Authentic Poems - Poems about Authentic

...In the twilight of a crystalline night, under the rounded silence of moonlight, my thoughts flow like a river struggling within the banks of a poet's heart – they become an endless stream of melanc......Read the rest...

...I give up. Love is dead. Is it all a figment of my imagination? Why put myself through hurt and pain? A marriage is like a degree; it's just a piece of paper. What is love when it counts? Is ......Read the rest...

...Junks acting superior When dem and em niggas Be doing their things; we don't envy, jealous, attack Don't take without You were not given Was our awareness Not taking forcefully our educ......Read the rest...

...In the Garden of Human Potential, Seeds of strength lie dormant, waiting. Core reflection, a gentle rain, Nurtures growth, authenticity creating. Theory and practice, hand in hand, Dance throu......Read the rest...

...powerful and thought-provoking Free will we so chosen You're exploring the contrast between lies and truth, highlighting the destructive nature of deception and the liberating power of honesty. ......Read the rest...

...When I was a little girl, I dreamed of growing up, Of being a teen, of filling the cup. I longed for a phone, lipstick, high heels, To be like the women on film reels, Those I admired, oh so much......Read the rest...

...“If you put a really small value upon yourself, rest assured that the world will not raise your price." --Anonymous Hi heels equals low feels They can be uncomfortable So what’s the deal Ba......Read the rest...

...In the world of deep shadows and lights torn by time, where every thought and inspiration twirls in the silence of the abyss, the creative being, a unique entity from the fragile weave of humanity,......Read the rest...

...In the mystical night of my thoughts, enveloped in the mystery of desire and nostalgia, Can my soul be condemned if I have used my genius to become a thief of hearts? Yearning to become your ethos,......Read the rest...

...Under the heavy shadows of worry, I travel through the depths of endless thoughts, People, in a desperate search for security, flee from the natural plagues of existence, Seeking refuge in structur......Read the rest...

...I am a tempest of words, aching to burst forth. (Years of structured lessons simmer beneath my skin.) The most important thing is that I'm drowning in metaphors. Being a poet shapes reality, an......Read the rest...

... It's day seven hundred and......... well forgive my demented memory, at least you get the idea Dreams crave to once more take hold of this insomnia Its nothing less of a miracle that i still brea......Read the rest...

... God is always teaching me It is whether I pay attention Open doors, closed doors, either way Things are shown with genuine reason, so I can live, learn, give and love I'm given emotions for ......Read the rest...

...It's funny, looking at artists work date of birth - date of death and date of artwork... I expect them to be dead expect some relevance to date created to say "ahh, just before they died" or "......Read the rest...

...human human synthesis rigor static reaction killed by authentic data information ......Read the rest...