hope, Moving forward but always...
    johnny048 johnny048 46-50, M Nov 11

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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...
    themissmoxie themissmoxie 26-30, F Nov 11

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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...
    themissmoxie themissmoxie 26-30, F Nov 11

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    Confusion con·fu·sion kənˈfyo͞oZHən noun 1. lack of understanding; uncertainty. But you'll never understand and I'll always be uncertain maybe this love was just meant...
    pansarecute pansarecute 13-15, F Nov 13

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    An old man sits upon a well, Reminiscing days of hell. And in the sun that starts to rise, He leaves the world in great surprise. As he slips into the deep, Starting with his own...
    Tomorrowsday Tomorrowsday 26-30, M a week ago

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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...
    ABitOfConversation ABitOfConversation 46-50, F 2 Responses 5 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...
    ABitOfConversation ABitOfConversation 46-50, F 1 Response 5 days ago

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    I don't write much poetry. I have just never really found the creative edge needed to write good poetry, but I do appreciate good poetry. Right now I am reading Pale Fire by...
    heapograss heapograss 22-25, M 1 Response Nov 8

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    Do you believe in miracles? Cos baby, I do.. I've made a prayer, a wish and it came true You wonder what it is , you wonder who All these couple of years, millions of seconds...
    Starz93 Starz93 18-21, F 8 hrs ago

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    The two of us in a pod, you could say were peas I would say we are peanuts, even though we are far, we are close and nothing can come between us. This was my attempt at poetry...
    theoneandonlyjerbear theoneandonlyjerbear 18-21, M 1 Response 1 hr ago

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    Our life’s events are written down In the Journals of our mind. We write about the loves we’ve lost And those we hope to find. We write about our hopes and fears To store...
    lasergraph lasergraph 61-65, M 8 Responses Oct 30

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    the special Case Death tolls in our quest for love in every character, a beautified spring, i trail over the finger tips, your ribs and hips, and i crush wave after wave of...
    ymfas ymfas 26-30, M 1 Response Nov 3

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    Monstrous Repulsion That girl hurts in vain, that girl screams and cries, in a world engulfed in rain. Rain that traps and drags her in. Reminding her that there's nowhere to...
    MadisonJones MadisonJones 18-21, F 2 Responses Nov 5

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    Breaking My Bad: -------------------------------- A world of hurt surrounds me, but I no longer feel its pain, my words in composition struggle to feed my brain. Why is it I...
    EnternalSoul EnternalSoul 46-50, M 1 day ago

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    ~The Golden Age Of Suicide~ All the depression and sadness roams through the Earth like a car in a crash! The devil himself or God's witness is all who'll see, it's a sad little...
    TheUndeadSavior TheUndeadSavior 18-21, F 3 Responses Oct 30

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    -What Have I Become?- I could've give you dozen fresh, love in the morning. I can be the one who will tell you the bright side. But sadly, everything what I've done isn't...
    TheUndeadSavior TheUndeadSavior 18-21, F 2 Responses Nov 9

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    I usually don't like poetry because people who write it sounds stupid to me sometimes. Saying **** like "the wind was just an echo from my soul" that kinda poetry ****** me off...