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By Bitter Irony
Waking up is hard to do...a rhymed sestina.
this is my first attempt at a poem. it really helped me express some of my feelings. hope you don't think it sucks.
Poetry | Updated Mar 6, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
when you look at me, i bet you think i'm happy..but do u see the truth? do i tell it to you?
By Qouth The Raven
A reflection of my veiw on the twisted darkness within romance...my usual style...
Poetry | Updated Feb 27, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Dawn Prest
Many reasons for this, the first being an end to a relationship, many years ago. The second being me lashing out at those who claim to be friends and stab you in the back. This is quite an old one, as you can probably tell. If you don't like it, I don't care, Ok? I write for ME. And this is for me.
Poetry | Updated Feb 27, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 14
By Landin Johnson
Writers are the speakers of our times. Readers and Learners take what we have said, and put a bit of themselves in our work and call it their own.
An honesty about people who lack the ability to be so.
Poetry | Updated Feb 19, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 6
What does it mean when you become what someone else wants you to be? This poem was inspired by a Kurt Halsey drawing.
Poetry | Updated Feb 8, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
motherfigure/fatherfigure lying to their child so that the kid can "feel safe" *this summery is bad*
Poetry | Updated Feb 5, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Beautiful Simplicity
Oh it hurts. The pain is frustrating, but I must write it down. Writing is what keeps me going.
Poetry | Updated Feb 3, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 3
We all say we're fine, and we know we're not... maybe that's why we never know what it means to truly be intimate!
By Moriden Aurelius
which is true
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 3
By Dormy Blount
some girls are evil
Poetry | Updated Jan 26, 2007 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
Only a seed...and then a flower...transformed by...solar power...
By Byron Quinn
A dark poem of my angel's suffering