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Anger
All this rage inside All this anger I feel I try to hide I try to heal I scream and yell Into the dark of night. Holding on to hope that
Serrena GraggPublished 7 years ago in PoetsLost
I’ve tripped and fallen, thoughts clipped of their wings but never blessed with holy water. I’m afraid of you and what you do,
Sharlene AlbaPublished 7 years ago in PoetsShe
Been up all night This cant be right Cant close her eyes Cant catch her breath But she kisses his head whispers Everything will be alright
Shelby BrookinsPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhy I Love You (A Free Verse Poem)
I loved when it was never returned. I loved when tears ran down my cheeks, leaving a stinging feeling comparable to a fresh sunburn.
Makaela BowenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Banshee
In the heart of dark green Irish moors, Amongst the purple spread of heaths, By the Great Sea, on its sandy shores, Many have seen her in black sheaths.
Kashyap PatelPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Play
Act One Everyone is speaking out loud while I daydream in solitude, thinking about my words carefully before I said them to you.
shiney poetryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsSilent Cinema: A Night of Laurel & Hardy
Growing up Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy were always staples in our home. When my mother was little she had spent hour after hour at her Aunty Jessie's watching old Laurel and Hardy films and developed a love for them, so naturally they were a huge part of me and my brother's life. There has always been something I have found oddly comforting about the two men on screen; whether it is Ollie's black bowler hat or the goofy look on Stan's face as he begins to sob, whenever I sit back and watch them the world instantly seems like a better place. Sadly their's is a kind of humour that you just don't see anymore so when I heard that The Festival Theatre was screening "A Night of Laurel & Hardy" with a live pianist accompaniment I jumped at the chance to buy tickets and organised a mother-daughter date.
Alix SpinksPublished 7 years ago in GeeksThe Alter
The Alter Here I am on bended knee Kneeling at the alter I lean in. Mouth open. Confessing my prayers. Thoughts and Desires to you.
D. B ChèrePublished 7 years ago in Poets