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Notice
Would you notice me if I left? No longer here. No longer part of your life. I notice you Even if I shouldn’t. It’s been years
Emily ValdezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPoetry's Mysterious Ways
Poetry has been around for centuries. A lot of questions come to mind with poetry, especially to those who don't write poetry. Even people like myself who actively write poetry find ourselves questioning what poetry is and what it's purpose is. There's a huge interest in how it's made, where the ideas come from, and the hidden tricks beneath each technique used, if there is any. Many are frustrated, as the response is always the same: I don't know.
Chloe GilholyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Wake Up There, Too
And I think it was me. Maybe it's the fact that that I sleep in socks some nights and my cold feet don't search for yours under the covers anymore.
Karlee AnaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFavour
Today, I watched you die. Drenched in red, a pool of blood Widening in radius around you As people stood around Seemingly mimicking the red
Shivani VaniPublished 7 years ago in PoetsClyde
The sun’s heat Reached its peak The day she ran. Bare feet leaving holes In the story he told, Of late romance In the woods
Katrina ThornleyPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis Is Where It Ends
Go to school get good grades go to college go to more college (and more college) get a job (be a provider) find a mandatory life partner (preferably a spouse)
Wyld Tha BardPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBreaking Up
When you meet someone, day or night Everything clicks and seems all right But there's just one thing that you're not aware.
Stephanie NormanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOpen Wide
My mouth is dry from a stage of fright created inside of these desperate cries It rings into my ears so that my ears can no longer hear even without wax
Brittanee AlexandriaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsComplex Conundrum
The complex conundrum of consciousness Where the tangled mess of tangible stress sets in When you begin to break down the barriers of knowledge thought to be true
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsInto the Mind of a Pessimist
I saw you there. Your eyes made the strings around my heart tighten, daring me to breathe once more. You wouldn't be the one for me, but you sure made me lick my lips, sending my fragile thoughts to a place where sin corrupted the guilty.
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsNever Let Go
He loves me like he's never going to let go. I am not used to this. His arms cradle my fragile body as though he wishes harm to never touch my sensitive skin.
Allison RaspPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDance with Demons
I know I dance with my demons for pleasure's sake But I pray that doesn't take away the magic man's marvelous moves I have abused myself in more ways than one
Nicholas GoodmanPublished 7 years ago in Poets