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Poems about life
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feels like summer's on its way.1 / / it's mid november almost may.2 / / you and me playing near the bay3 / / wouldn't have it any other way.4 / / wish I could stay today5 / / but now I see it was never meant to be this way.6 /
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Poetry is an endless jouney through feelings and a mix of emotions that can never be explain in scientific or any other way, except by word
by bigcoolyo
32 words, 2 comments,
1 day ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Fantasy, Death, Depression
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To me... / Poetry is a flow of water from the mountains that're full of never-ending desires. / Poetry is a kind and sweet person who under
by bigcoolyo
74 words, 1 comment,
1 day ago. In Love, Personal, Sad, Dark, Life, Spiritual, Weird, Hope, Nature, Thoughts, Fantasy
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His smile pleases me, so warm and inviting, / his laugh is strong and soothing, / his touch sends electricity running through me, / and as for me... / MY smile is crooked and contained, / MY laugh is vigorous, loud, and out of control, / my ma
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I hear the silence whisper in my ear. / I feel my fate in what I cannot know. / I follow footsteps neither far nor near. / / As nature surely is not there nor here, / But everywhere and nowhere that we know. / I hear its silence whisper in my
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I see the lost and the lonely / in their rags and luminous jackets. / Despite these aids for the eyes, / they remain reluctant to see them. / / Their faces are rough and rugged, / like cliffs battered by the sea. / Their eyes are dull and l
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Yesterday, / I saw God in the eyes / of a Morrison’s cashier. / / Her hair was / frizzled in disarray, / and her skin was leathery, / / but her eyes / were soft, kind and gentle, / and her smile was full of warmth. / / A man ask
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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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Now I'm alone in my world / I didn't believe it would be me / Left behind in the cold snow / / I begin to cry because of pain / That flows
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It glows coldly in her / hand, takes a puff of her / little shimmer. Ashes / cover her white blouse, / the top two buttons torn / off by some kind of / / vile drive or force or / idiot. Steadily, she fingers / the blouse, the empty
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Love is a promise / Love is a souvenir / Once it's given it's never forgotten and / It will never disappear / I was giving two arms / To hold you / I was giving to eyes to / See you / I was giving to legs / To run and save you / Fro
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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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I see dreams flowing through the sky / The surface over the lake is still / My heart is strangely restless / Yet this place is nullifying m
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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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/ >strangers look at you like the know you, strangers you look at for fun, some you wish there werent strangers at all, some are good some are evil, something that you will never know, becouse strangers, they ar
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/ Disaster stroke fear into the hearts of men this evening, all kinds heart wrenching man made and natural anomalies started to happen. Grown men, women and children pulling there hair and screaming wh
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/ >Do not wait for answers to just appear, go seek the answer for it will open new doors and reveal hidden corridors, and high your head you'll hold and with confidence you will stroll. New awaking is due, therefo
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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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I grew up swimming in a sea of loneliness / As I began to mature I drifted farther into the sea / Then I was pulled out of the sea by my first love / She taught me what it meant / to be willing to make sacrifices / I learned the desires of lovin
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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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They supply / precious more than / a / negligible amount / of vitamin C / a smidgin / of / natural sugar / and a / tiny dose / of /
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I'v tried to bring out a concept here - internal battles are much harder than the ones we fight outside
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So where do I stand / Is my land gonna stay or go / Please show me what I mean to you / Are we gonna be one plus one or X plus two / I'm sitting here staring at you and I'm wondering why / Why are you so far away and why / Why don't we ever tr
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I close my eyes and I breathe in deep / Trying to gather and keep all that matters / In an attempt to find the words I need to say / Something about you and me and every single day being together / Forever and ever but never ever being able to fin
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