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My Own Poems - Poems about My Own

Piloting My Own Corpse
The world is quiet here Yet growing louder by the day Renting paradise from vultures Split amongst two flavors of instability I clamored and dreamed for that golden armor That title that would cement my name in history To be a "hero" to someone I'd lose contact with forever Scars fade, and eternity is short I saw my dreams given flesh No gaps left...

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Categories: my own, allegory, change, death, religion,
Form: Free verse
I own my own earth
I give, I strive,? I bend, I buy,? But I’m always the one? Who’s hurt inside. I listen, I care,? I help repair,? But I don’t often? Get to share. No one asks? If I’m okay,? They leave me alone ?To slowly decay. But I want more— ?Where I’m not ignored. I see the note on the wall ?I feel myself begin to fall Am I not enough? Am I not tough?? Is...

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Categories: my own, friendship,
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member my art is my own
polka dot peacock kitty cat with blue daisies my art is my own...

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Categories: my own, art,
Form: Senryu
Premium Member MY OWN SHOE FIT
Life came in one shoe fit Determined to live and not quit Made the wrong choices Managed to overtake and make right Achieved of value in knowing how establish No question needed with answer Fighter of life with no surrender spirit No need to say sorry There is no worry Some would say merit while others would say punk Call it what you will I understand...

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Categories: my own, america, care, character, confidence,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Choose me, when the silent storm of my own uncertainty
Choose me, when the silent storm of my own uncertainty tears the seams of my being like lightning splitting the sky, when my heart becomes a battlefield, and doubts are invisible soldiers marching against the truth you have always carried like an unwavering light. Choose me, even when I break under the weight of self-doubt, when my soul is a sculpture...

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Categories: my own, fantasy,
Form: Free verse



Premium Member The outside world makes me sick, suffocates me, dissolves my essence beneath my own skin
The outside world makes me sick, suffocates me, dissolves my essence beneath my own skin, Home seems like a distant illusion, reality—a thin veil ready to tear, I beg for other shells to cover my body, to hide my vulnerability, Loose clothes, shining chains, quiet shoes—all to divert attention. I try to hide the pain, to blur the days...

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Categories: my own, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Its my own fukcin fault
I blame it on life, But really it's all on me. You wouldn't believe the fu*cking mess I've made....

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Categories: my own, abuse, betrayal, feelings, first
Form: Free verse
My Own Personal Hell
What have I created? I look in the eyes of the devils kin everyday, yet it has not fazed me until that day. This man, who claims to love and care for me, Has brought me to tears more than I can count But you see, I’ve made him this way he claims. I am ungrateful. I am selfish. I am rude. I am a dishonorable...

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Categories: my own, 8th grade, anger, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member My own Gasconade of the Swiss Alphs
Marly’s gasconade about her chalet in Switzerland was not braggadocio I sat for two hours keen to see it all, stunned by the dazzling clear water Captivated by the lace topped Alps, the air was crisp and clean. Her description of a delightful dazzling scene was not an embellishment. Ravishing flowers beside the cool bench where I sat...

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Categories: my own, travel,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Getting on my own nerves - two line quotes
Woke up and read David Kavanagh's entry to this contest. Then couldn't stop thinking of two line quotes and keep thinking of another every few minutes... I should actually have 1 more hour of sleep So far I have - The kaleidoscopic nature of truth Substitutes refrains whilst maintaining eye contact (Used this one for contest) If...

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Categories: my own, inspiration,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member My Own Private Beach
“Dance with the waves, move with the sea. Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.” — Christy Ann Martine Sundown. I enter the private beach through a rusty gate. I walk towards an umbrella and sit in its shadow near my wife Summer is warm. Hurrah for the sea that sparkles like a...

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Categories: my own, beach, sea,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I was born with dreams, not my own, but woven like a spider's web into my blood
I was born with dreams, not my own, but woven like a spider's web into my blood, by ancestors who left this world without fulfilling their desires, they pass down ambition like an heirloom of old silverware, polished with memories, caressed by the dust of decades, yet too precious to be left to fade away. Each night, I feel...

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Categories: my own, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
My own personal updates part eleven Q and A
Q: What's the time-line of human history? A: God created the world in six days 24 hour days. Six times one thousand years equals actually 6,000 years of human history. Q: God rested on the Sabbath, Saturday's seventh day of the week during His initial...

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Categories: my own, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose
My own personal updates part ten Q and A
Q: Did I both contact my foot doctor and United Healthcare about the $150.25 successfully yesterday? A: Yes, and I won't be receiving any more statements from them but Medicaid only will. Before believers in Jesus call upon Him, He will answer them. Q: ...

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Categories: my own, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose
My own personal updates part nine Q and A
Q: Why did Ukraine agree to Trump's deal to sign-over their mineral rights to him? A: They want USA's continued financial and military hardware to go to Ukraine. Q: Why did the Prime Minister of the UK agree to totally back Ukraine when they're not being allowed...

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Categories: my own, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose

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