Poetry
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- Written by: Jennygirl
- Category: Poetry
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I slip away in my minds eye
to see what my idol is doing
He's kicked back in his lazy chair
sipping a cup of coffee
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- Written by: NubilousError
- Category: Poetry
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A father is a figure that should
Have some respect
Both for himself and others
And shows it openly and without regret.
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- Written by: NubilousError
- Category: Poetry
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Once upon a time, I fell in love,
His pale skin and small form made me tremble so.
He eased my mind and relaxed my body, to a point I couldn’t control.
I tasted his love, so neutral and unconditional,
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 2004
So the night rolls over us, so dark, so deep, so what. Maybe just maybe were cut glass dancers or ice jewels in the sun, crystal flickering’s in a light well done, so what if we can’t stich up our dam old sun, a poet once said we can make it run. So is it wrong for a light not to be so heavenly bright or perhaps nature has it just right, on an earth that rolls ions above and below some sacred ground. Tell me why, why must we hope for more than we have, an eternal sky opening with crucified hands.
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- Written by: louisamiya
- Category: Poetry
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The looks did it for me at first,
Watching you inside made me with joy burst,
It was a first-no one ever made it last,
That smell of your versman,
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- Written by: Uniquely...Disfunctional
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 2009
I am a Double Life
I live in quiet suburbs
I am the soft hand on sullen cheeks
I am the glue that binds family and tradition
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- Written by: Jennygirl
- Category: Poetry
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Heal his mind, quiet his heartache
His fences have been mended
He just doesn't know it
for the reality that he preceives
is what sets his tone
His dreams have taken a new form
Teach him to understand, it's part of the plan
that the bad root has been plucked out, like a blade
It's o.k. to stay in this house that He's made
It's not incomplete, in fact it's been saved
For She no longer is the thorn
The rose is still as sweet
It's healthy and thriving and the little ones are under his feet
His dreams have taken on a new form
He just doesn't recognize her shape
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- Written by: pnajjar
- Category: Poetry
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I hear the walls
Speaking to me
“Do it, Don’t do it”
But I can’t see their tongues.
I hear the microwave
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- Written by: NubilousError
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 1917
Elucidate
Illuminate
Compensate for the time
Stolen from me
The tears raped
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- Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet
- Category: Poetry
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Of all chemicals we chose concrete
Reflective in the sky of gray
Of the universe we have little notion
Just a big black ocean no notion
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- Written by: The_Unwanted
- Category: Poetry
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It's a deafening sound this silence,
Loud and proud and violent,
Plays with walls as it bounces around,
Wherever I hide I can be found.
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- Written by: The_Unwanted
- Category: Poetry
- Hits: 2023
The Little Girl With Grown Up Eyes.
*Based on the lyric ʻCondemnationʼ by Depeche Mode. Lyrics are in italics*
Condemnation – the act of condemning - that was what she offered me the first time we met online, in the first conversation we had. She didn't realise it, she didn't mean to offer it, but she did all the same. And I accepted it without the realisation of what I was accepting, I was open to it, I wanted it, I longed for it.
Read more: The Little Girl With Grown Up Eyes.
