Rough Draft Poems - Poems about Rough Draft

Verse 1: I was once a whisper, light on your tongue, A gentle hum, a soft song to be sung. But like the fray of ink, fading with time, I fell from grace as you lost your mind. Your fingers once tender, tracing my lines, Now calloused and tired, no longer entwined. A thought you had, now lost in the folds, A burden...

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Hello, Hello, just a shadow In a rat race on game show it’s a rat race on a circus show Just a game for the cat chase, In a rat race against the cat chase In this circus show On my tiptoe, for Romeo Under the mistletoe But the lifeguard let go Manifesto I'm in denial I'm in denial Hunted by a crocodile I'm swimming idle I'm swimming...

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Soak in the palmolive snake oil tonic. The cool stalk of my ebonics on hydroponics. Get stuck in the matrix of my convicts, of hooker phonics. Get high off of my knock off water on the brain hydropunkicks. . I would sell out my Mother for a few bucks. Trash the crackers who are buying my tracks, malign the...

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Gangster Hip hop is a perversion of poetry a chant of rebellion, in notary, serve me upon high times noteworthy high ego malign a strategy to have you leggo your humanity and follow the not worthy. Lines. Apollyon come from the pit in a not so cleverly rhyme. Of, "Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be" The Hole, greased...

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Maybe one day I’ll find the right words To describe My love for you Explain the high That encapsulates Every nerve In my body Swirling around My throat Like the way Your tongue Dances with mine In the dark Or the way My spine Melts against Your chest When you Sigh Then pull me closer Illustrate...

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Oh, there once was a fellow could craft Limericks at which most people laughed But there was a rumor They lacked some in humor Till he finished that fourth or fifth draft ...

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This rough draft love needs some revision. The author isn't sure what comes next. Chapters often find themselves in the shredder called reality. Crumpled pages and bleeding ink; they mark the story of you and I. So imperfect, but still ours. This autobiographic love written only by my hand. The ink smudged by my clumsy touch and so hard to wash away. Tragic heroine, maybe someday you will find someone who will write a...

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And he said, "Have you ever felt so empty...?" I replied, "Son, have you never felt the Sun on your back? Or are you darkness itself? I owe no fealty to you, you lonesome coward! My sins are mine, as yours are yours, so tend your own flame. Kindle it with love and compassion my friend."...

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We are not in the same Both of us so good at the game I told you from the get go Now you don't wanna let go You didn't take the clue Infatuated with something new All the cards said it was wrong We didn't listen we still went along Love doesn't have eyes To make excuses for the lies All I feel is lust Miscommunication...

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Love like you've never loved before Reaching your hand out to a closed door Thinking I knew what was in store Now I'm suffering, my heart bleeding on the floor _____________________________________________________________________________________________ In the club dancing, alone on the wall posted up chillin' , drunk, trying not to fall Not a care at all, I feel seven feet tall. Influenced by the alcohol, stimulated by...

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Diversified, she sat upon the page a tiny dot of incoherence brushed into the ink She wondered how she got so small and stretched to reach an "A", the brink which started the sentence of her life, a thousand words to hide away. While she studied the paper rift she noticed the fibrous weave of every white of every letter to chalky dust inhaled...

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