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Stolen
There, There in my vision, I see you. You in your uncaring flesh, Just lying there. Lying there with her. Her. The one who stole you from me.
By Katie McGlothlen8 years ago in Poets
Better
Through everything I do, My low self-esteem stays near. "She's fat" "She's unhealthy" That's all I ever hear. I can't wear my volleyball jersey,
By Sydney Maddox8 years ago in Poets
My Dearest Butterfly
Stuck in the "in between"The in between letting go and moving on.The healing process isn’t one to be rushed,Rather one to embrace,One to feel, and to acknowledgeHow you feelEveryday.
By Aurea Gonzalez8 years ago in Poets
He. Top Story - January 2018.
He walks down the hallway, Hears "she" and "her," And it burns a hole into his soul, Already wounded by pain and hate for who he is,
By Eric Ragsdale8 years ago in Poets
In the Mind of a Fool
She Is Too Much She is too much And I want more. Closer to the truth Than ever before. Her heat is unbearable And I dance in the exquisite flames.
By Scott Daniel8 years ago in Poets
Hearing Me
Forgive all that put a test on me. Give me all the strength to see What can be my testimony. Keep calling my line, Don't even know what's best for me
By Timia Williams8 years ago in Poets
For the Many Not the Few
They think we’re too young to know any better. They think we’re too young to speak out against them. But we are the youth.
By Hannah Petch8 years ago in Poets
Small Moment of Happiness
White cracked lips, snow kissed face, as she breathes in the snow flakes, exhaling the cold smoke that accumulates through the brisk air. Her dark brown hair, is huddled under her hood, as she shakes uncontrollably. Her pale blue eyes, like the arctic, reflecting a scream drowned in her throat.
By Rachel Moretti8 years ago in Poets
I Want
I want To be a lawyer Helping protect, Flora and Fauna The natural beauties of the World Protecting Nature, Rather than the people on the Earth.
By UniquePoet8 years ago in Poets
In Search Of Poetry’s Revival
I am a poet. I have been, since as long as I can remember. I formally started writing poetry at the age of 14, inspired by the death of my hero, John Lennon. Prior to that, my best friend and I wrote song lyrics about silly crushes we had on boys in elementary school. I guess that’s when the poetry really started. I have self-published three books of poetry that really didn’t sell. I mean, friends and family bought them, but I am totally clueless how to market to the public. I didn’t make much money nor did my words travel very far.
By Elizabeth Arnold8 years ago in Poets
What It Means to Be Me
As the days go by, it gets harder to lie, to hope and to feel the precious indents of your skin. Each time I lie, you notice the shriveled up tissues in my pocket and the holes in my heart,
By Kajol jassal8 years ago in Poets
625 Days
When the world doth fall will you remain? Fifteen thousand hours I spend waiting at rocky end; I wait and wait again Until at last you begin creating.
By Spencer Barrett8 years ago in Poets