Long Gry Poems
Long Gry Poems. Below are the most popular long Gry by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Gry poems by poem length and keyword.
thin fractures
Thoughts can be thin fractures in the order of things.
Sometimes my dorm room seems a sterile sarcophagus, like an accusation, or an interrogation about my romantic choices, with nothing warm or inviting there. Sometimes I’ve...
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Categories:
gry, drink, forgiveness, integrity, morning, romance, school, student,
Form:
Free verse
P S It's Poetry Write On Write On Congrats To My Fellow Poetry Soupers Part 9
P S IT’S POETRY WRITE ON WRITE ON CONGRATS TO MY FELLOW POETRY SOUPERS PART 9
Many thanks to you selected poets; Of sharing your whispers from God, tho you didn’t know it; Each letters and...
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Categories:
gry, analogy, community, poets, words,
Form:
Free verse
One
I
Speak
To
You
I
Am
An-
Gry
At
You
Could
We
Talk
La-
Ter
Be-
Cause
You
Hurt
Me
With
Words
I
Cuss
And
I
Am
So...
so...
So-
Rry...
I
Am
Ig-
Nor-
Ant
and
Sel-
fish
I
Love
You,
Dad...
I
Love
You,
Mom...
But
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Feel
Ha-
Ppy...
No
Lo-
Nger
Su-
i-
ci-
dal
or
Sad
As
I
Was
Be-
fore
You
Are
My
Par-
ents
And
I
Should
Have
Ho-
Nored
You
Be-
tter
Than
This...
I
Am
The
Mo-
Nster
I
Am
Un-
Loved
But,
I
Am
Be-
lo-
ved...
which
means
Day_
Vid_
Will_
I-
Am_
One
Syll-
A-
Ble
Seems
Too
Li-
ttle
for
I...
See...
The...
Light...
So...
Bright...
so......
Me-smer-i-zing....
I a-pol-o-gize...
For be-ing rude...
My a-tti-tude...
Stunk like dung...
Some-thing went wrong...
I
Am
One
With
Me.
I
Am
One
With
All.
But. I. Must....
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Categories:
gry, anger, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
Real Men Dont Cry
SORRY
wen i read an innocent girl raped
for the sake of an old mans lust
lump in my throat then i sob
wen they drop bombs on armless
kids in distant places in the pretext
of patriotism but to accumulate
dirty...
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Categories:
gry, allusion,
Form:
I do not know?
Exit 7b
1.
they say everything here is
somewhere in the middle of the road
where names get bleached and keys forget about their doors
and there is something we should dig our coated nails into;
the layers of regret and...
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Categories:
gry, feelings, imagery, lost, urban, vanity,
Form:
Free verse
When In Paris
When In Paris
I think I see
you
lost under
some umbrella
and in my imagination
I am so lonely here
I stop on sidewalks
and let my keys
slip to the ground
with my address engraved
I walk to the old and settled in the...
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Categories:
gry, emotions, paris,
Form:
Free verse