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A Poetic Epidemic

A Poetic Epidemic

A Poem by SSKaitlyn


We’re not being pretentious,But our words are infectious.Sometimes contentious,We consider our thoughts precious.Tis why we write them down,To s..
Happines

Happines

A Poem by Alem


Reverse your mind
My Beginnings

My Beginnings

A Poem by jude.elizabeth


we all start somewhere, right?
- your pretty porcelain face -

- your pretty porcelain face -

A Poem by peyton


i tried out some freestyle because i was told to.
Jumping Off The Wheel

Jumping Off The Wheel

A Poem by Dei Johnson


The poem speaks for itself.
Queen of Suns

Queen of Suns

A Poem by Colton Warr


Careful, the ending is a bit....hot....
Emergency Room

Emergency Room

A Poem by Colton Warr


I tried....
Flood

Flood

A Poem by Noah


This is about losing hope, and jealousy of others' achievement; like you want to be like them.
Within Poets' Minds

Within Poets' Minds

A Poem by SeemsPoetic


Slowly drifting Thoughts abound Frantic scripting Lines aloud Pain with purpose From poets’ mouths Emotions flowing Hear the sound Pen on paper ..
It's Still Poetry

It's Still Poetry

A Poem by Mari' Emeraude


respecting the art~
January 2018

January 2018

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


The difference between poets and philosophers is this.
27 September 2017

27 September 2017

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


September comes with lazy heat and golden leaves.
Pipe Tobacco

Pipe Tobacco

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


I only remember that it was winter, and that my heartbeats slowed to match the steady hum of an engine that was older than me.
19 April 2015

19 April 2015

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


2:38 a.m.
Colorado

Colorado

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Shadows fall across an old rail-yard.
9 March 2018

9 March 2018

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Graduation is fast approaching.
Sunday Paper

Sunday Paper

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


We’re out of sugar again.
Generation Y

Generation Y

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Some of us look for thrills. We start our hearts with black-box pills.
Lost Generation

Lost Generation

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


We fall asleep to the white-noise of gunshots on screens.
4 November 2015

4 November 2015

A Poem by Megan Lynn Tocci


Maybe it’s not.