Best My Story Poems

my life the canvas of my dreams
bound only by limits self imposed
i offer this mosaic to the world
hoping to reach the souls of some
and give a smile to many



Submitted on December 19, 2018 for contest YOU ARE NOT DEFINED BY POETRY sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON...

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there's not too much to tell of this story
no hero, no clown,
disaster nor frown
no gallows, no rope
just living of life
with sunshine, with hope

barefoot walks on storm drenched beaches
where worries up and wash away
I watch with real attention
noticing

each flicker, each moment
kissing a thousand waves
caressing the fatal...

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My feelings use to be bottled in 
so I didn't know where to begin.
I picked up a pen and let my story begin.

Do I write because I'm right
or for others delight .

Do I write out of fright
or do I write because there is enough light.
If...

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My life hasn't been easy 
I've experienced much pain. 

As a young child, I had a some- 
what of a normal childhood. 

I didn't have many issues, I 
came from a two-parent home. 

I knew I was loved, but they 
weren't perfect.  

They had...

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I told my story to the moon this morning
and he was excited at my new honey words
that breaks the ear of it beauty,
I think the sun was angry because I saw
her walked away with a battered black face.
What do u think the air would do?...

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Who will listen to my story?
It's not a tale of great defeat
nor one of fame, nor one of glory --
and I won't pretend that it's complete.
I've time to spend, still, on this earth
and things to say until I go.
I won't begin before my birth
or dwell...

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"To love is nothing. To be loved is something.
But to love and be loved, that’s everything."

When you are in warm handshake with love
All you ever imagine is to fly up high like the dove
You never cease soaring in aptitude to dissolute
Your thirst to drink more...

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For too long I have been buried in this ink..
Seeking refuge in pages,trying to novel my insides..
I knew the sound of a gun before I could dance to the click in my name..
My hands were bullets, they knew only how to celebrate wounds..
I was always...

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I sense that there are stories
Bigger and more grand
than I can comprehend
That I'm a part of somehow

But I only see this

Cooking my lunch
Clipping my nails
Thinking of unpaid bills
And unwashed dishes

Feeling smaller still
With no heroic deeds
Just living my life
Utterly normal indeed

Is this my story?...

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They packed us in ships and boats.
Sardines have more space in their cans as compared to us,
Low ventilation, no water, little food,
Out of our land of abundance, land of riches, land of gold, 
We sailed off to the land unknown,
‘Door of No Return’, that was...

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What makes us beautiful is not color,
But just a handsome heart and an effulgent cerebrum,
So as much as we dwell in this world,
We are one blood each with only a soul,
So folks let’s stroll away from our domains,
To the palatial planet we dwell in,
Which has...

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My story

Began with sorry

Its chapters

Were written of worry

I am not in hurry

Because the end still is query...

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Tumbled into this world head first.
Knowing not what was in store.
Along the way some bubbles burst.
Yet on this journey I found my core.

First years were filled with pain and grief.
Lost child was I with no direction.
Seemed I'd never be granted relief.
I was so hungry for...

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My hearts been chopped, sliced and grated
By everybody who has hated
The way my life has been going
True feelings never showing
Hiding all the pain down deep
A happy smile tryna keep
Up the illusion it don't hurt
How I get treated like dirt
I can't help the way I am
Why...

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This has more similarities to a story than a poem.

November 2010 - I was in second grade when I started feeling drowsy and weak. I would come home with unexplained bruises, and neither me nor my mom could come to a conclusion. I started turning...

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