Wrote Poems - Poems about Wrote

No one was waiting for this poem that I wrote. There's not a thought in it that anyone will ever quote. So why did I write it, when I know damn well no one will ever cite it? Because writing is an Englishmajoritis antidote....

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I wrote love letters for you, words I’m afraid to speak, My heart races, feeling alive, yet fear of rejection makes me hesitate. In the quiet of my soul, chaos fades when I gaze upon your captivating face, Tangled thoughts, words lost in the mist, the desire to unravel the heart's threads. I don’t wish to disturb your peaceful...

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The world was my darkness The soot in my blackened sights I once cried in shallows Words entomed within my grave Dug with smiles merrit of fading sorrows My final morrows led by fate Towards the rejoicing of tomorrow. 3.11.23...

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It took but a bit But used my good wit To write what I writ I'll try to use couth And write about truth Be it black or white Be it wrong or right It's just what I write By chance I wrote wrong What's writ all along Then, I'll sing your song And...

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I wrote a poem that alleges that I left her a little too rough around the edges, and would I kindly try to rewrite. So, all night long, I added and deleted, moved around and repeated, till she finally said, "Yeah, that feels just about right." ...

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Through my years of defiance And lust for reliance I bid the underlying truth within the words 'help me' For whatever shall come of my untimely departure Shall configure to my last forgotten desire Is it my sultry dance that keeps me coming for anew Or is it something to do with my lore Whatever it is, dear reader Only time...

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I see thee yet, mine eyes on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Thus to mine eyes, o'er th'one half world 'pon the sacred curtained sleep, Seek thou sure and firm, set stepp'd earth nigh summon thee to Heaven, for 'twas echoed knell, Thy very soul hath prate of thy whereabouts, hear it not, 'tis seeming rest, Was't...

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l thought l wrote a brill song today or should have said yesterday kept me up nearly most of the night cause cant get the lyric's anywhere right l wanted a different and fun song turning out a deep one song structure and methods have all gone lyrics flat and none shone genre headbanging notes flow and its a pain, and l...

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Who Wrote? Who Wrote? The Note, The Notes, Our Speed! Upon The Field's, Upon The Field's ...

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There’s a universe in my library Where I often rest within, Beginning with cosmology Where the mystery of life begins... In space and time in books you’ll find On a shelf upon a wall, Near biology and chemistry Where molecules reign supreme and small. Compared to Homer, Sappho, Shakespear, Keats And Henry David Thoreau, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson And a...

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Christina why do you laugh at the men with whom you make love? Do you have beliefs, any hopes? Do you cry? Do you need? Do you fear? Christina tell me all your fears Ignore the devil when he laughs Like me I know you need someone special to love I say "In the rain we all cry ...

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The shortest poetry I ever wrote A world of uncertainty Instead to cut off my mind from reality I cut the leaf To burn the flower All I needed was to maintain my sanity in A world of uncertainty ...

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Oh, I wrote it for the glory Now I’m feeling kinda whorey For again I came up short She got half of what she sought For the pens of others reign From the Jordan to the Seine While mine at last report Just cut against the grain But I wrote it for the glory My sadly pensive story Full of lies and sweet deceit Prostrated at...

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I wrote a poem when I was nine The teacher said it wasn’t mine She said I stole it from a book She said I was a lying crook I cried, I pleaded, it is mine She said “it’s not, you’re only nine” The other children laughed at me I almost gave up on poetry But no, I couldn’t, I wouldn’t quit I’d show...

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She said that the stars were listening. She said that her gift was a curse but that was four years ago. She said that she hoped we would understand. She added that she was proud that her daughter had a child but daughter had stopped speaking with her/ She never mentioned a date or possible cause of death. This summer, four years later she told...

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