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Acceptance
Accept me for who I am. The masculinity of my physical appearance Should not take away the fact of who I am. Nor should I be forced to present my
Iris HarrisPublished 3 years ago in Poetspieces
They say That home is where the heart is But how can that be, if the heart is shattered? Shot Into a million pieces
Home is not a place It's a feeling
Home is not a place, it's a feeling. It is warmth. The calm in the eye of the storm. The place where you are free to be who you truly are.
Jasmine ReneePublished 3 years ago in PoetsHome in My Heart
I used to not know what I would call home, As it’s something that I had never known. A spacious house with pool and yard Means nothing when your time there leaves scars.
Felicity CPublished 3 years ago in PoetsWhat Home Means to Me
I once believed that Home was a house Home was the place that I grew up in Home was the playhouse that my grandma painted Mickey Mouse characters on
Home
When I couldn't speak, you understood it all When I couldn't walk, you carried me with love When I didn't know why I was crying, but you always did
Pragyee NepalPublished 3 years ago in PoetsLove, Truly A Misunderstood Goddess
We all search for her in all lifetimes Love so close, yet so far Can be felt, seen, touched & tasted yet unexplainable Love emerges like a bud breaking ground
Keroy KingPublished 3 years ago in Poets29 years of Homelessness
Gun Towers and razor fences, count time and lockdown, a town within itself. This is where I lived for sixteen years but that was not my home. I had no home.
Keith GaffneyPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe Sinner Or Saint
I am the cross. I crucify feelings, leaving only destruction of self. I could never be hurt. I traded in my tears, for the blood of those who call me foul names.
Elicia LockhartPublished 3 years ago in PoetsBlack Dahlia
Words Perfection in her day and age, the ideal face of beauty. Skin soft, unscared and untainted to the eyes. Lips constantly pursed, fire engine red to top them off.
Elicia LockhartPublished 3 years ago in PoetsHave You Ever?
Have you ever met someone who made you love the city you used to hate? The memories that once tarnished your town, Lost, gone and faded.
Mayet D. AngellaPublished 3 years ago in PoetsThe People Who Burned Them Alive
The people who burned them alive The people who piled the logs high The people with pitchforks to the sky The real slaughterers, the real abusers, the real rapists, the real murderers
Evie's MindPublished 3 years ago in Poets