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Move Over, I’m Moving On

Move Over, I’m Moving On

A Poem by The Things She Noted


I saw that you were pregnant Jenny’s getting married Mary bought her first house But we’re only 25 Are we not too young A picture pos..
My beloved, misery

My beloved, misery

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


A broken heart
Treasure the Scar.

Treasure the Scar.

A Poem by Thinking Anonymously


Mourning for a love that was; that is no longer. That is still a mustard seed in my heart. For JM .
Headcase

Headcase

A Poem by Jacques - iNkwire


A poem about some old feelings around an old flame...
Take my heart

Take my heart

A Poem by Sam


Letting some thoughts out.
Feeling blue

Feeling blue

A Poem by Sam


Reflecting on life.
Wolf

Wolf

A Poem by ABitBrokenPoetry


You’re an assassin, an adversary, a ruthless beastYou’re the wolf knocking each night at my doorSeductively whispering “let me in&rd..
Ex

Ex

A Poem by Criator


From the collection of “Bodily Observations”
Hollow

Hollow

A Poem by Criator


From the collection of “Bodily Observations”
A single tear

A single tear

A Poem by Hayden McCain


A single tender timid tear trickling down my pail pain painted face . Leading it’s pleading sulking serenade . Which reflects b..
A broken record

A broken record

A Poem by Hayden McCain


The only lesson I have learned is that everything was meant to burn . Leaving in it’s ashes the repeating rueful record tha..
Burn A Candle🕯️

Burn A Candle🕯️

A Poem by Knightword5


An Ode To The Unwritten and Thought Less.
The eloquence of pain

The eloquence of pain

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


What feels like the soul being ripped from the body, grounded up, and tossed back in with all the valuable parts removed, happiness and peace.
I’m a dead silverfish

I’m a dead silverfish

A Poem by Light


A poem for someone who will never read it
Something found

Something found

A Poem by Phillip J Clayton


Remembrance of time.
Too sleep deprived to think of one

Too sleep deprived to think of one

A Poem by Caustic_Dystopia


The end of us came and went, but here I sit still stuck in descent. Falling and spiraling, I've lost my mind, don't know how to stop this decline. ..
Blame the Muse

Blame the Muse

A Poem by The Things She Noted


You were always one to blame the muse The silence in seduction Brought you to your knees The curve of belly fat Melting into your minutes Violent..

The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...
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