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The 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 Poets'Spider-Man: Homecoming' (2017)
Genre: Action, Adventure, Sci-Fi Director: Jon Watts Writers: Jonathan Goldstein, John Francis Daley, Jon Watts, and etc.
Creative HubPublished 7 years ago in GeeksRealization
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 PoetsFor My Niece
This poem is for my niece, she is 10 years old, Her name is Brielle, She's smart and sassy as hell, Let's just say she is a spit fire, full of attitude.
Crystal KorpanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsThis Trip Is Over
I sucked your poison out of my veins. Life is too short to waste time on those who are out to kill you slowly with their actions.
Amanda ZylstraPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Am
I am I am life, do you not want me I am here do you not see me I am speaking. Do you not hear me I am a dream, do you not live me
Pearl AllenPublished 7 years ago in PoetsDark Poetry
A Dying Man I'm destined for the grave for my soul can not be saved from death's tight grip. I began to slip deeper and deeper into madness until they pull me away in my casket. I should have known these blue skies and peaceful nights would not last. How could live knowing my life could end so tragic that this life would never last that everything would soon collide and crash with my present and my past. In those dark pits, my soul will never last my sins will always come to pass. Can God hear my voice cry and sing pleading for mercy for only his hand can help me. I have lied and cheated throughout life never listening to those who preach about Christ. Do they laugh and mock now that I am apart of the devil's flock as my whole body begins to wither and rot.
Winfield BrothersPublished 7 years ago in Poets