Own Poems - Poems about Own

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

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You may not believe me But I know it so well Every lilac tree Has its own special smell This I fail to describe Its expressless to me Each tree has its own type Blooming easy and free There's no equality shared No familiar democracy Lilacs fragrances spread Fugitive meritocracy Flattering you with the one Sweetest lie You are still fair and young If you give it a try. ...

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How much must I own to be free— A ring of gold, a single key? The stars are mine each cloudless night, The wind is mine in silent flight. I do not ask for halls of stone, Nor call a crowded place my own; A quiet room, a skyward tree, And that, I think, is wealth to me. The sea has never asked...

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Do you ever Do to yourself What you've done to others So you know the pains That comes with it It's so crazy Very lazy acting without thinking. I just hope You get What you Wish on another Not preaching Ain't a pastor But a God son God save us From what we don't know Bless us With what we've never own....

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a dangerous dive into pools of the past praying to hit bottom… … then to shoot up at last ...

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Deep within me, I feel inertia as a slow dance of stars trapped in their own light, A Higgs field enveloping my soul like a heavy cloak of particles and burdened dreams, This terrain of life keeps me from falling into the core of uncertainty, Preserving me from becoming ash, an echo of an existence passed through the...

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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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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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Reflected grief spat back at me to bear Another load, the double of my own To take and carry, this unholy pair Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan. A beast of burden hauling my bloated Carriage, cut into with refracted shards. Whipped for my pain, heavier I’m loaded Pile after pile, the crown a house of cards. I tread...

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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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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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There is something developing INSIDE me. There is something EXPANDING to clear note, but it comes on it's OWN pace. Defying the FREQUENCY of the brain. Am just a mere FASHION DESIGNER. Telling my STORIES in forms of THOUGHTS and words like STORIES OF MEN....

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GRAVEYARD NIGHTMARE YOLANDA NICHOLSEN TOOK HER OWN LIFE TODAY AFTER DECADES OF ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS EXTORTION OF HER AMERICAN POETRY EMBEZZLEMENT OF HER TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM SHE HAS ENDURED SEVERE DOMESTIC VIOLENCE TWO ABUSIVE EX HUSBANDS BOTH WORKING WITH AN ARSON MURDERER OF 9 HER ABUSE ESCALATED AS SHE ENDURED A CAR BOMB BLAST CRUSHING...

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No one can save you, except your own soul hidden in the depths, you will be thrown again and again into storms that seem insurmountable, they will try to catch you in their web of shadows and masks, to extinguish your light, to make you give up, to die slowly in silence, but your soul, only it can save...

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