Poetry
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- Written by: Pattydaboss
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Breaking me down,and making me weak
He in my dreams,hes in my head
Hes in my panties,hes in my bed
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- Written by: Zany Lynn
- Category: Poetry
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You shall exist
Never living
Right
Into baleful claims
We impart from within
Finding, parting
Wrong
Read more: Fulfilled yet empty
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- Written by: steffenmary574@yahoo.com
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Longing to be great
Only the one
Radiant with soul
Eternally grateful
Naughty but nice
Champions of your heart
Exquisite
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- Written by: svharris915
- Category: Poetry
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I have a question, some food for the brain.
Can you truly tell me what makes a day, day?
Is it the rise of the sun or the shine of the moon?
Is it the sound of a morning bird's angelic tune?
Can you truly tell me what makes a day, day?
Is it the rise of the sun or the shine of the moon?
Is it the sound of a morning bird's angelic tune?
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- Written by: svharris915
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Why do we have this emotion called pain?
It weakens our body and drives us insane.
And just when the enemy makes us feel numb,
it engages again and makes us come undone.
The existence of such a sensation inside,
makes us surrender, we flee and then hide.
When pain is winning, we quiver and crawl.
We get lost in confusion and being to fall.
It weakens our body and drives us insane.
And just when the enemy makes us feel numb,
it engages again and makes us come undone.
The existence of such a sensation inside,
makes us surrender, we flee and then hide.
When pain is winning, we quiver and crawl.
We get lost in confusion and being to fall.
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- Written by: mellowood
- Category: Poetry
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Dissolving in the air like others
The mere conscience of identity
With the culture which is not mine
I`m awake
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- Written by: mellowood
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The crimson horizon nestles afar the panorama,
The tawny meadows sway to and fro,
The sully winds whistles an impertinent tune.
The dusk imminent surly like an eerie canvass;
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- Written by: mellowood
- Category: Poetry
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The unsavoury incense incarcerating lechery
Their sin to corrupt the most upright devotee of God
To stray the innate sage and wander to the abyss.
Hear me out,pure of heart cleansed of sin
Render not the abject clay to clout reason,
Love sees faith in the utmost brutal chronicles
Defying any earth rasps to enslave the pure heart.
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- Written by: juliajreeder
- Category: Poetry
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Sometimes I get nostalgia attacks
Like asthma attacks
But worse
Because I have no inhaler for this
It contracts and expands my lungs into painful convulsions
Casualties of breath as I reminisce of the times before
Before I knew of the horrors of April 15th
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- Written by: melissam252
- Category: Poetry
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To tired to lie
To tired to hide
to tired to keep
my ugly inside
so sick of pain
so sick of strain
so sick of wanting
just to be slain
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- Written by: melissam252
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Into the night
it’s the dreams I
fear
Into the night my
demons become
real
Into the night
darkness
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- Written by: ShenieceNicole1
- Category: Poetry
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