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Behind the Bike Sheds
We were kissing behind the bike sheds 
The future Mrs Bronte and I 
Get yourselves up to see the head 
We heard our teacher cry.
The headmaster said I'd gone too far
Practicing to save my future wife
I really shouldn't have unhooked your bra
Or given you the...

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Categories: unhooked, first love, romance, school,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Saving 7 Items From My Burning Home
Oh goodness the house is on fire, 
And so is the one across the street,
And the one next door, I’m scared, 
And frantic and overpowered with smoke!
I hear the fire crackling 
And voices and feel intense heat,
I have to run, and save some
Of my treasures,...

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Categories: unhooked, fire, scary,
Form: Rhyme
Darkness
"Stay away from darkness,
get back in the light, 
dodge them nasty shielas, 
and do it diddly dum right."

Darkness
Yes mate i know the darkness,
the sadness deep within,
had a flirting shiela, heartless,
drove me crazy, deeper sin, 

she had a mother making plans,
to catch a rich man, for...

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Categories: unhooked, adventure, me, me,
Form: Ballade

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Feathered Thoughts
Tranquil thoughts
breathing
of slow kissed sights
comforted 
in expelling this light
languorous trembled gaze

A mask promising nothing
yet yearning to taste 
now pushed aside

Risking this pull 
stakes everything

Claims made 
forever washing
though tears of ecstasy 
now rolling free of 
ducted bliss
trailed warmth of
cored beings
exquisite dripping 
yets

Serenades of wanting 
traveling through...

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Categories: unhooked, passion
Form: Free verse
Leaves
A leaf fell from the Maple tree;
Another from the Birch--
A dozen more unhooked themselves
From off their lofty perch.

Some fell to heaps upon the ground;
Others scattered on the breeze--
A few still clung tenaciously
To the nearly barren trees.

And I took the winter as a thief
Since it pillaged...

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Categories: unhooked, metaphor,
Form: Epic
My Geatest Fishing Trip
THE MORNING WAS PLEASANT, THE WEATHER WAS FINE,
BREAKFAST OUT OF THE WAY, FISHING WAS ON MY MIND.
I’D WAITED ALL WEEK, BUT IT HAD FINALLY ARRIVED,
GOING FISHING AT LAST, THANK GOODNESS ALIVE.
WITH REEL IN MY HAND, TACKLE BY MY SIDE,
I HEADED ON OUT, NOT TOO LONG...

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© Will Karry  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: unhooked, fishing,
Form:



My Little Boy Lost
My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a tug, not sure what to do.
I passed the park as...

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Categories: unhooked, absence, baby, bereavement, children,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Choose Your Own Ending
Friends gathered to play 'Murder Mystery' online
Each person playing a role by game assigned.
One was a doctor, one was a teacher, one worker in nightclub,
With other roles assigned for fictitious group who met in a pub.

It was natural that each player used their own experiences
To...

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Categories: unhooked, games, murder, mystery,
Form: Couplet
Funny Text Rap
(chorus)
So Im just sitting in this rehab class
trying to get myself unhooked on ass
so then my teacher asked me a question
like boy are you over there sexting
ha ha OMG LOL KIT Smiley faces X and Os LMFAO

my girl went through my cell phone
i said my...

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Categories: unhooked, funnygirl, me,
Form:
The War
Her eyes blinked-
Sending a tear,
Down her cheek;
Her heart trampled-
Like a wild animal,
Held onto a leash;
The spring had come,
And with it came-
The sweet-smelling lavenders,
That hung low,
Seeing her sorrow-laden face.

'Don`t  worry dear,
I`ll be back for you,
In a week`s time',
Thus he had said to her,
On a cold...

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© Suze Suze  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: unhooked, death, feelings, pain, sad,
Form:
Blountville Tennessee Police Report
Blountville, Tenn - Police Report

A woman from Blountville’s East High
Accused of what she did deny
She said “search me- you can
Here, I’ll give you a hand”
The policeman said “Go on comply”
She quickly stepped out of her skirt
Next to come off was her shirt
Her bra then came...

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Categories: unhooked, humor, judgement, trust,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member The Ruba'Iyat of Creteil Lake - Part Twenty-Two
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Two

The day broke on this fateful date like gravestones pushed asunder
Transcontinental wagons hooted their humming blared thunder
The Faithful six million alerted to the confrontation
Made their way in unison to the muezzin’s call yonder

The lake’s squadrons of Bernache geese...

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© T Wignesan  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: unhooked, allegory,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Premium Member Late Love,Lost Love
What was so different about that day?
We had met many times before.
Perhaps a spark  had ignited
That we were unaware of
Until the fire swept us away,
Or the still waters of personal passion
Caught us in their hidden depths.

With the sun shining and you dressed in cream
It...

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Categories: unhooked, loss, love, nostalgia,
Form: Romanticism
The Last Time Part 3
She counts the seconds while she's standing there…
1.
2..
3...
14….
15...
….
...
..
.
Slowly, she opens her eyes, staring at the floor, too scared.
She glances at her shoes, one is half off, they're both scratched up and untied.
She says it's okay, it's not that bad, just look up, she tried…
After wiping...

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© Angel C  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: unhooked, anger, angst, fear, girl,
Form:
Premium Member Should Not Have Looked
I turned around...should not have looked;
   they all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked;
   today would be the final show.

A tear came flowing down my cheek...
   I turned around...should not have looked.
My...

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Categories: unhooked, day, sad,
Form: Quatern

Book: Reflection on the Important Things