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Poems about Free verse
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"I used to be a plastic bottle" / says the Whole Foods / grocery bag, / smugly smirking at the world / in general. / It's recycled; I'm not. / Does that make it better than me?
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What give / To live / A day / In May / To spoon / In June / July / To cry / Oh hey / Hooray, / Each day's / To praise / A lot / We've got / To live / To give, / Too late / This state / Of mind / Did
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comfortable, happy, content / then along comes / a spider / with tantalizing fangs / that beckon me close / then shoot their poison / I fee
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I think I must be sleeping, somebody come and wake me.... This is my life, my goals and my dreams, all balled up in to one big maze that I can’t find an exit to. I'm in a double edge sword fight with a ghostly figure in the dark... / / I have answers
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As the night approaches, I sit and listen to what my shadow has to say. Looking at my watch in disbelief on how fast seconds speed away. Fingers have a tingling sensation. Memories start to fade, a turnstile spins away, I feel it but cannot explain it, bu
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We always hear from someone or another that everything always happens for a reason. I for the most part always took that with a grain a sa
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/ / Life… / / Life is full of qualms and it does not matter how hard we try, we cannot change the past. Every one of us makes thousands of choices everyday, and these very same choices that pave the road that leads to our journey. “Life is a
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So many of us, day in and day out…. Fighting with the elements that surround us. As we are those elements, and we all find strength and comfort in one or all. I hold that fire deep with in me, something like an overdue volcano waiting to erupt and get rid
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/ >Last night I opened up the cage’s door… Last night I just let him go. / The path that he chose it's unknown, even to him self he does
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He walks down a lane of darkness / Hearing the sound of forgotten voices / Voices echo forth from his past / Reminding him of things now go
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I wipe the sweat from my head as I try to get on to the bleachers / I can't get up / I said weakly as I struggle up / HELP ME! / / My "friend" don't do anything but look at the volleyball game and talk to one and other / / I finally pull m
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"Well, I arrived at a familiar destination / late last night or early this morning. / My glazed eyes, at the time in orbit / come smashing down, re-entering our atmosphere. / I try to focus on the evasive numbers / on the digital clock, reads 3:
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The hot breathing intensified as he breathed from his cold throat / All my hair had straightened up. / / I waited till he started again.
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In Environmental Science today / the oven disapeared and / with it, / our grassland soil samples. / / During the first break, / the teache
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A very strange poem I came up with when I was bored.
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Written words / from her head / shattered dreams / of lovers dead / / / like roses plucked / for her scrap book / mildewed men / w
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Holocaust related, memoir.
by ACpoetry
179 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 28 9:03 PM. In Dark, Free verse, Life, Thoughts, Sad, Angst, Haiku, Anguish, War, Musings, Religion
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On a rainy night / in the east village / you can't remember / the last time you spent / together / you wonder if she's well / if only you knew / what became of her / / more and more you become accustomed / to your unacceptabl
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what are words / but thoughts in our minds / that have broken through / that latched gate that is our lips / whether its to yourself / or to a friend / words can mean so much to us / and say so little / what are promises / but words that
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/ Watchful eyes sleeping, through the whirlwinds my thoughts echoed back to the starting conclusion that brought them to begin with. I sen
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/ >Our almighty god's creations, lets open our spiritual eyes and quickly identify the devils temptations. A sugar coated lie… evil holds
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/ > / In walking distance, the 100 mile stare a U.S Marine's only weakness / Destination; / To fit among the misfits , inside an office we can not sit, among the ties and suits most of us
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Sunlight on white blossoms / two dogwwod trees beside the window / lovers, each dreams the other / / so close they grow / in such proxim
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Clipping the obituaries, / I am very careful / not to cut / through any / of the text. / / Not even the text / of the obituaries / s
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heart reaches / the point where river / blocks his path / halfway down the mountain / where looking back sky / is brilliant blindness / casting shadows all around / / distorted faces laugh / speaking with whispering voices /
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Misunderstanding, generally.
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Two little sail boats / sailed along together / along the peaceful coast. / / The tide rushed in / then quickly changed direction. / Caught between the ebb and flow. / / One little boat was beached. / The other slid / back into the c
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Their once green leaves / now shed / they shiver in the cold / and we can see what now is gone / / abruptly frozen / in the late autum
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/ There comes a time in everyone's life when cold and alone is what we feel. / / That time for me, was a short and a long time ago both equal in length . / / I felt alone in a room surrounded by others. / / I was cold in a mid-summers ni
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