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Alter Ego
Behind the glass, reflectively. I see a man standing there who looks like me. But something is not right. Not all of the pieces fit the same.
Paul CrockerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHeartache
You lay in bed at night Wishing to change your life Why did you do what you did You rushed yourself into this You aren't happy
Melissa PereiraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Well
Deeper than any I have seen my well starts to re-open This void of hatred and guilt calls as it starts to gape I find I want to dive in, help me.
David AlemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHappiness
When the day is done, and nothing has gone right, Turn your thoughts back to a time of delight, Recall how happy and wonderful some days can be,
DAVID PRIORPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGrowth
Wholesome seeds planted in dusky soil, Nature will reflect their inner turmoil. Some grow to be flowers which bloom every day,
Chloe UrquhartPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHeavy
07-24-17 I think God would forgive me, If I gave up. But I know he wants me to keep going... And I was going to write another fistfight poem for Chester,
Missteecup25 PaintedredpoetPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBlack Lives Matter
All. Lives. Matter. Really? Because you’re genuinely scared of the police Because you can do everything right, and still get shot
Edens FleurizardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSecret of Success
The World is moving very fast Make use of this feast Try to learn every day You will see miracle one day. When you are in difficulty
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Nephew
For my nephew Braiden. He's 21 and a single dad, His daughter is 3, her name is Bethany, My nephew is strong, he has a big heart.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Monster They Created (Part 1)
I will wake in the morrow, happy, with no sorrow. The next few days will be full of fun, as long as nobody brings a gun.
Christopher WolvertonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYesterday's Lipstick
Happiness is not a place. Happiness is a feeling. It can be present in the darkest ghetto. And absent in the largest mansion.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsRealization
Would it be so bad if people read me like a book? But like a book, I would be judged and I’m afraid of judges Saved by the bell
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in Poets