Poetry
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- Written by: hilll
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Blue. That's all I see.
Bubbles floating beneath me.
Pushing me back and forth.
Leading me away from the north.
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- Written by: Nada
- Category: Poetry
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It's  gonna be so high 
We are dreamers 
Our dreams are sometimes 
So hard just to bear 
Is it our destiny 
To be flying high into the sky 
Even it's so noisy 
All around me 
I'm still hearing the voice 
Of my lonely dreams 
Reminding me of my happiness 
When I reach my destiny
When I reach my destiny
It's gonna be so far 
So let's just fly high 
Into the bright sky 
It always rains 
but The sun still shines 
Over our lonely hearts 
It's gonna be so high 
So don't give up your dreams
 It's the meaning of your life 
And just fly high 
Into the bright sky.......
    
    
    
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- Written by: Iranga29
- Category: Poetry
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Iona Potapov still waits with his little horse
Adorn with snowflakes and seated on his sleigh
His little horse too quite white and frozen
No doubt both are in deep thought
In this slough; full of monstrous lights,
Unceasing noise and hurrying people
Listen to the insults hurled at him
From the passengers who travels in his cab
Waited for silence to mention of his son’s death
Which mistook the door and went for the son
Instead of coming to the father
Everybody ignores his immense
Illimitable, unbearable painful story
They abandoned himself to his grief
He finally sees it’s pointless
Searching for a person who will listen to him
He unburdens what has been weighing on his mind
To his faithful little horse
Who cannot comprehend his sorrow
But listens carefully
Iranga Hettiarachchi
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- Written by: kimmic1225
- Category: Poetry
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lol I remember the day i met you 
I didn't know what to say 
And every time we spoke 
It felt You took my breath away
Time passed everyday 
And you were almost in it all the way 
And when i would be in pain 
You'd say it'll be ok
Your sweet soft smile 
And your gazing brown eyes 
Would want me to fly 
 up high in the sky 
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- Written by: Bea1106
- Category: Poetry
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Ressurect my soul
Lightens my day
And makes me smile
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- Written by: Bea1106
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There lived a little girl named Bela
Her little life, so simple and plain
Away from all the chaos and pain
Read more: Bela, The Town Girl
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- Written by: CyderWryter
- Category: Poetry
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You made me smile
We were really good friends
We have not talked in awhile
Our relationship has come to an end
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- Written by: Alvin De-Poetry Principal
- Category: Poetry
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“The day I set my eyes on you
I could hardly see the previous agony
Through imagination,
You, just you,
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- Written by: writertobe
- Category: Poetry
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Moses, from whose loins I sprung
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutible rules, a moon
For mutable lampless men.
The blond, the bronze, the ruddy
With heaving, the same blood
Keep tide to the moon of Moses.
Then why do they sneer at me?
Lit by a lamp in his blood
Ten immutible rules, a moon
For mutable lampless men.
The blond, the bronze, the ruddy
With heaving, the same blood
Keep tide to the moon of Moses.
Then why do they sneer at me?
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- Written by: ForgettenDiety
- Category: Poetry
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With your eyes’ close
And mind at peace
Think all your dreams
That you might left.
Recall all the memories 
and shattered scenes
That you will be unseen
Once you’ll be kept, 
in that closed rectangle box 
that you've been afraid of,
ever since you're a kid.
    
    
    
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- Written by: Kashish
- Category: Poetry
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I wasn't able to blow a balloon
Wasn't able to let it fly to the moon
I told my dad and he laughed
Got me another and a dozen more 
So I kept them safely in a room and closed the door
Opened the door everyday
to check on them but not to play
One week later they stopped flying 
They never reached the moon
They were on my floor dying 
I also never blew a balloon
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- Written by: princespoppy10
- Category: Poetry
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I want to stop dreaming about you so bad, I just can’t..
but when I stop it feels so weird
there’s some routine missing and it feels so uncomfortable.
I can’t give any idea how is it possible to feel uncomfortable and weird to not think of you when thinking of you is the most painful.
I could say it was four days, that’s a pretty long time..
I stop having thoughts of you, four days without hitting my chest with my fist that I think it’ll stop my feeling for you,
four days without unsound screaming under my pillow,
and that’s what I called weird.
    
    
    
         
                     
		
				
	 
		
				
	 
		
				
	