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Poems about rhyme
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/ >She cries feeling cold inside / I stand there right by her side / I see tears flow down her face / She is in a distant place / Even tho
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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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/ Inconspicuous thoughts cross my mind. / Leaving tracks behind. / At any given time / They just come at me / Without any warning they appear / I sense them when there near / Some I bury deep, some I let them sleep
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Falling like the winter's song / Truth itself is never wrong / Even though it may now hurt / There are things we cannot avert / / The passage of time will always flow / As to where its leads we will never know / It has always been beyond ou
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ripped out, slit open and shattered. / cant find her feelings, theyre scattered. / hides the truth from everyone else. / pop a pill or two,
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I wrote this because I was thinking of how people like to daydream to run away from reality.
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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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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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Living in a distant land / Who of us is left to stand / Against the dark and dangerous foe / For courage now we not know / / For the cry o
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I can see a world so bright / Chasing away an endless night / Leaving forgotten whispers forever / In an attempt of a sweet endeavor / / Ignoring voices of the past / By doing this humans cannot last / Blind to the way we walk / We are ch
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Read and Comment, 2nd part Revised By Debbie
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Just a Random Exercise, feel free to comment
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Thinking of the time gone past,
our fishing lines so calmly cast.
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by marcusmoore
82 words, 2 comments,
on Nov 20 1:09 AM 2008. In Adult, Life, Sad, Loss, Abortion, Rhyme, Society, Thoughts, Abuse, Raw, Politics
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Some would say I'm young and / some others might say I'm old. / Yet years and time don't matter / when speaking of the soul. / / Everyone makes mistakes and / we all have our regrets. / Even had to share a few and / you've shared a few
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by marcusmoore
165 words, 6 comments,
on Nov 18 4:44 PM 2008. In Adult, Rhyme, Life, Humor, Sad, Personal, Love, Lost Love, Weird
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Written in my angst-ridden youth
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and this handle that I'm gripping
is all I got, and it's slipping
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Family Project Three. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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Family Project Two. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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Family Project One. My #2 son, age 7 was idea man, I wrote the poem, Enoq, age 9 illustrated.
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A sort of teenage rebellion against parental authority. Written when I was in high school.
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Written when a teenager because a friend challenged me to write a poem on a subject she chose.
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When love is young and new to sprout, / it over whelms and all consumes- / with amorous and mind perfumes. / Putting blinders on the heart-
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