Long Pen up Poems

I’m feeling that feeling
I felt in the beginning 
Times flying by 
my minds still spinning
I think I’m losing ground
And my patience is thinning
Getting tangled up in 
the webs Life’s spinning 
Further from where I’ve been...

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(KAP) Because I’m done with you
I’m done with you
I’m done with you
Because I’m done with you
I’m done with you
I’m done with you
Because I’m done with you
I’m done with you
I’m done with you

(Rap) Hands up in...

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I pick my pen up to express myself with hopes that my words will inspire 
I bleed on the pad to show how much poetry means to me
I try to write the words so well...

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It's two a.m and I'm still sitting here trying to write.
I have the comfort of this candle burning low.
I have the warmth of a fire right beside me.
Yet what you want me to write makes...

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I almost got blinded by the light, I felt confused when the dark was missing 
Having a real smile on my face is something that was hard to envision
I've noticed that when I pick my...

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EULOGY POEM

I pick my pen up one last time
And thank God for the words that rhyme,
Amazing me when thoughts appear
That I express so free and clear.
For that one man who said to me,
“You have a...

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I was kicked while I was on the floor and told I was supposed to stay down
They smiled while I cried
I found a way to get up, even when I was bleeding on the inside
I...

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My pens off safety and the trigger won't jam
You couldn't out write me if I had a broken hand
To get my name in the history of poetry is my plan
My pens off safety and the...

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I'll say all the things they hate to say
I look for everything I hate to see
I know nothing out there has a chance of breaking me
I found peace in myself, I'll never rely on another...

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(TO) OLAND

O pen up and tell your Mom.
L ife is not to shun.
A spire to be who you are.
N ever defeat your goals.
D on't deny your soul.

(TO) TONY RASHAD

T ogether is a strong word
O ften...

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sittin in my room with posters of pac and em
i pick a pen up and is start writin
family wernt there but i think a lot of them
put on a front but my hearts cryin
i thank...

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Poets around the world gather right here
Over mounts and founts where muse is found clear
Expecting greatness from Poetry Soup
Then finding it when you need to recoup
Rehabilitated when you feel at home
Your sweet quill shall pen...

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The world is full of people.
Some are good and some are bad.
The difference between them
are the solutions that they had.

Some folks don't react well
when a problem comes in play.
Others are more practiced
for when trouble comes...

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I've lived in my land all of my life
travelled in many other lands on holiday
but always to return to what I call home
cause it's special always come what may

The weather is well documented as dull
but...

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I ndecisive love
N ever losing touch

T wice is a deadly game.
H ope is always there
E ven when love is indecisive.

M y life is attached to yours.
O pen up.
O pen up.
D o not let go.

F or...

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Haul back from Winter Fairy land the wondrous Christmas tree
Open up the boxes with bright ornaments and all the trimming.

Hear the kids shout for Santa Claus and Frosty the Snowman oh so merry.
Obedient they are...

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Poem

(P)ut that book down & pick this one up. This book is the language of poetry, the language of insanity, the language of misery the language of the authors hands that can be writing for...

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R-ise of the sun has begun
I-n twenty-ninth September; 
T-elling your life to open up, 
A-fter the night's deep slumber.

L-ight in the sky is shining
A-s the dawn has just broken; 
M-aking your life open up, 
A-vailable...

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O   pen up soft eyes,
to winter's frigid white tears
and the angel's veil.

R   elief dances wild
in each clean, rebellious flake,
blessing the night crease.

I   vory stars kiss
heaven's violet canvas,
a glistening sheet.

G...

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My Poem

You are

The pulse of my thoughts

The beats of my words

The voice of my inspiring muse

The ink of my very soul

The echo of my despair and hope.

You are my poem

A beauty in my heart

A star...

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L iving, in its basic sense, is easy.
I t’s a thing done automatically.
V ibrant life, however, must be strived for.
E ndeavor to be all that you can be.  

L aughter is a key ingredient.
A...

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You are

The pulse of my thoughts

The beats of my words

The voice of my inspiring muse

The ink of my very soul

The echo of my despair and hope.

You are my poem

A beauty in my heart

A star on my space

A...

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