Wrote Poems - Poems about Wrote

We licked ink from our open wrists, a contract signed in salt and longing. Our syllables stitched into sinew, each verse a gash we chose. You crawled inside my name, built a cathedral from my echo. I slept in your apology, a pillow soaked with dreams that died in the cradle. What is marriage if not mutual decay? We baptized ourselves in entropy. In every...

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Essence of wealth Inheritance health Jealousy divine Life changes Rearrange of financial eyes Hidden and full of surprises Murder on the mind Thought of inheritance Wealthy promise The rage Death will come to one Elegant party Drinks and dancing all around Conversations flow Suddenly a fall then death Pronounced Dead Poison found in the drink That sip Situation now a circumstance Mystery Murderer The outcome will turn into clues The murderer wants to redirect and bring...

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Basking in the sunlight In a field of flowers A peaceful look in her She looks up to the sky And realises how much she loves life This is all she wanted In a world that eradicates through hatred In this moment She felt grounded Listening to the sounds of nature She lost a lot of her...

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I wrote this for you, every letter that meets your gaze, every word that will replay in your head for days, I wrote this for you, I wrote all of it, hoping that maybe one day you would see, and you would believe what you meant to me, all the I love you’s, all the...

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I am watching 3 inches off of the floor, The man outside waits at my door I know the screams from within the box Howl and call upon your order upon the rocks But I know you can hold your tongue 'till the end of the night And I know you can wait until I seem right. Feel your spite,...

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Everyone will sleep forever one day People will forget that you were here Inside your grave will you slumber alone in a pong To be born is to die halfway After that everything goes eternally black Prayers will be said on your burial Hovering in blackness will now be your new job ...

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No one was waiting for this poem that I wrote. There's not a thought in it anyone will ever quote. So why did I write it, knowing 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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