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Hurt People Hurt People
Flirt with Whitney
Flirt with fear 
Life is good
But I rather be anywhere but here
Body aches from pushing out tears
Driving on the road of life
Eyes is watery
So I can't steer 
And I'm getting dizzy 
Stomach very...

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Categories: bawl, deep, depression, feelings, longing, meaningful,
Form: Free verse



Snapshots From a Child's West London
I remember my cherished Wolf Cub pack, 
How I loved those Wednesday evenings, 
The games, the pomp and seriousness of the camps, 
The different coloured scarves, sweaters and hair 
During the mass meetings, 
The solemnity...

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Categories: bawl, child, childhood, children, england, friendship, london, memory,
Form: Free verse
Hollywood Court In Town Part 2
The people began to say that I am the richest woman in Linstead town, and that cause many people to flock around, me and started to beg me money. Not a dollar in my pocket...

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Categories: bawl, abuse, anti bullying, community, conflict, corruption, courage,
Form: Narrative
Malkavian the Second
The constant assault of the silence on his senses is intense 
Hands clenched in fist he wished for noise and bliss
Buddy stopped talking and drinking he begins pacing as he’s thinking 
Tired from walking he...

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© Nathan D.  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bawl, dark, drug,
Form: Alliteration
Premium Member Divine Comedy Translation, Hell Canto Xi
On the extremity of  a tall bank 
Of big broken stones in round circle done
We reached up a more cruel clutter flank;

And there, for the horrible and strong stun
Of rotten stench which the deep...

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Categories: bawl, fantasy, universe,
Form: Terza Rima



Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again updated
Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again - updated

Steely Dan sing queen (me)
outdid himself on sixtieth anniversary 
after Grahame Wood 
determined to meet 
the evolving needs of the community 
opened the first Wawa Food Market 
in Folsom,...

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Categories: bawl, america, anger, anniversary, april, baptism, birthday, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Redneck Santa
T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club on the base,
jist me and my sisters alone in the...

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© Roy Jerden  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bawl, christmas, parody,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Two Dads -- 1st Half
Here's why this was necessary...

   This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other...

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Categories: bawl, father son,
Form: Verse
Premium Member Trinidad
                      I
 Remember when days were long
   and all de children do...

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Categories: bawl, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Australian Bush Fires
                I
Listen up and I’ll tell
              you...

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Categories: bawl, fire, mythology, passion, sad love, truth,
Form: Couplet
Captain Kuni-Lemel Graduate Strikes Again
Captain kuni-lemel graduate strikes again

Even when iron not red hot, 
I implement non customary quarks 
regarding foreigner rather cold as ice
namely delinquent outsize credit card debt 
mandates yours truly, 
a cheesy survivor who rem: members...

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Categories: bawl, adventure, age, best friend, character, destiny, education,
Form: Rhyme
The Tale of Two Air Heads
I had two cousins Mike and Ike who were air heads that stole
using their slippery butterfingers to snatch up anything in sight. 
They thought they were clever smarties, but one crazy night
they were driving and...

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© Lu Loo  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bawl, humorous, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Solitary Rituals of Mourning the Write Way Right
Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

Papa... bless his (your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
viz his avocational crafted poem, since
written words, mine metier
write most pained words

with great difficulty,...

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Categories: bawl, 12th grade, absence, death, eulogy, father, memory,
Form: Elegy
The Sherriff's First Day, Part Ii
...They were quite faint, most would not have seen them,
just a pattern in how the grass did bend,
from their looks the cowboys seemed unaware,
Connolly decided to move with care.

He knew not what types of cowboys...

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Categories: bawl, conflict, emotions, father, history, mother, sad, sympathy,
Form: Cowboy Poetry
Premium Member The Drove
The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly wrapped round faces
cries of "get up there" ringing out
bawling calves...

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Categories: bawl, horse, storm,
Form: Epic
Premium Member Torch Lake Iii - Fishing For Time
Our boat is first to slice
The green snake skin of Clam Lake
This Saturday morning in May

Heading east to the mouth of Grass River
Where angry Pike still hunt from shallows
Before the Milfoil grows to summer impossible

My...

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Categories: bawl, father son, fish, fishing, good morning, innocence,
Form: Free verse
Rumpelstiltskin Rebranded As Outre Designer Couture
the daughter of a miller abducted, exiled, held 
locked as prisoner didst bawl
achingly, effusively, indubitably murmured plaintively 
quite riotously didst call
out for help, when stalked with facing john deere reaper 
with nary a blues clue...

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Categories: bawl, abuse, allegory, anger, art, daughter, fate, freedom,
Form: Imagism
Justice For Mollie Tibbets
Preface:
Earlier today May 28th, 2021,
the 12-member jury unanimously
found Cristhian Bahena Rivera guilty
of first-degree murder in brutal stabbing death
sentenced to life in prison 
without the possibility of parole
of Mollie Tibbetts remembered as then friendly
20-year-old who was...

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Categories: bawl, absence, anniversary, body, daughter, death, goodbye, grave,
Form: Rhyme
The Darkest Cloud 3
The cloud rained heavily on the boy, it stayed a while.
He tried to find somebody to help, but did not know the number to dial.
He stopped playing his beloved guitar,
Each dark cloud that passed him...

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Categories: bawl, body, day, friend, girl,
Form: Free verse
Jamaican Elegy For An Intellectual (Rex. R. Nettleford) Part Iii
He danced on the decks of tossing ships, danced only for dimes
He danced to the lash and sound of whips, hip moving like dream
And when he reasoned, his words sublime brought heavenly climes
Dance from plantation...

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Categories: bawl, death, dedication, historywords, water, life, may, water,
Form: Elegy
The Donkey Carol
(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
               'Pon my back is de Christmas story
        ...

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Categories: bawl, faith, inspirational, sea, seasons, upliftingchristmas, words, christmas,
Form: Ballad
The Ladies Room
Cloistered within the restroom stall
eavesdropping on my peers
soft whispers echo off tiled walls
revealing secrets, hidden tears

Somehow this restroom has become
a sordid confessional booth
a place of refuge, safe for some
to air their inner truth

Co-workers cluster, confiding...

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Categories: bawl, community, people, perspective, places, society,
Form: Rhyme
The Generation Gap 2
The Generation Gap

The fragile, flawless ice encased 
the crumbling soil below
And with it brought bitter winter’s taste – 
the seed that wouldn’t grow.

Many a foggy year ago, 
the father had bought the plant
Had carried it,...

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© Rosy Love  Create an image from this poem.
Categories: bawl, conflict, confusion, judgement, technology, teenage,
Form: I do not know?
Your Gone
As the tears fall down from my face,
I think about that magical place.
You took me there when I was young,
but that was before the pain begun.
You walked me down the road of life,
preparing me to...

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Categories: bawl, confusion, daughter, death, life, loss, love, mother,
Form: I do not know?
If It Weren'T For Double Standards
A mob of angry activists
go and deface a public street,
they painted that ‘Black Lives Matter,’
and the mayor said,”That’s fine with me.’
But when someone spoke of baby lives
they would not let them have their say,
when some...

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Categories: bawl, anger, evil, political, power, truth,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Reflection on the Important Things