Decaying Bride
Coldness prickles my feet The winter morning is no joking matter If you have no means to eat or a place to sleep The twigs crackle crackle crackle Beneath my chest, as I stay frozen and laid to rest…
true crime is one of the most explored themes on Power Poetry, where young poets share their authentic voices and lived experiences. The 2 poems below range from raw first drafts to carefully crafted works — each one a window into how a young writer sees true crime in their life. Whether you're looking for inspiration, connection, or just want to know you're not alone, start reading and see what resonates.
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