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Shoot the Romance
Run, Run from the romance Get up and Run from his hands Run away from the love in his bed Get away by running to places
keishly hernandezPublished 7 years ago in PoetsFarewell Poem
I sat in the orange chair attached to my desk, twirling my tan wooden number two pencil between my fingers, impatiently waiting for my teacher, Mrs. Hope, to begin class. I was
Dawn ColemanPublished 7 years ago in PoetsWhite
I look at myself in the mirror. I feel different. I’m not like everybody else. My skin is dark. Dark as night. I remember standing outside waiting for my mom to get me.
Gladys W. MuturiPublished 7 years ago in PoetsIs Change Possible?
I am twenty. I hate my life. I am depressed. I am suicidal. I have two kids. I love them. I do not love myself. I am married.
Allison TaylorPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Candle
I lit a candle today, It smelled of cinnamon and spice, I lit a candle in my room today and my mother told me “That was wrong.”
Published 7 years ago in PoetsLosing More Than Time
A small creak in the distance had Ben lean away from the brick building. The gentle wind that had slid in from the East all week shifted his hair as if a lover had done so. Blowing upwards, he moved the hair out of the way because there was no way he wanted those memories. Eyes went up as he did so before leveling back down to try and spot the source of the creak.
William HillsonPublished 7 years ago in GeeksPerfection
There’s this idea. It’s in everyone’s head, Always being heard, But rarely said. Barely anyone gets granted this title,
Sarah HoldsworthPublished 7 years ago in PoetsOutsider
You know those moments in life? where you're driving down the road? you see the trees and the buildings? That's me, But not the tress you look at
Gyasi WillowPublished 7 years ago in Poets