Supposed Poems - Poems about Supposed

Raise me up and carry me home There is no longer a reason to be alone See me there with my head held high Coppers aren’t supposed to cry Those are the things I remember true Stamped forever forming part of what I do Bury it down or sliced out and thrown by Coppers aren’t supposed to cry. © Paul Warren Poetry...

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Elevator moves sideways The pickles are dry The butter is hard The cornbread has too much sugar And now it’s a cake ...

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Big plans now have failed all I've done is sleep and drool where's the positive...

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So they've upped my medication From 10 mg to 20 mg It's the stuff that's supposed to make... mm... mel... low I almos... uh... almo... almost nodded... offfff! Don't think it's strong enough yet... thhh...ough! Hopefully I'll soon start writing about fairies and pretty flowers Instead of demons and evil monsters Some of my best friends are fairies Hang on... the ones with...

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f i am supposed to love you If i am to love you for the little things I cannot seem to make you see me the same I wanted what never existed Though i know its okay Im left with what i wish you-…we couldve been Its funny I would've never liked you with my friends Or i just never knew I never tried...

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I’m supposed to be better, find the clouds silver lined. I’m supposed to be helpful and humble and kind. I’m supposed to be an older sister. Wise beyond my years and smart above my peers. A highschool pioneer who’s dried up all her tears. My parents say I’m all better, I don’t need to sit on...

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Anger, dolent, satisfaction. I dont understand the feelings What is it? Where is it? How can I avoid it? No, How can i get it? Satisfaction. I want it But the anger. The compressed emotions People uttered Whynis it still going around me? Covering every inch of my soul. I lost my mind atleast another thousand times Should I stop? But nothing is crueler...

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Christians aren't supposed to get revenge, they're supposed to forgive. And Christians are supposed to do that for all of the days that they live. If you do a Christian wrong, he or she isn't supposed to get back at you. A true Christian will know that getting revenge is the wrong thing to do. God doesn't want people...

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I had a happy childhood at first Yeah I played with dolls to a tragic Extent. It was a dream of some Type of female existence. I was Almost to young to remember the Two year old boy I used to be. I had memories of another me. I began to realize, as I heard Relatives arguing about a little Girl....

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You don't have what I need you r too broken for me you don't listen you don't see you are not even half of who you are supposed to be. Jessica...

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He often thought to himself that he has been too quickly assembled that he should have taken more time for the busy hands of his constructing mind to fill-in the flaws, smooth-out the cracks, properly tightened the loosely screwed together parts of his nature. He knew he was mind-made; everything is. Mind is the worker; body, persona, and the world, all that his perception...

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What I am supposed to do When everything around me has gone crazy? What am I supposed to do When my beloved country Chooses the path to perdition Rather than moral rectitude? What am I supposed to do When millions of my compatriots happily Wallow in criminal poverty While insignificant few parasite on our Commonwealth As Lords and masters of...

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I grew up on a lilac dream along with a few shows on tv I like video games and writing stupidly long things I got taught that life is what you make it I'm about to turn fifteen and I'm pretty smart for my age I just feel like I try too hard and sleep too little I'm on my tenth...

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What kind of car is that? I yell, looking out the window. Just an ordinary car, my husband says. With a star on it and a cherry on top? A police car? He guesses. What on earth has he done? Has he killed somebody? Is he a mass murderer? Is he getting served divorce papers? I glare at him, wondering if he is...

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Fragrance and Flowers Rainbows ‘midst showers Love and Passion Ever in fashion Wisdom and Wit In most poets’ toolkit Hopes and Dreams ...

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