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Stars Twinkling Light
Star light, Twinkle with delight, Flashing only to sight, Burning bright of right. Flash oh due to sky, A shelter honed of disguise,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSubjective Love
I love it when you love me, As your hands caress my back, and whittle down my spine and carve away my sides I love it when you love me
Ben AttwoodPublished 7 years ago in PoetsAlone in Herself
Alone in herself she sits. She casts herself away from the external forces that are herself How can one trust anyone when your own body deemed you unworthy
Sydney robinsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsReflections
In the eye of the killer, you’re the prey, In the eye of the auteur, look for the story today, In the eye of a lover, you’re a beautiful thing
Tony LawlorPublished 7 years ago in PoetsTo Love Poetry
If you're the kind of person who wants the meat, and no wait. Then poetry gives that gait. Yeah, it's a metaphor and simile trite,
Michael GallegosPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLetting Go
Sometimes I remember certain things And intense emotion wells up inside The anger and hurt will crush my wings If I allow these feelings to magnify
Rozzie MozziePublished 7 years ago in PoetsCornwall
A certain Treasure You will no longer find Used to live in eyes so blind View the clouds,sea and stone Trace back the past, Eat what's sown.
Jonathan ClewlowPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLust
I look at her as she stares back at me. Staring deep, deep into the very depths of my soul; a feeling so clichéd it’s almost foolish, and yet there she is. Her portrait stares me down. I am wide-eyed in awe as butterflies flutter in my stomach, desperate not to drown in the pit of anxiety. She makes me feel so enamoured it physically hurts; weighing down my heart until I cannot breathe. And with every painful inhale, every sharp exhale, I know I must suffer if I am to continue to look at this vision of perfection set before me.
Jonny DawsonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGears
Love is it real or is it fake, is it something to hate pick your take. Shame is lame, something that you can't tame. Peace take it or leave it, it's up to you to do the believing. Lies the only question I have is why. Good-byes saying it while looking in people's eyes. Tears mostly stems from people fears. Why have I been waiting all these years to take off and switch these gears.
Dante JenkinsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Voice
My Voice. Won't be heard. Because I am a young, Caucasian, religious female. They won't want to hear my opinion once I say I'm independent in the political world. They won't listen because I'm not "old enough" to have an opinion. They won't listen because they think it's all a bunch of nothing, since it's coming from my mouth, my thoughts. They won't listen because it won't benefit them. They won't listen because I'm just a college student "not experiencing the real world." They won't listen because I am not a democrat. They won't listen because I don't claim republican. They don't listen because I am not ONE OF THEM. All they see is my pink pouted lips and 12-year-old looking body. "She's too young to have a say." "She's a woman." "She's a 'white' young lady with her heads in the clouds thinking things will ever change."
Charlene
If the times I was hateful outweighed the ones I was grateful, I apologize, That in the midst of being a teen, I didn’t recognize your love for what it was
Dreams
I dreamt a different life last night As a worker underground Fumes and dust filled the lungs Deafened by the sounds The toxins filled every cell