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Cold World

Cold World

A Poem by XMorris91


When we as human beings are unable to no longer communicate with each other and animosity is ever present among strangers.
Movie Star

Movie Star

A Poem by The Iron Horseman


A look at the superficial nature of stardom.
Fatal Hope

Fatal Hope

A Poem by Ebb and Flow


Hope is definitely one of the worst and best things that a person can have.
The Girl, The Paper, and The Pencil

The Girl, The Paper, and The Pencil

A Book by jungiiness


A compilation of poems that came from the heart.
almost

almost

A Poem by wearejareth


i once almost told you i loved youwhen the lips of a bottle had met mineand mine had met yours,and exclusivity was expelled at the time beingbecause i..
used words

used words

A Poem by wearejareth


and like items from an antique store,we used the words our ancestors haveold molds of others' tonguesand dust we blew off with a breathpraying they st..
help is a god

help is a god

A Poem by wearejareth


if help is a god then time is a lambthat we sacrifice for one anotherso you must be a wolf in sheep’s clothinggarbed in the blood of hours and m..
sores

sores

A Poem by wearejareth


when we kiss after we fightwe can feel the sores on our tonguesfrom all the s**t we didn't meanor didbut they'd go away and soon once againwe’d ..
One way street

One way street

A Poem by Tarpe


I find it strange...How In the streets I don't see your faceAll the cafes Ive been toHoping that its you Id run intoWhy do I do this to myselfTrying t..
You Want To Open Your Present?

You Want To Open Your Present?

A Poem by Ohioman


A guy finds out what it is that his wife got for him for Christmas this year in this six-stanza etheree poem.
Method

Method

A Poem by Ebb and Flow


There was a beauty to the method of her madness. The way she spun her words, Which made you feel all that she felt. They broke you down ..
The Tree

The Tree

A Poem by Nikita Vattas


The sapling grows, Through the dust and dirt, Into a majestic tree, An intricate system Of weaving branches, Twigs and leaves. E..
Not "till death do us part"

Not "till death do us part"

A Poem by Bohdyna


Could this be an obsessive love?