Best Rough Draft Poems

Diversified, she sat upon the page
a tiny dot of incoherence brushed into the ink
She wondered how she got so small
and stretched to reach an "A", 
the brink
which started the sentence of her life,
a thousand words to hide away.
While she studied the paper rift
she noticed the...

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Love like you've never loved before
Reaching your hand out to a closed door
Thinking I knew what was in store
Now I'm suffering, my heart bleeding on the floor

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In the club dancing, alone on the wall
posted up chillin' , drunk, trying not to fall
Not a care at...

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We are not in the same
Both of us so good at the game
I told you from the get go
Now you don't wanna let go
You didn't take the clue
Infatuated with something new
All the cards said it was wrong
We didn't listen we still went along
Love doesn't have...

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Oh, there once was a fellow could craft
Limericks at which most people laughed
But there was a rumor
They lacked some in humor
Till he finished that fourth or fifth draft
...

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Maybe one day 
I’ll find the right words 
To describe 
My love for you 

Explain the high 
That encapsulates
Every nerve 
In my body 

Swirling around 
My throat 
Like the way 
Your tongue 
Dances with mine 
In the dark 

Or the way 
My spine 
Melts against...

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This rough draft love
needs some revision.
The author
isn't sure what comes next.
Chapters
often find themselves
in the shredder
called reality.
Crumpled pages
and bleeding ink;
they mark the story 
of you and I.
So imperfect,
but still ours. 
This autobiographic love
written only 
by my hand.
The ink 
smudged by my 
clumsy touch
and so hard to...

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And he said, "Have you ever felt so empty...?"
 I replied,
"Son, have you never felt the Sun on your back? Or are you darkness itself? I owe no fealty to you, you lonesome coward! My sins are mine, as yours are yours, so tend your...

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   Soak in the palmolive snake oil tonic.
The cool stalk of my ebonics on hydroponics.
Get stuck in the matrix of my convicts, of hooker phonics.
Get high off of my knock off water on the brain hydropunkicks.
.
I would sell out my Mother for a...

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 Gangster Hip hop is a perversion of poetry
a chant of rebellion, in notary,
serve me upon high times  noteworthy high ego 
malign a strategy to have you leggo your humanity 
and follow the not worthy.
Lines.
Apollyon come from the pit in a not so cleverly...

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Hello, Hello, just a shadow
In a rat race on game show
it’s a rat race on a circus show
Just a game for the cat chase, 
In a rat race against the cat chase
In this circus show
On my tiptoe, for Romeo
Under the mistletoe
But the lifeguard let go

Manifesto
I'm...

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Verse 1:
I was once a whisper, light on your tongue,
A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung.
But like the fray of ink, fading with time,
I fell from grace as you lost your mind.

Your fingers once tender, tracing my lines,
Now calloused and tired, no longer...

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