Poetry
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- Written by: Amin
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1868
I heard a criminal once sayin’ to a judge: to keep me off the streets i will need a suit..
i will need a coup i will not need a roof.
I guess that's how a man who didn't have a roof over his head since he had his first tooth see the world just fancy cars and suits..
for him dat was the truth.
I wouldn’t blame the guy.. he lived in a phone booth!
I blame rest of the world for not showin’ him the proof that he’s innocent..
that he just didn't know life’s truth.
Read more: A Man Without A Name
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- Written by: Amin
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1878
Sometimes i wonder who am i..
am i the same person i used to call me..
Cause sometimes i feel confused
i feel like am another me
he's trying to take over but i want to set me free!
I'm tired of all this..
Tired of explaining who i want to be..
Tired of the expectations they have for me..
tired of the disappointments that happen so constantly..
But i want to make it for once i don't want to let go of me!
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- Written by: twiandsuperfan
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1395
Walking down the hallway,
My fourth hour hallway,
People surround me,
Squish me tight.
They drown me in their thoughts
And ways.
Where am I in this crowd?
Just one soul wondering down,
My fourth hour hallway.
Read more: Fourth Hour Hallway
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- Written by: manisha
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1543
Woman's true
A woman who bears all
A woman who lives every moment up
A woman who lives for all
A woman who has dreams Setti
A woman who is a mine of gems
A woman who has no identity
Every minute a woman who is blasphemous
A woman who just takes the burden of life
Read more: सम्र्पर्ण - woman's true
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- Written by: musicara49
- Category: Poetry
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There's a mirror in the corner of a crowded room.
Where it lies it can only reflect the truth.
The room is in dissaray.
objects crowd the floor.
Dust gathers in empty trays
that once carried something more.
And the mirror sits there.
In the corner where
it can't bare
to show the room
the truth it must-
Read more: Mirror in a Crowded Room
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- Written by: manisha
- Category: Poetry
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Hello,
No name, no identification
Nestled in the eyes of a dream
Is placed on the step by step
Be the realization of this dream
To find the size of the floor
With this hope I Manisha Gupta
Strive to find an identity unlike the world
Let me also recognize the
Thanks
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- Written by: Amin
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 2941
I had a dream.. where I could be everything I want to be..
There was no limits..
It was so surreal.. yet in the same time so vivid
I somehow knew it was all a fantasy..
But I really wanted to live it...
It was such a beautiful place...
Full of equality, tranquility and peace
Full of mutual respect, honesty and selflessness
Read more: Unrealistic Reality
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- Written by: Basch
- Category: Poetry
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A harsh spoke word my tongue confess
A spoken curse upon you dressed
A sprouting weed from heart’s full wilt
Are words from which bring my soul’s guilt
Deceptive love, brought with it lies
Absence from which I can’t disguise
I plead you know I’d no desire
That you would hurt today or prior
Read more: Something I Can't Do
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- Written by: Basch
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1455
We’ll walk barefoot in the forest, red sun in the trees
We’ll talk of past, of future, and reasons for why we
Should escape off to a land afar,
Picking daisies from the long dead scars.
We’ll talk to the passing birds, of the world today,
Of the dusted rusting dreams and how we’ll fly away
The world from there a far off myst’ry
Forget it all, we’ll make new history.
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- Written by: Basch
- Category: Poetry
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Morning’s first pierce of light brings sudden cease to all who rests
Honey golden drops of sun sent over frosted harvests.
A wooden stage, its beams still damp,
The rope from which it hangs, to cramp
The time has come, to face the test
To face my fears that may protest
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- Written by: Basch
- Category: Poetry
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Will a nightingale still sound as sweet,
Once a gilded cage has bound its feet?
Will she still desire her lungs to sing,
Once her master has clipped short her wings?
Will she cry out for her longed release?
Days gone past, will her tears yet cease?
Will she ever sound like she once did call?
After her wings once again grow tall?
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- Written by: goddessofloco
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1957
Covered in satin sheets.
underneath them clad in nothing but me.
Rolling around throbbing with passion, ready and ripe for ecstasy.
Im yours if you’re brave enough to do the asking, the courage worth it.
I’ll do things that the impressions will be forever lasting.
No making love in this, your heart then I would be smashing.
Put out my fire, quench my thirst.
Always remember ladies come first.
