Long Self pity Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became...

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Face to the sky,
Breath of the Caribbean
Woven with earthy Autumn,
Saturates the alveoli of my lungs,
Pouring raw impulses into the neurons of
My pleasure centers, so triggering a myriad of
Memories ... the demurring requiem to summer tide...

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Do you recognize me anymore?
Do you realize that my heart is sore?
Let me memorize your heart’s melody
Let me see right through your…melancholy…

Do you ever wave goodbye to yesterday?
Can’t bear the thought of you leaving me...

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This is a Crown of Sonnets I wrote about one of my favorite books and movies (the version in 1943 with Liz Taylor, who was only 11 had a small role, Joan Fontaine and Orson...

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I have heard some things in class today
I pray I make more progress and struggle less
Praying for peace and quiet someday
I want a clear mind from regret and distress

Cold-hearted lies 
Won’t open its eyes to...

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In moments of weakness; I look up to you. thinking of the off chance that your situation is better than mine. Now, you must understand that this is only a moment. None the less, it...

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The Williwonk rose from its hibernating sleep
And jumped up in joy with a sinuous leap.
Time for some mischief, he mischievously said,
I'll shake up Manvile and fill them with dread.

For such a vile creature was the...

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He was mighty as could be venturing down by the sea,
revered as the king soaring over his golden throne-
He was respected yet felt neglected and could never see,
all the beauty he held and sadly felt...

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Apologies are due
Apologies are due
yet I am not the one to say them
Apologies are due but
but I am not the one
not today to give them
Fir all I have to give is a need to vent
a...

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I followed your voice…
I followed your voice…
With a bouquet of stars in hand
I followed your voice
I followed it with all of my heart
You approve of the gift,
I knew you’d understand

I followed His distinct voice…
It sounds...

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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look unnatural -
as if printed,
but unfinished ... incomplete …
yeah ...
blood, but...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the...

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Picture portraits of us together in the placid plantation of peacefulness that is lit with emotionally righteous wit
Pleasant sounds fill me up and thrill me…ascends my frown into a smile 
Going back to my roots...

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With thoughts of getting fish-faced on a Friday night, 
I dropped anchor in a portside bar 
To contemplate the crooked path to closing time; 
Couldn’t guarantee I’d get that far.

I ordered a tequila, called myself...

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Actions Speak Louder Than Words Contest
Sponsor: Silent One

Why can't I sleep tonight? 

I can not stop thinking about our last fervid conversation.
Broken promises of a long lost love affair between the cores of two fleshly...

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The majestic and Angelic Iris

The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul...

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The majestic and Angelic Iris.
Layered in thick scales, pure as snow,
Claws curved into sharp, black knives
Piercing the ground before her.
Prowling the land
Searching for her own,
Growling a fierce roar into
Every living soul that bow before her.
The...

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There were tears, salty and silent
Combing a path down my face
In rivers of longing, hopeless and desperate
Miserable and as dark as dusk’s heavy pace
Never allowing a piece of light to glimmer
Through the shadows of dread
Darkening...

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This is what the spirits tell me about you: I see you have traveled far in search of answers to your many questions. You should take satisfaction in having attained an advanced state of enlightenment....

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Who is the man in the mirror that stares back at me through eyes of blue that can scarce seen behind lenses reflecting bright light?
Those eyes appear so young and vibrant, though cast behind a...

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For more than 10 years she sat at home in a state of inertia, longing for the things of the past, hoping that the past could be her future.  In doing so she gave...

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New moon new broom 
Help is coming soon
New moon new broom
My love is coming at noon
The sun is very hot 
And sweat is dripping from my back
I want a new frock to take the heat...

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It's very time consuming
Driving yourself mad
But not quite mad enough 
To commit to the mental torment
So trying to balance 
Very precariously
Whilst throwing tiny weights
Onto the wrong side of the scale
So existing forever in extreme stress
About...

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God, you know who I am, you know me by name 

And I know that you know about all of the pain 

Your love and warmth are the reasons that I am alive 

But right...

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When there is rain, it can create a powerful waterfall. As much, when there is faith, it can create a powerful prayer. We ask God for things large and small. We ask to heal a sickness,...

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