Write Poems | Examples of Write Poetry

was it really that big of a deal if we were both just kids our minds snapped shut like lids brainwashed by whats bad and good too scared to come out with the truth nothing ever came smooth these thoughts these anxieties they only get worse i needed someone to soothe me im just a little girl please stop touching me like that i dont like it im...

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In our maniacal world madness cosplay nativity. When sanctuary is cynical take cyanide outside in a synchronized social suicide. Life at your disposal realize life is disposable. Lacking eye warble, below-zero countertop marble. Stumble over the five o'clock Hobble. Humble, Crumpled up macro-cookie crumble. Spade shovel buried down transient mumble. Blood musk parfume; false whale entrails. Innards inward into inferior interior...

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Pen prepares its blood with quiet intent, Flowing with words that embrace no cliche; Its spirit starts to pump the heart's content, Beginning with inner insights to say. The ink's voice shouts with neither sound nor noise, Creating calmness inside the bold mind; The soul's silent scream still seems its best choice, For the right meanings hiding there to find. Shrouded...

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He told me all is fair in war, that he studied all of our wars. That when they take over, everything will belong to them. He told me, when a new culture of government takes over they instill all of their laws and cultures, making all the old ones cancelled. All is fair in war...

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I'M a Poet Listen! I'm a poet,cause I'm got many hurts From them ,never want to lose So, I leave false dirts. And pick up pen to express, Never abuse them , I write to their happiness, Pray, with saying their name. Alright,I don't love like a poet, I'M a poet who loves you! And that love more great Than a poet whom know you. Remember! loyalty exist...

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I'm Kaleidoscopic and so psychotropic. The colours in my brain I never will restrain. Because I could not write without these colours bright....

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The ink returns—not to defend, nor chase the ghosts I used to fend. Not to explain the aching past, but breathe through wounds that couldn’t last. It does not rise with pointed proof, nor beg for silence turned to truth. It flows because the heart now dares to speak in lines what once hid there. Where words once cost too much to say, a...

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I have no room for hate in the world, and I’ve always forgiven anyone who’s ever done me wrong—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s already too much hate out there, whether it’s the world struggling to get along or someone choosing to hurt someone else. There are two ways to see the meaning...

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I'm going to keep writing regardless of the outcome I'm going to keep clicking my keys and my mind I'm going to create from nothing what I need I'm going to give it all I got, cuz its what I do ! I will share my thoughts whether you like it or not I...

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just question, how many pen names "some other" had/have used in here/there?...

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She knocks on my rib cage seeking access to my heart again The knock—the pounding pestle— taunts, its echo won’t stand to be ignored I hold my knees and cover my ears as if that’ll keep my walls untampered I let my flesh wrap me whole— so tight I might suffocate, but I cannot breathe outside this prison, no—this haven She’s still...

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I won’t write, I tell my muse. I refuse. She laughs at my won'ts, my cant's and my do’s. Most know Trixie; she brazenly dictates to me. She is puling my strings, never letting me be. I’m serious, I say. She laughs at my plight. She forces me to stay awake most of the night. Magnificent poems climb into my head. Trixie...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For...

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Write About U Still I write about you still I tried to fix things after you She’d try to fight about you still I write about our moments And how each one made me feel Despite the fact that you was spoken for and I was married It felt just like adrenaline, every touch was daring. But I knew what it was and...

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~ To the Tune of 'One More Night' by Phil Collins ~ One more write, I gotta do just ...

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