Story. Poems - Poems about Story.

It's easier to love when the worst case is having a funny story to retell at bars. It makes more sense to believe when truth left untold will never make it into the final edit. It's almost too easy to draw blood when I tell myself the red is just footnotes in my story— It's a relief to be forgetful when I know...

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I'd steal it back— my poem that she posted as her own. I'd name her plainly, demand a public apology— an admission of hypocrisy from the one who keeps her hands clean, grins like a simpleton, cackles like she's getting away with it, this even meaner magic. Navel-gazing Narcissus must not have realized I was never planning to stay quiet....

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Story of pat, Can you hear the sirens? The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors, Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived, Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive. Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us, I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us, Across the road...

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Goldilocks and the three bears, The story is a classic. But one idea came to mind, What if she was made of plastic? With lips so swollen And cheeks so bloated She was red and shiny And was very coated. The bears that came saw the porridge, They searched and found Goldilocks. Screaming and fearful,...

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The queue's too long, don't have time But already here and I'm looking fine "Please sir, can you wave me in like a celebrity?" "I'll just check for your name. It's here I see" All sorted and in we slink - Merry friends, I think you owe me a drink! ...

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I love to create your story in words, like a dream woven from threads of light and desire, As if it was and is no more, a fairy tale brought to life under the pen of time flowing gently, I turn you into a beloved fairy tale hero, with a happier ending where our love is eternal...

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I kissed the fall. Ran barefoot through glass and silence. Told him I loved him— even when it undid me. It was raw. It was ruin. But it stayed, like a scar worth naming...

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Like a dog digging bone, I hunt stories Write orgies from words known With syntax like old men's drone And metaphors overblown ...

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long story short, you survived all of life's craziness, junk and jive one day the sun had been shining but the air smelled foul for the sea was in turmoil and a lot of the fish had drowned. hope has been suffocating from the lungs of the believers our communities are being strangled, our children no longer achievers but...

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Everyone was fine until they ate the last slice. Before the sugar was poured twice. Lastly, it’s horrible like general sweating. Waiting and regretting. Everyone had fur, like a werewolf. I had nothing except a hat from golf. Cranky portraits on the wall. I somehow used to be tall. Until the shrink ray passed through....

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Calling all drivers, does your car go in reverse? Why are you over the parking line? I cannot get into my car, now waiting until you are done shopping. For weeks, it has been happening. Put your car in reverse and park straight, or leave your car home where it belongs....

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Hitler was a short man His horrors committed atrocious and despicable with Zionists he colluded acts of depravity, unspeakable Netanyansky a polish man also of horrors fame loves his genocide like his pierogi in the dark loves his kotlet schabowy If they had ever met they would kiss and rub each others neck in love with genocide Golda Meir on her knees for both A threesome of perversions rejoicing...

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David & Goliath Big vs Small Pebbles vs Sword David vs Goliath Tall vs Short Sling-Shot Sword and Shield Sheppards Boy Giant to Sky Just a few stones On the battle ground Bravely won Shepherd boy on the throne Respect from the crowd New King in town...

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my teecher liked my pikture of a train i drawed in skool she sed she liked it lots and lots and i was very glad i showd it to my best frend who then sed it woz so cool that i woz on a train one day and with my mum and dad and wen we started off...

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If they shoot, tell my story A boy writes a letter to his mother She will know nothing of it Until Something bad happens But he knows something will He knows the colour of his skin He knows that it means a possible death sentence He gives his mom direct instructions Of what to do if they try to silence his existence...

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