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You don’t know the first thing about strength, When the battle gets too hard, you run away. Put others before yourself in harm’s way,
heaven youngPublished 5 years ago in PoetsHello, December
Hello, December, how've you been? It's been a while since we last met; we should catch up, spend time together while we can.
Katherine J. ZumpanoPublished 5 years ago in PoetsThe Spy and the Bird
(I'm working on publishing a poetry collection with a whole bunch of new poems so I haven't uploaded anything on here for a while. In the meantime, my little brother wanted to try and write a poem with me and this is what we came up with LOL.)
Eggshell Treadmill
I feel things that shouldn't matter But they do to me, and I don't want them to Which makes me want to punch a wall I feel like the world is a treadmill
Violet P. DaviesPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHealing Scars yet Healing... Scars
Healing scars. -A masterpiece? Receive the master's peace. The chains of the past once bruised my ankles Ensuring I never moved
Adam KhamisPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWalking Away
He called me today I had no words to say My anger still brimming from days long gone away What am I to say It's you that pushed me away
Rhenato AmayamotoPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSilky Beach
It's a little cold in between my covers, silky smooth... You won't even look at me, but it doesn't kill you. Do you not get cold
Ramiro A. HernandezPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThree, Two, One
Three things you see. I see the failure I have become, represented in the textbooks I have failed to open in months. I see the hopes and dreams
LSD Reflections
Your mind makes use of every hour Like learning to use a new super power. Retrieving my sanity in the shower, It felt like being reborn.
K. M. StrongPublished 6 years ago in PoetsSo Far, So Good
One time, I was told to line up. Our ties were removed by absent hands with long, bored fingers and inspected... then, we washed dirty steel liars
Thomas OwensPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHaikus on First and Otherwise Meaningful Kisses (Pt. 1)
Dedicated to the last person I kissed. 1. (2007) On stage, in a play"I kiss my grandma like that,"said the director. 2. (2008) High school and trashy,we kissed by the boy's bathroom.It was my first fling.
Katherine CollinsPublished 6 years ago in PoetsLost Wind
she is used to this it has always been like this wind gently dancing in through the windows she was lying beside him,
Leigh FisherPublished 6 years ago in Poets