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ShyA Poem by SilestaRavenhartHave you ever wanted to tear yourself apart for not speaking? |
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What They WereA Poem by Valerie Hope WoodardMarch/April 2012 |
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train.A Poem by aloha.the rain is wet and sloshyi'm in my goulashessipping coffeeon the nine o'clock train.my brain is slackinglistening to indiethe singer sings the refrai.. |
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A Locked VoiceA Poem by The WatcherHow does one speak with a voice sealed in silence?A voice locked away by utter fear?I know this painful curse by heart.A cursed fear known as shyness... |
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WallflowerA Poem by Naomi BloomA poem about shyness and the stigma attached to it. |
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Singing His SongA Poem by Naomi BloomA love poem. Details below in the author's note. |
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What If Suddenly A Theme Breaks LooseA Poem by Michael Kevin SpencerHow many deaths the poet faced Mirror to burned stories, wrapped-up loves Loves that left the home of the deceased On tiptoes walked .. |
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On the FenceA Poem by DuttonJWhen you're a wallflower, beginning to bloom, sometimes you realize how much you wish you weren't a wallflower. |
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There's no need to eavesdropA Poem by weaknightThere's no need to eavesdrop we have a face and that's enough we're still sleepy and willing to sleep, more and and more there's not even the ne.. |
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Ode to a Karma CannibalA Poem by Zoe JayWe all live on the energy of others Smiles from strangers on the street Tears on the shoulder of a friend Charity from a faceless government .. |
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Blonde HighlightsA Poem by DannyisawriterYou with those blonde highlights were so beautiful Yet so smart You were irrefutable Truly there was no one with your heart Wheneve.. |
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Friends?A Poem by DogDrawlerThe silence upon my nameGrows deeper with each stepMy syndrome is a curseAnd yet a textbookI live in an invisable prisonWith me, my thoughtsThe knowle.. |
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Outside In ColourA Poem by JayJayBlueAbout the niggling self-doubts and self-criticisms we all go through, and trying to disguise them with a veil of confidence. |
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Mental As Well As PhysicalA Poem by Grenouille RoussePrompt: write about a personal experience, but put in the third person point of view, not first or second. |
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Blue VeronicaA Poem by Cera Perry-JohnsonBlue Veronica, that is what they called me. I have a thing about the color blue and Veronica is my middle name. I have a thing about vintage.. |
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The Scars of Growing UpA Poem by Heromen SelenaThis is a scholarship entry that I'm working on! I would appreciate it if you could help me edit it a little bit so it is more likely to win :) |
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ole battleship annieA Poem by annie leeeuphoria always has a price. the tiny pleasures, the momentous moments, the inexpressible joys must be strung like pearls, .. |
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