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WAKE UP!A Poem by Graham PlantagenetWe need to wake up! |
EnoughA Poem by Sunshine666One of my dear friends Grew up in an abusive home and choosing to live the same way as an adult |
Tainted LoveA Poem by QuillI find my status quite fretfulto be subject to such a fickle thingHow could I have been so recklessI have indeed made myself cheapenedSuch trickery co.. |
~small deathA Poem by Katherine WyattMy god, I saw itafter the impact passed.. once they cleared away the blood and glassno one was injured but now I see........this was what it took to g.. |
Demon in meA Poem by StoneEver since a young age, They told me I am an angel. I am kind and compassionate, I am hardworking I am a good student I am great in sport I am a.. |
Invitation to my one and only S**T SHOWA Poem by Eleise TrendaJust something I came up with- Conversation by letter of the emotional struggles we all deal with. |
Predisposed RosesA Poem by ZhavyEvery line's a wire within a pipe bomb |
Embrace Instead of Hate.A Poem by OnlymeWe as humans, come in all shapes and sizeand colours on the outside of our skin.But inside we are all the same.One beating heart,One soul,One spirit.a.. |
Hate GrenadeA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..A ten syllable per line Villanelle. I hope you enjoy! |
I Was Poison; She Was VenomA Story by Reeling and WrithingThink of why you love someone. Now think about if it's healthy. |
We Two ShipsA Poem by Tamara Beryl LathamA movie inspiration. |
In Hate, I Love YouA Poem by Ryan K. M.A love poem I wrote ages ago. |
Hate was a ManA Poem by Pretty_as_a_PoetLetting go is hard, especially when you've come to hate. |
Manic/NakedA Poem by Colton Warr... |
sometimes...A Poem by Marcello1013sometimes life is grand...sometimes noone can understand...sometimes hell is on earth...sometimes you lose all worth |
The Loaded GunA Poem by Marcello1013She has his heart in her hands. Can she be trusted? |
CrossroadsA Poem by Marcello1013Fork in the road,,,,Right? Left? Straight? |
Hate Shall Seal My FateA Poem by Written Depressionthis is how I feel on a daily basis anymore, I hate, I regret, and I long for they days in which solitude was my friend. |
The Dark In AmericaA Poem by Written DepressionThis is a poem how I see my countries decisions, racism, and the discrimination of those going through hard times. |