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I was writing a poem about being in Paris with the woman I love while she was sick but unfortunately it got deleted as I was dictating it because I cannot type period
I was writing a poem about being in Paris with the woman I love while she was sick but unfortunately it got deleted as I was dictating it because I cannot type period
Having me in your adolescence, I understand this was no easy feat: Growing up early, throwing your childhood away, I can’t commend you enough. And you’re still on your feet. I saw you struggle, day by day
Dear Potential, My mind is never silent, regardless of the times I try to hush my unyielding condemnation. Aggravating my rest,
Dear Grandmother, You were supposed to protect me and wipe my tears when I cried. Yes, you did this but all as you lied. You taught me not to trust:
I know you was never around But when you talk to me now I frown Because you came in my life a few years ago to make things right But then you talk to me now like I owe you my life
My Dearest Deer Jared Gonzales As I anxiously await the draw result
Dear boy I once loved: There was a glare in your eye that only appeared when i walked by, And my dull grey eyes would turn joyous blue everytime, Everytime our thoughts intertwined it made my heart skip a beat,
Love not received leds to lies and tragedy You shouldn't have believed me I don't love you Dove, so pure blinded and deceived by me To marry a fool you must farewell rue
Dear Depression, Another day has come and gone with moonlit rays receding to the approaching dawn. Why, oh why, do you make me feel all alone even with friends coming to and fro?
You know me better than my mother. You know me better than my friends, Who know me better than my mother. Yet I wonder... Are you? I think for you, Therefore, you are... In me.
Dear Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, You, the bane of my existence, the pain that has persistence, no matter how I try there's no way I can outdistance you.
to my first true love, why? why do you treat me like thIs? you Hurt me over And over, again and again.
Strong, independent, hard-headed, and lovable. such words make you unstoppable. From dusk till dawn your smile carries on, reminding me to always tary-on. With a heart made of gold,
Querido los Campesinos, Dear Fieldworkers,
Dear Luck, You know I am always thinking— hoping— for you. Everyone is.
I had a dream last night, and it got me thinking about you, You're crying right next to the windowsill, and you say that I don't know how you feel.
There once was a lady who had three beautiful daughters And she loved each very much, she said. she raised them in a world of strife Communist China was a mess So she ran away to a safer place
List of Things You Do Not Understand:
Tree roots riding rail-road tracks, where rivers ran and reeled. Near wakes of war-stained waters, where the moonlight blazed em' steel. In parting ways, of praying maize,
Am not a professional writer, and for a fact i don't want to be. I tried writing few articles that i ended up deleting.
I want you to do something for me. I need you to tell them all. Tell my best friends they couldn't stop it. They did all they could and I love them for it. Tell my brothers
It is never truly night. There is always the moon Shining its beautiful light. Like a silver neon sign. It dawned on me, Everyone is more alive at night. There is more light, More noise,
I wonder if you love me think of me want to hug me If you wanted me you would have stayed but I think I am better off that way I wonder if you wonder about me if I love you
I never knew that one day would be the last hello. On that corner under our tree with the dream, Every hurricane of emotion stops; let’s go With that hint of a distanced gleam
There’s three little words I want to hear you say Three little words that can brighten my day I wait expectantly, lapping up the sound of your voice,
Let my hands be always gentle, And never leave you grey and blue. Let my touch bring you comfort, Because I love you.
Because I love You I want to see you angry I want to see you cry I want to see you hurt I want to see you fail I want to see you fall I want to see you give up I want to see you at your lowest point
We've reached our end, you and I. But it's okay, at the end of this is paradise. Where the people are happy, and you get to smile, but before you cross over, why don't we sit for awhile.
People say that words carry weight And we understand it's true That words can be so heavy Even when they're so few It's their emotional pounds That weigh you down That make you afraid
Their are simply no words to follow my actions towards you.. Just because people bicker and stare, it doesn't mean it's always true... The perception of our relationship status..
Weigh down my pockets with your thoughts, each text a burden in my mind, a contact shared form you to me, expressed as stressed bytes caught online. Weigh down my head with your message,
The lotto of lifeScratch thatIt's destinyA one in a millionChance toBe effigyE.g.Lying in MarionEff'tlesslyGentle reposeExposed toFaux certaintyHe knows
PRELUDE: Black Out Poem (Warm Up) A kiss He was waiting for. He wanted more of a girl Who was warm and generous with her praise.
'Because I love you' Means many things Like reassurance until our end Respect and a sense of humility Treat me like I'm full of meaning
Trees and plants are green in spring and summer Autumn comes around, the leaves turn red and orange Winter arrives, and it feels like the storm lasts forever
Why now? I must know How this life grow so large on this Earth we stand on to revive Need some advice to be nice? U and I are together on this, swear things will change
A normal day Of a happy life And then in an instant It's like you've been stabbed with a knife You see everything you love Ripped to shreads There is life all around you
The days can be long The afternoons, longer I can forget who I am sometimes And at times, the doubts can get stronger But your name on my screen And your voice on the phone Are enough to reel me back in This, I'll always know You remind me I'm s
Little brown girl Oh, how big can she be? little brown girl through my eyes, you'll see Her beauty is within thus, it lies deep she's no Barbie and Ken yet, still needs beauty sleep
I am engulfed the many flames you've lit, with the intention of setting my vision ablaze Yet they only seem to act as fuel to my internal flame Seconds, Minutes, Hours, Days,
my brain smokes and i ride the wind or drift by the galaxy past oblivion the old man sits there in a way hes always been today i think
"Once upon a time" quite the phrase. Hearing it captivates children in a daze. But children forget that villains are people too. Their actions may even have jusifiable cause through and through.
Let the blade cut deep, but never shall I bleed. Not this time nor next, shall you see my blood upon my sleeve.
How do a crow share it's view When no one's been filling The sky it's own blue? There was nothing but sheer silence In the fields of it's own land, Like how the lonely bird's mind
America the what? Oh. You said, America, The great. You see, I misheard you, For the words America and great
What is that sound you hear? It is the sound of mothers weeping, Fathers dying, Children starving.
Broken glass, tears shed. Mom stands outside to hang her head, In grief. There is no love left in these streets. Two blocks over gunshots ring out.
Does love really last forever? I mean we have that sense of love you know deep down inside to where we know we really love this person but does love last forever? I mean yes it can last for years and years but how do you know you love someone?
I pledge allegiance To the left Stand for the oppressed Bleed blue from my chest. I pledge allegiance to the right Disguised as hate But for freedom I fight.
America, the great, the beautiful. Is it really true? People, abandoned, left for dead. Ignored, tossed aside. Yelled at, discriminated. We are not fair.
They’re thicker How? Who knows, They’re reaching together Around my windows, They’re protecting From what happened From what made them Thick and puffy
I just can’t seem to get it right, I put it off till I had time But now I’m feeling overwhelmed And more than that I’m scared as hell, Scared that things are crashing down Lonely far from all I know
He was an angel in disguise that pretended to love and care for me When the truth is he doesn't know to be a loving and caring man for me
Rain is falling but not hard enough The wind is blowing but far too much The sun doesn't shine but for a touch People are calling but just to bluff The sirens are blaring but the sound is a hush
from a wilted whisper to a unyielding yell you've forced my hand i won't back down anymore.
Stay Gold You never know what the future holds, with our stories yet untold, our beautiful mind can't be sold, our words will be forever spoken forget the background noise, focus you are not broken. Show them you are strong,
Dad, These are the days where I, With special clarity, With attentive mind Give heed to the cavern in my heart. These are the days where I wonder And I miss your smile. The days I remember.
Does God Care?...
I believe that leaves grow on the strength of their trees So that one day they leave and reach for new feats And these leaves that grow too fast, soon break free And roam the pastures of uncommon things
Thanks For The Epiphany's You left me traumaitized,But now I'm desensitized,When I mesmerize,About the feelings inside.And I don't wanna feel,Something that's not real,When I can't even begin to heal.Why can't I be everything you
In the beginning, I felt like dying Everyday was the same filled with my constant sighing I could not bring forgiveness to myself I am alone I settled for someone who only brought me stress
Drifting up north on a Friday evening, with my ears plugged to a silent music. The driver strives to better his earnings by helping stranded people off the sidewalk pavings
My feet may be a bit long and I may not have a thigh gap, but that doesn't mean that my legs aren't smokin' hot I may have love handles and a muffin top, but these curves are more than your love can handle
be yourselfbe a kidlike I didbe your own personbut did I mentionthese sidelinesguidelinesto abide by
Such elegant creatures which live in the seas Who float as if a feather fell gracefully The creatures that come in many different colors The ones that differ from one another
I wish to be free Like the birds and bees Who fly and land wherever They please. I wish to be free Like the tree Who will always stand tall and sturdy And upright beside me.
Music is powerfulA healer of the heartI can feel strength in me when the rhythm starts Sound is surroundingLimbs are flowingMy mind is freeDancing and spinningCan help ease anxiety
Crashing waves Horses racing for peoples debts Amature volleyball games in the sand Posiedon's serving calamari House parties on the water
Out the window a thousand bright lights
Late night crying Struggling with pain and insecurities Bad thoughts running through your mind Feeling invisible like a ghost Feeling like a nobody Not worth anyone's time Sick of crying
I look at my generation and know we are screwed How easy for the young mind to get so manipulated How fast we fall in love all for the wrong reasons How easy we get caught up in the pleasures of sex drugs and money
A crisp fall morning. Waking up just before the sun rises. Watching the steam of a freshly brewed cup of coffee billow through the air. The scent of a freshly lit candle fills your lungs, seeing it's flicker from afar.
poetry is like a tree - if you took all the metaphors and gave them to me i’d have them strung up on the clothesline by half a quarter to 3.
One day, behind the summer leaves, spellbound, I watched the heavens bleed. The sky was fainting, whitening, and feeble, yet it soaked the trees. A darling little groan of pain
I was depressed at a young age, Becoming a new person every day, Never crying, emotions looking for a way out. It came to me three quarters into sixth grade. I paused from running away to stare at a golden page.
Haven’t seen the world yet, but I don’t need an airplane to teach me empathy. Befriended a drug dealer, became friends with my enemies.
Madness, darling, madness is what I feel Genuine like stars before the moon so surreal Dangerous like chaos locked within then set free My loved ones they sing and swing and dream
Ive been suffering this disconnect Past and present shuffling in my head It has to be said These days I know no wrong Cause its been too lonely of a song To have sung along I hate how my voice trembles
The lips of my brain Were born to be insane Driven to rust Life was clearly my lust My worth defined by dirty words that often weren't even heard A soulful sorrow of judgement
Literature is….! Boring. I slept through Kipling, Napped on Dostoevsky, You think I liked Dickens?
If I Could Be Anything In The World I Would Be Your Tears With Every Emotion You Bringg Conceived In Your Heart With Every Beat It Makes Born In Your Eyes Where Your Beautiful Soul Shines Bright
If I Could Be Anything In The World I Would Be Your Tears With Every Emotion You Bringg Conceived In Your Heart With Every Beat It Makes Born In Your Eyes Where Your Beautiful Soul Shines Bright Live In Your Cheeks Where When You Smile I Feel The
My sentances are long, organized, complex, but my mind always wanders, short bursts of energy, infinite subjects. Too long had I tried to say my thoughts normally. Why try when poetry
It doesn't matter now does it? Do our own words even define us anymore? No that's not it. Apparently to the social contruct our gender makeup defines us.
My gift. My voice. A melody. A tune. A sound. Which then became Words recited rapidly And rhythmically. I soon discovered It was a form Of p-o-e-t-r-y.
They walk and talk like they really know mebut I'm not just some random bodyI don't need them to dictate what I can and cannot do
In the abyss a crevice of black I curl my neck ready to attack With inked rapiers in my claws I slash and stab hoping for renewal Half awake my sore back sprouts
no matter what you say or do it will never be enough not what they're looking for so your feelings, they're ignored they're a lie just like you just because you're a liar too
He stares at his ceiling It's half past four It's paranoia he's feeling He looks at his door No one will come Yet, he still tries to run Away from his demons They scare him a ton
Good morning, they say And I'll say it back But I still desire unconsciousness Not because I need the rest Although I do But I stay on my feet anyway Aware of my struggle to
This day in particular Was really quite gray The guy next to me sighed Hey, you okay? I replied that I was fine I gesured him to go away Yet, he wiped the tears from my eyes
There's something about surfing at sunset. Maybe your hands feel like ice cubes. Maybe your ribs ache against the surfboard. Maybe your arms hang, limp as noodles.
Breathing in the salty air I can feel the wind pushing through my hair, I feel the warmth of the sun pressed against my skin, the crashing of the waves
My best friend was raped her freshman year and was shamed into transferring into another school. I met her my senior year.
Hate never silenced her wordsAnd compliments never brought about changeAll she ever did was binge and purgeBut her mind remained tainted and strange
Fear. A devil straight from hell Causes anger to swell Fear. A demon With long wings Laced with blood Dripping down Like a butterfly after rain The eyes
Just say Say it already Why should we have to choose You Me We are not a label See You and me we are one One as equality We are not Gay or Straight We are not Men and Women
Over the clouds, radience I see; Under the radience, a nest; Over the nest, a fire set on the tree; Under the tree, a hunterat his best; Over the hunter, a need to flee; Under the fear, the end of his quest.
There is a swarm of the expressionless monotonies which resound off the bleeding walls and pierce through Your soul writes all it wishes to convey on these beaten, chipped, and tattered walls
Greatest gift for mankind? The relief from a hard time; I say this with no lie. Laughter over anger makes everything fine Because I know it will be in due time. Knowing what’s best with best intention.
I would take the love that you saw When Flynn looked at Rapunzel When you saw pure love and passion for this girl that he just met a day or two before
Alone and stranded on a bare-naked island, no food, no water, no warm toasty bed. The sunlight glares off the endless sea-- my eyes and reality have not yet met. I watch the first sunrise, cursing my luck.
Before I even knew how to say hi I, Was outcasted, ostracized, denied Kicked for being different, spitted at for daring to be born What was I supposed to do, when even adults sworn
This is to those souls who turn penciled prose once froze poetically Into hearts spoke phonetically Because Respectively Some words are too great To be caged upon a page. So Here's to
Many people, internationally, are interconnected through this web of interaction. This tool has the power to topple over rulers and let voices be heard.
If you ask the many about what they need on a deserted island many talk about food. Others talk about how they would need the right dudes.
A smiling face A cheerful laugh She seems happy But it never lasts She goes to bed But she can't sleep The depression hits And she starts to weep
Once I soared on an angel with steel wings,through a piercing blue skyover the dark belly of a Gulf,to a land unknown to me.Stepping out of the airlock turned my clothes into hot laundry
We're living in a society where 13 and 14 year old girls dream of a relationship even remotely close to 'Fifty Shades of Grey' but can't even tolerate the cramps coming from the heavy flow of their monthly red room of pain.
The rain poors slowly, but consistantly, creating the perfect, wet tambourine. The boy in his sleep snores melodically. The basketball hitting the ground creates the perfect rhythm,
One day I couldn't reconize myself. I looked in the mirror and couldn't find my face from all the troubles of the world. I wear a smile to cover the pain as I wash away the blood and scars. He hit me. As the red washed away my mind did too.
Music fills my ears nurishment for my hungry soul without a home, but I hear a cord and I am content drowning in fear, but the melody is my savior keeing my head above the water
I miss your lips that made me fly But now I'm all alone With no home to call my own Crowded room but all I see is you Heartache, Hurts so much it makes me cry Alone,
Scared. Alone, There's no one around. All I see are trees sand and the loud ocean waves crashing down. You should be here with me. But you never seemed to care.
All I need 'Sides air to breathe And jobs to keep me In the green Is love - exchanged 'tween you and me. Not like dutch
I’m sick of it, The blasted hordes like dried-out gourds Screaming, cawing for more water. Feed the flesh, delight the eyes Give us our shining fantasy. With flippancy Strip down past all the layers of
I would so gladly take him with me, Across oceans, through deserts, above the atmosphere. My best friend, The one person I can never learn to live without.
Life is controlled by time and space. With little known to it and time to waste. But above all what keeps us going. Is time Itself without no one knowing.
Love I need love Keeps me Saves me Inspires me Scolds me Praises me Hurts me Invests me Forces me Feeds me Notices me
Until then, I will tell you your value is more than the world's treasures. Until then, I will look at you and smile because you are amazing, and everything about you is beautiful.
She's the love That I had hoped for The dream I had chased She's the wish I thought would never come true I know that I am blessed To have someone like her.
Started at the top of the world back in the 6th grade, was on the honor roll and thought I had life great. I thought for sure I would be someone amazing someday, but it flipped the other way in my dismay.
Puffer fish- imitates borrowing a student loan. Deadly, life changing, bodies petrified. It awaits humbly, slowly; innocent upon first glance. Like the holy lizard it ripples through the sea.
Dear Mother, There's this feeling I get when I'm in your embrace. Dear Mother, it's a feeling, like the glow shown on your face. Dear Mother, what is it called when you put me first, always above
Gina Napolitano Cotton Your crosses are covered in blood. Not the blood of Christ, But the blood that oozes from brown skin.
The sun can shine it's brightest The wind can blow it's hardest But never had my heart felt this deepest To ever felt this hatred Do you ever want to know my wish? As I sat by the lake to see the fish
What if reality is a fallacy, Perpetuated by affliction? Disillusionment just a deterrent For positive transition? When all is lost, picking up
Dear father who art I heaven God keeps sending letters.I'm still trying to read last weeks stack.He either sends me some clarity,Or i'll think does He have it out for me? Father,What should have I done when I lost my friend?What are you teaching m
There are many scents I take in when I breathe, But I can't live without the one left behind when you leave. It's hard to describe the feelings I get. I just know I'm brought back to the day that we met.
I live in the eyes of others but they do not see the dark hole I have stumbled into. No one helps me from falling but one; my angel she guides me to the light so I may escape the darkness.
Tonight I wish I was walking on cobbled stone. Because maybe if I was I would be able to drown the constant sex between the leaves and the wind. I would be able to subdue their moans and sighs. But I'm not, I'm here.
I'm trapped on this island, theres nothing but silence. If I had one thing with me, What would it be? I could choose my phone or a tree, but how would that benefit me?
All I need? A simple question indeed. Take a look in the mirror, and there you will see The one thing in life that means the most to me
As I am surrounded by the forest tress, nature's wind blows below my feet. I hug myself as I quiver trying to stay warm. The air is crisp and my lips are cracked. Lost within myself I search for a way out.
Let the sun rise up And the earth fade away Every soul cry out Open up heavens gate We are gathered here Under your name Do away with fear And seek his face
I wonder what beauty really is, I thought it is someone who you’ll miss Like in the whole, a missing piece, How great you are to tame the beast!
If only more teachers made learning fun. A single teacher can make you turn. More students their study they would yearn. Make learning an opportunity, not a chore. Maybe your students will stop being whores.
If only more teachers made learning fun. A single teacher and make you turn. More students their study they would yearn. Make learning an opportunity, not a chore. Maybe your students will stop being whores.
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Lost in thought along slough pews–- sweating doors–- curdled smiles; sleepy summer minds
As a fawn in life The world seemed filled with good Everything is something everyone could Ever since 5 I dreamed of being a man’s wife, Then life became more real As I grew more old
I am not at all trendy In fact I’ve fracked more than my fair share of high pressure anxiety attacks Fashioning a frantic fever
"Every day's a little cold And every day's a little old Every dare's but a little bold And souls only have a little gold But every heart's a little controlled" However much this song may sting
My body is a sieve. Full of holes, yet still whole. And intact. It's a bit rusty in places- once shiny and new, the metal frame is tainted,
Einstein may have once said"Everyone's a genius.But if you judge a fish byIt's ability to climb a tree,It will live its whole lifeBeleiving that it's stupid." There's more truth than you think to that.
I am no longer the declarative, so bold Nor am I the forgotten recluse, so cold Relinquish my orthodox views, so old Do not allow myself into the false Fold. The flickering screen beckons, so chaste
Every day a new beginning The beginning of music making Every emotion displayed with the melodies I’m thinking. Happiness, sadness, rejoicing, and anger
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Fritos taste neat under the creak I may seem upset if I overeat What if I am, would that be spooky? To feel a certain way That makes me cooky
I am not who you think I am. But I am him, still. I am more than what you thought I was. Though I am him, still. I am nothing more than nothing less - With words and still
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I lay here on my bed And try to think and think Just what exactly I should write With this pen filled with ink.
I am not you I am not he I will only be the best me, I can be
To be touched and crushed by something that I least expected it from. It came close to my heart, but killed my soul when it was done.
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I'll fly away again High in the sky toward migration. As civilizations increase Our species continues to weep. The more land you conquer Forces more stress And Less flowers.
Who am I? A great question this is, the best way to know is to live what I've lived. So with pen in hand, I'll write to you, the story of me in the best way that I can.
I walk, with head bowed, There is no expressions now, I have lost what was in my eye, The cold wind blows my side, Ice hits everything around me, The purity of white,
You probably don't know me, but my friend made you add me on snapchat.
I need to write a poem. It itches. My skin crawls like a butterfly pupa warped beneath a cacoon ready to burst magnificent colors into the smallest spaces of sky. It burns.
I am light as a feather but no one can hold me forever. Who am I? If you know me, then you want to share me but if you share me, I'll be gone. Who am I?
A common missconception, a desire for the future. Leading to nothing but emptiness due to the lack of wanting found in the best of us who
How does one define perfection? By looking in my eyes, They don't show a reflection of the viewer but a glimps into my soul. In the curve of my iris there is a story, A little girl who moved from house to house,
We're growing up But you pop up To point norms thrown up And none taken up.
What I want is just a dream To others, that is not what it seems I want better for myself I want love for the nation What I want is just a thought All of which have faught, For them to be released
Curvy, skinny, thin, or fat. What should I wear, should I eat that? Should I talk slower, should I walk faster Am I too talkative? Should I shut up?
Never been kissed, never been held, never been loved Never been missed
Who are you? And what can you do?
See the third eye inside the mind, through this world of deception
It's the flesh that makes us human The skin that makes us people Double edged sword used to cause upheaval Tactics implemented by a fallen angel Reason why for a mother life and death is so painful
UNBROKEN By Julissa Anaya You. Backstabbing, false, two-faced person, you. Compulsive, deceitful, self-indulgent human, you.
You're a drunken mistake a night of regret I can't shake for God's sake I hurt someone I love just for the intake of your breath and the connection of our bodies
The first stroke of the brush and im estatic an idea is born continuous marks commence and im hoping to create something worth talking about potential is key and this has potential
An Angel in Comfortable Shoes
Life is crazy Never filled with just roses and daisies There are highs and lows, Time that comes and goes. Days so hazy. Over and over we bend and break
Could I say I like the painof seeing you with someone else? Lets me know how wet the rain.Drenched and hurt inside myself.
Storms may blow feirce and strong, winds howl and rains pour moring comes sunlight seeping in another day to endure, my spirits are lifted a rainbow promise I see
Everything you do, Is picture perfect you see? It might not fit in a frame, But life is the memory. I remember I’d never stop running,
There are two way my mom would say. Choose the right path so we wouldnt face the wrath.
"HE IS THE POEM"
In every country there are hardships to be had. Diseases and disaters! There is no stopping that! America is my home and what a home it is. When nature seems our enemy we always know what to do.
Black is not derived from the word negro. Black was not on the fields, black was not in the home. Black is my stereotypical ego that I was given when others were put upon a throne.
Not by occasion Nor location But by His crucifixion Death and resurrection Perfected He my salvation Gave He me His vision With full attention I grasped through revelation
Awe: an emotion variously combining dread, veneration, and wonder
I woke up alarmed, the darkness asked to come in. "The devil lives inside of me" she said with a crooked grin. I looked into her bloodshot eyes, no soul within.
My life has it's ups. And downs. And it's starting to turn around.
Show me your teeth Lift the corners of your mouth Smiles are the natural wreathes When you feel your mood is going south The simplest anecdote is to remind yourself
The beast hurt came out from the spiked pit Enjoying the liberation, enthralled by the roses before it Yet they renew its wounds old, refusing to be admired Alarmed by the pain
In my head, once again lost in a song From the rhythm. To the songs compelling melody
The odours and smell assault me first. Fried fat, sticky sweets and over piqued thirst. Energetically wrapped in fest and jest,
I feel dead When my ink die No pulse when I eat instead Of writtin all these rhymes For this is my time This is my life This is my rhyme So.... When ever you hear The sound of my voice
Everything is awesome.You just gotta find'emBut have you ever gave it a try?
No matter what year, fear or tear life may bring; remember that there is always cheer that springs. Let freedom ring! From wall to wall, Who would have thought the confederate flag would fall?
IN AWE of AWESOME I digress my awesomeness-modestly I don’t protest What I say is not in jest-to pursue this awesomeness So awesome follows through the hollows Over the sorrows beyond tomorrows
All that glitters is not gold, So how dare you be so bold, To say that the best things in life are free? Well, no one is free from impunity. You only have the freedom of speech,
The battle had been a hard one that day She had been bruised and beaten in the fray Sitting alone, she thought of what had past The same morn’ a shadow the sun had cast
Mr. Cheetah, Those who cheatconstantly repeattaking that which is nottheirs, to eat.
I sat alone one evening, Nearly dreaming upon my table propped, Stopped had I from work to rest,
Creation, Destruction, One and the same. For to make a verse Is still at worse Just bleeding onto a Innocent page. Scarring it, Marking it
The wonder of the sunrise
Inspired by the Novel "Through the Deep Waters," by Kim Vogel Sawyer, my poem tells the story of a young woman who sold her body to save herself and her mother (set in the mid-late 1800's).
Left my feelings under the door. Unspoken words left me wanting more. I feel as if I have to keep emotions covered up, because the emotions I'm emoting are potent.
People tell me that you love me How could you love me? You buy drugs with my birthday card money You didn't forget you just spent the money I get it daddy No I don't You didn't forget
Tears are a way I face my fear,
You were not a carved a silhouette. A predertermined notion. Society's rules did not code you change you define you, you
Teenagers just want to have fun. Of course that would mean drinking, But it’s just fun I wonder if it’s just fun Because I am Jada
Pure love the one you can't see the type to sne
Sick in the hospital Diabetes has me here again My pumps not working All my panceras is, is dead.
Wake up...wake...WAKE! I am falling fast...tumbling downward in a crazy spiral So nauseous...head throbbing My skin, blood, bones, and soul tearing apart Screams lost in the cacophany
The beauty of the forgotten
The talk down. The walk down the stairs.
I know this self(i.e me)
Loud and yet quiet,
I am Victoria Brooke Pickel
What's on Nate's IG The best Nate that Nate would be the Nate that should be
A million selfies, now a million and oneI've sent to the eyes of the man who held the gun.The gun of the happiness I asked him ownOn account of the interest and affection he'd shown.
I open my eyes and look towards my feet. There are weights on a wall seeming to stare at me.
Who am I? My birth name is Shelby. But that's changed over the years; shrimp, chipmunk, penguin, shorty. School was rough. Not always fitting in. Graduation set me free. Now - I am me.
Love her the same By Lauren Deja
My pup is growing so very fast, She eats and plays and snores like a fiend, Her Churchill demeanor makes her all the more lovable, Cleo the dog, our bond will only get stronger.
dr j and micheal jorden was the best basketball players to ever play the game of basketball, they were great ball players and they will rise to the top.
I hide who I am from most everyone today I was bullied and harassed back in the day It taught me to sit back quietly and assess Don't allow anyone in or else it causes stress
The world seems to lean by the masses to the optical
I’m not a poet I’m a penny flying through the air after you throw it Off the top of a building or Into the wishing well I’m wishing well for all my brothers and sisters across the globe
I am a frugal creature with a mindful nature I could never have my meals specially catered When there so many who go hungry all because of money I would spare no expense to bring them in harmony
My pouting lips, My freckles, My brown eyes brown hair and blonde tips are Exposed. My red skin, My frizzy curls, My chubby wrists cheeks and chin.
I was born into a generation A generation bred into technology They claim we lack morals and conservation But I believe it is an inherited ideology They bombard us with promiscuity and violence on the big screen
Without a filter I use huge words Cuss words, made-up words, Ugly words like butt hurt I’m positively a grammatical genius 32 on my ACT in English Now when tell me am I using this?
Babies are crying, while people are dying.There's always that one, that you say you love.Why though do they hurt, they're face down in the dirt.
I am a very humble man I do everything I possibly can Discrimination needs to stop There is no race who is on top Red, yellow, white or black We are equal, thats a fact The killing needs to cease
People today brag about “No Filter” as if it is an accomplishment, Bragging that they have not edited themselves, Acting as if displaying the truth of yourself is some great, courageous act.
Face loaded up with make-up,
There's a coursing river coming right at you no dams or cares that's a fact. But I hope you know something, this honesty isn't fantasy. I'm not a funny page, I'm imbuing knowledge
I am a woman. Therefore, I am power. A typical woman is said to bloom like a flower. Why bloom like a flower, when you can sting like a bee? I am fearless, and I will be a queen.
In my head there is music
Nobody is perfect, I hear it every day, "Flawless just doesn't exist", But who cares what people say. Beautiful, confident, bold; Ugly, fat, queer; We are our greatest critics,
Woman Wrapped in Self-Confidence I am a woman wrapped in self-confidence A crown of wisdom placed upon my brow A heart of wonder laced with tenderness Tall I stand against all resistance.
The world is colorful Our perception is often not Instead of the rainbow We live in black and white thought We catogorize, we generalize--we label each other's lives With our preset misconceptions
“Is it okay? Are you okay?” You say “I feel so guilty” “Not enough” I say If you did it anyways
It’s not as if I've never been here before It's right there in that chair that you realize tears are imminent
Through thick and thin, we formed an alliance, Turned to each other when in need of reliance. Guiding me through when life throws me troubles, Providing advice for my daily struggles.
I am always the most hyper person in the room. When i talk it comes out loud and booming. I never serious and the only time i stop moving is when i fall asleep. My hands are always tapping and there is a beat in my head,
The love that has been shown to me, without the makeup and clothes, is a different kind of love, then when i have them on, but who am i to impress others, I'm just me, myself and I,But who is this me, This me is a girlwho isn't afraid, Isn't afrai
When you leave you venture above dormant pavement This is a memory This is a moment
Death is easy, Life is hard, Death is calm, Life is rough.
I am not flawless Nobody but a fool says they are. My nails are uneven Because I bite them worrying whether my work’s even
I walk with my hijab- shadowed but shining I walk fast, small silent steps, quick pace I walk and weave through the crowded hallways No bother to anyone, anyone no bother to me
Wat i know is the theory of me What i believe in honor in which i see the others in a new light
Take me to church and tell me no and go to hell. I dont belong here and I never will belong here. I could never believe you.
Without a Face, Do I Still Exist?
Once more, I look through the mirror and see exactly the person I didn't want to be. All the life, all the sense, all ambitions I'd need, were gone from the person who stared back at me.
I am the bastardized version of the American dream. To many I am not clean, to more unseen. I was a foster care child, to which many equate to wild.
A shoe too small for man to wear; Lost life, a soul so young, a br'er. Upon the grave we must lament; our wails to carve the grey cement. The dead we wrought; wrung malcontent.
I'd only felt at best in my dreams and even then I wasn't fully asleep. Plagued by my conscience of insecurity, constantly reminded of my impurities. Entirely, I forced myself to accept me.
All my life I fought to become The girl without a flaw I tossed and turned, awake at night This is what I saw. A world of perfect people, Every one the same. And as I dreamed I realized
"Write about a trouble in your life," they say- but in no way can I relay the way that I got laid
When I looked in the mirror I saw pain and hurt written all over it. When I looked in the mirror I saw black and blue. When I looked in the mirror I began to cry because when I looked in the mirror I saw ugliness.
They say your eyes, When given time, Become accustomed To the night. Though dark and eerie One great shadow, Night penetrated Glows to light. It is a lie.
Flawless Am I that Could I be that Wish I could be Looking in the mirror I saw them all Big nose, big forehead, ugly smile I fixed the smile But what about the rest? Work out
Flowers are like spring, Blooming and born anew,
One can describe, One can demostrate, One can interwined, but the kind of that you show, will come alive only.. If you choose to show it.
As the pandas die off, so do I But I’ve been told lie after lie That I am fine That I’m only hyped On some “cute” delusion “But, is it a delusion?” I ask in utter confusion
People look at me as I look back they say what I could be and the things I lack
Behind the mask I have been stripped Stripped away from all that was mine I am just a plain face Left out in the cold to wither away My eyes fill with tears I am a souless soul
A flawless person has never once walked upon this earth Women everywhere are itchin' to gain beauty and selfworth Society tells them they are too fat or too thin But women need to know that beauty comes from within
Quick with a joke and full of hope
That's ItI've made itI'm doneI booked my ticket straight to the sunThe stars speak and I hear;"This is your Captain speaking,Your one way flight from victim, Land of SilenceHome of the Slave
Being two people at the same time is hard.
I am simply me Nothing more nothing less Do I speak differently Why yes The shaking you hear is not my choice Scared that the next word I say will not come out
A heartless beating thumps in my chest My head manifests an illusion of what was
Save all that drama and animosity Cause it ain't for me, You can be the one to tell Facebook and Tweet but your standards, I'm not about to meet. I wasn't sent here for everyone to like me
I step onto the stage ready to entertain, but people do not know Behind the curtain I left my shame. Fantasies are what they are seeing. What draws you into hell? Why do they bother hearing
If you only could look through my da
I hide inside myself in some secret waiting place far away, close beside, listening to songs I remember of you. No one goes or knows or maybe even cares,
I've been surrounded by people, who've greatly impacted my life. "Great", such a terriible word. Its nature is a double-edged sword. For one who conquers the world, whether to spread love or unleash hate
Sitting alone on the grass late one night Admiring the starry sky shining so bright I could not help but be in awe of my God Who created the heavens and man out of sod
I don't wear makeup
A being in my heart, You were always there from the start. Never shall we be apart. Me and the being in my heart. We gaze up towards the coudy sky, In agony, our life isa lie.
I can’t chew on the thought that’s begot Rotting inside like they thought I forgot When they couldn’t see me gnashing my fangs against my iron-wrought cage, the fangs, their bangs-
I woke up this morning to the sound of no alarm clock Of course I was 30 minutes late, and I had to leave in ten I shot up from my bed and my whole body cracked
my room is crowded with feelings, and all i feel is alone. my family and friends, they just pretend that this house was ever a home my mother, she really does love me. she's the one who tends to my wounds.
I grew and noticed I had no pair Sent by God to provide care All ma burdens no one help bare Of the many Love none was shared.
Who can judge my dirty blonde hair? Who can judge me on what I should wear?
“You’re boring” I smile thinly Returning to my book It’s hardly a plot twist I’ve heard this many times I already know it’s true But then they keep coming back
Roses are flowers and so are violets. I really like nursing, it is my dream. I'm gonna help people and that's important. Who knows? I might help your child someday. My rhyming is terrible and so is this poem,
I come from a neighborhood of South L.A. where it is likely for the local youth who succumb to the world of the Gang Bang. Typically, the local gang members do hard time for committing drive by's that go "Bang! Bang!".
As a elementary student I read books to get gold medals It was for competition, climbing academic levels However my competitiveness turned into a love affair Books became my escape from despair
What makes me happy can be rather simple: My car, my sister, not having a pimple. But it can be more complicated than that. Like seeing a friend and having a chat, Or watching my favorite show,
D4 my opening move Who could disprove? The power of thinking ahead This gives me much joy but others dread strategy and tactics an army of 16 The most powerful piece The Queen
You're gonna hear me roar! Katy Perry sure knows how to rock her assonance.
BY BRENDA SHAUGHNESSY If it takes me all day, I will get the word freshened out of this poem. I put it in the first line, then moved it to the second, and now it won’t come out.
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE Gaily bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old- This knight so bold-