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You look at me with eyes of purest stone
Your face is pale with no emotion now
Your skin, so grey with age and pain alone
You’re cries are he..
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She was a baby:
Sweet like gum candy;
Soft like bird’s feathers.
She picked at pink blossoms,
Laughing at beauty,
With the voice of a tho..
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There was a chance we may have missed.
There was a time when
There was a chance
That we may have missed.
I believe we missed it.
Time is an inv..
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Upon the evening of a blighted summer
My feet paced along the streets of the city.
Of wondering not, only finding the way to my lover.
Of elegance,..
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I can still see you standing there.
I love you so much.
You're eyes have tears in them.
I never thought I would find you.
You're body, trembling, ..
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This is a bit of a different style than what I usually write, but I cannot lie, I am proud of this little poem.
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To my daughters and sons
Both young and old,
Your prosperity is great and fortunate
But you are unaware of the damage you do to me everyday.
My tr..
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How many times must we see
The tortured souls of those, like me?
We burned and screamed in painful fear,
But there was no one left to hear.
How mu..
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A poem I whipped up before Winter really does fall upon us. Enjoy :)
Btw, can you guess what this poem is about?
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Shh!
It’s awake!
That monster that you fear so much,
That creature that you fear so much,
It’s awake.
It’s alive.
And it&rsquo..
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