Instinctive Poems - Poems about Instinctive

My name is Liam Kennedy, I suffer with my mental health I used to struggle all the time but I now look after myself My duty in life is to help save my peers You don't have to suffer anymore, it's now time to wipe your tears I didn't choose this life, in fact this life chose me I choose...

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Stumbling through existence having passive days and active nights your happiness a facade contemplate promises were made wonder are they kept safe but past is a cloud of haze don't look any further don't turn your face it was dawn when i met u it'll be dusk when we call it a day....

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Echoed noises warning signs cubs ditch Bewildered parents stand fearlessly watching, listening, smelling danger Photo 3 Picture This 2 Poetry Contest Sponsor: Joseph May 7/5/2021...

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Do I need to break free from this nook I care? Where the care and love of my mother prevail As fiery mind longing to break loose I swear In time I shrieked into a craddle in tear The spacious world during which I care and hail Do I need to break free from this nook I care? For freedom I...

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-*-*instinctive... human nature is not... human nature is not natural what is it it surrounds our being it's woven ...

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a cool breeze caressing my skin and then she plummets into her own mind deep deep.. within digging up old demons devils who tried to denounce her destiny friends she took in as daughters she demonstrated her dainty and her delicate ways she has her ways ways that are no longer destroying her this dandelion is free but.. this cool breeze she made sure she kept some distance from...

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Stalking,.....waits awhile She inhales the woodland airs..... Animals beware...... Nose to tail the vixen stares....... Fixated,....... her prey beguiles........

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I've got dirt in my nails and bloodshot eyes A heart like a lion who won't rest inside I'm not proud of where I came from My past is a foil of me I don't believe in this conformity Where if you don't comply You'll be dehumanized Being yourself results in direct consequence Acting who you are is what you do best So...

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This is the right time for poetry This is a young man with a pen This is the outskirt of fellony It is a world of trend This isn't what you earned This isn't what you pend This isn't what you learned it is a blend More like the raining days Under the pillars More...

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This is the right time for poetry This is a young man with a pen This is the outskirt of fellony It is a world of trend This isn't what you earned This isn't what you pend This isn't what you learned it is a blend More like the raining days Under the pillars More...

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