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Houston we have a problem

"When returning love, becomes to Late"

From her eyes
His name the name
She mumbles silently 
3 rivers, 3 years, 2 many tears
She loves him endlessly

Sending her soul
A free feeling, 
Finally, he fell
Engaging, equal to the spell
Morning, mountains and more
Move across a new age moon
His heart happily 
Traveling towards hers
Dashing dandy, onto her dinner plate 
Too long she waited, 
She's not hungry, her heart self healed 

3 rivers 3 years 2 late
Her tears faded his rusty name 


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2014

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"Sorry" doesn't cut it.
Well neither does a butter knife.
I guess I'll have to say "sorry" 
For being in your life.
"Sorry" for being black.
And doing what i do best.
Instead of studying for a test.
"Sorry" for being imperfect
"Sorry" for getting sick
"Sorry" for being a man
"Sorry" for makin' you tick
There are some things you cannot change
Like color and heredity.
There's one thing I forgot to say.
"Sorry" for bein' me.

This is sort of a sarcastic poem. I love me. :)

Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2006

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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

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I sit at the window
and watch the rain fall
as the puddles grow bigger
and my heart just grows small
I pushed all my feelings
way too far down
so they can't be let go
and I can't make a sound
I wish I could cry 
or just tell a friend
and maybe my pain
will all come to an end
but my eyes will not cry
and my mouth will not speak
the feelings that torture me
inside, so deep
I need a release
so I just watch the rain
that's crying my tears
and releasing my pain
forget all that hurts me
that I've kept all inside
and focus on the puddles
gathering rain while I hide.

Copyright © Kylie Routley | Year Posted 2006

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Withstanding Love

Through troubled times of struggle, hearts were muddled, I'd dissemble,
I'd drop your hand, chest buckles, you withstand and reassemble,
you've restored so many times what I've tore down, disassembled...
you understand my loss, first hand, "I love you", your lips trembled.

Though record shows my deeds forgo your love, you're more than gentle,
refused the bounds of apprehension, tension disassembled,
unleashed affection, your devotion, yet emotions tremble,
there's something uncontrolled, it has a hold within, it's mental.

Your intuition, my acts of indecision, temperamental,
propriety, on my behalf, falls way short of monumental.
Your heart permits my love, undeserving, unconditional,
though reservations pull back elation, unpredictable.

I promise you my heart, my spirit, it's unequivocal,
you complete the parts of me I thought were integral.
Burdens, troubles, tension, dissension, all now invisible,
all replaced by exuberance I once thought was mythical.

Trepidation, dread, fixation on perceived forged fictionals,
bring forth false truths expected to be unpredictable.
Look forward, opened heart and eyes, keep close what's fundamental,
I understand your fear, first hand, "I love you", my lips tremble.

Copyright © Kylie Routley | Year Posted 2013

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son I'm sorry

Son I'm sorry for what happened
My dream just ended
I'm sorry I bended 

I used to sit on the Back
where I didn't even open my Bag 
Pity me,I didn't listen to miss P when she begged

Son I'm sorry I brought you to Earth 
just to witness my foolishness Acts
Forgive daddy for he did not know that there will be facts.

 Son I'm sorry for what happened 
My wish just shuted 
I'm sorry I just blended 


Copyright © Xihluke mlangeni | Year Posted 2015

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He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

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drink drive

Does heaven have a phone number?

Mommy went to heaven,

but I need her here today.

My tummy hurts and I fell down;

I need her right away.


Operator, can you tell me

how to find her in this book?

Is heaven in the yellow part?

I don't know where to look.


I think my daddy needs her too,

at night I hear him cry.

I hear him call her name sometimes,

but I really don't know why.


Maybe if I call her,

she will hurry home to me.

Is heaven very far away?

Is it across the sea?


She's been gone a long, long time-

she needs to come home now!

I really need to reach her.

I simply don't know how.


Help me find the number, please.

Is it listed under "heaven"?

I can't read these big, big words;

I am only seven.


I'm sorry, operator,

I didn't mean to make you cry.

Is your tummy hurting too--

or is there something in your eye?


If I call my church

maybe they will know.

Mommy said when we need help

that's where we should go.


I found the number to my church

tacked up on the wall.

Thank you, operator

I'll give them a call.


Copyright © ANDREW KELLY | Year Posted 2016

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I'm sorry

It's a shame 
I'm so lame 
Even with all this fame
I have no game

Peace out

Copyright © Frankey Lame | Year Posted 2016

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To city limits...

to summer breezes....

to skirts and stilettos....

to thigh-highs....

to short rest stops...

all I wanted was a cracker....

all i got was....

and then....

a sunset....

all i got was....

a dream...

a banana boat...

a rest stop....

a stealer....

a theif....

one more....

a banana boat....

a stealer....

a waif...

and in all your healing....

i never leaned on....


like a leaf....



red like a diamond...

wrong wedding ring...

maybe i'll carry....

you in jest....

like falling out of the sky....

in rythym....

in a playing field...

in shattered gold...


i wanted to steal...

your strength...

and all i got...

was rythym.....

Copyright © Eva J Tortora | Year Posted 2006

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Sorry State

Self-flagellated sinuses
Sandpaper swallowing
Sinuous snot surmounted sneezes
Strange sultry speech sounds sexy
Stupid sickness
Saturdays should be savored.

Copyright © Erik Savage | Year Posted 2017

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No Room Left On the Plate

When we are born we come to the buffet
We are all created equal and treated the same with only three sections on our tray
Love, humanity and compassion
But there at the buffet we are offered greed, lust violence and the latest fashions
You have to give up space when you choose to hate
You cannot have it all when there is no more room on the plate
We begin to grow and understand
Have prejudices for one thing or another, learn to despise your fellow man
Go after things you don't need, but desire
Most of them are in rooms of fire
The poor go on starving, homeless and feeling like no one cares
The rich tell them you are not good enough to breathe the same air
The Governments thrive on greed
They go for thirds on their plates and continue to feed
Low income have little but care very much
The wealthy have everything but care very little, they feel nothing, so they never 
reach out to touch
To change your ways is never too late
Unless you are one who has no room left on the plate

Copyright © Eugene Carmen | Year Posted 2008