Sympathy Teenage Poems

I'm okay, 
you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend.
Children say what they feel,
their honestly can bubble over.
Little ones have not learned words...

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Many years ago,
girls wore girdles.
The tight uncomfortable things,
they held one in tight.
One summer's night,
I snuck my girlfriend out.
We were off on a double date,
a night...

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"Tangled Web of Love: A Broken Trust Unveiled"

In the realm of shattered hearts and broken trust,
A tale unfolds, emotions 
turned to dust.
A man named ...

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This worm is proud to be green,                  ...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems V

Poetry
by Michael R. Burch

Poetry, I found you
where at last they chained and bound you;
with devices all around you
to torture and confound you,
I...

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Your timeline is close to your grave
It's soon time for your flesh to decay
I hear screams outside my screens
And I'm feeling scared of homicidal means
I'm...

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Edina's life story is worthy of being told with sympathy, 
she was a refugee from worn-torn Kosovo breathing
an air frosted by the harsh wind of...

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This is a spoken word poem xx

It started off not being able to breathe. Sitting on your bed, gripping your thighs to remind yourself that...

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At this point I couldn't say I'm happy
And I ain't afraid to admit it
So many times I should have spoke up 
But I just sat...

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Take a dip into the pool of my mind
Join in my reality
Follow my steps
Look through my eyes

For an external view is one
While looking from the...

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Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of...

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I had a dream,
It was a nightmare.
I remember nights where,
I’d sleep. 

I don’t wanna feel lonely, 
it feels too real.
But if I don’t feel lonely,
Then...

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Food, ale, smoke, sleep, and solitude—
     these are the things which I live for;
provide for me lamb barbecued, 
  ...

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I'm  sitting here in this room,
thinking to myself about the past.
How I had bloom...
though, it didn't last.

God, everyday I am lying.
Everyday I put on...

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She pounds the door once, as hard as she can with her fist;
Mugging, trying to see through her watery eyes, the mist.
She hesitates... then walks...

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