Category: Poetry

The rain will not stopIt is too powerfulDrops fall every which way except downFat and juicy and squishyLooks out the windowThe eyes do not see the enemyHe could be her friendOr possibly a savior in human formThere is no God hereJesus Christ only exists when something is wrongA slight chill in the summerFound in every

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And here’s my second set of attempted poems from famous poems. Now, I will move onto something else and not do this again for a long time. Another Time (Luck by Charles Bukowski)another placewe were stupidat telling timesmokinganother timewe were dreamingof better daysstill smokinganother citywe were tiredof waking upnot having cigarettesanother statewe kept silentduring long

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I decided to experiment and try writing a poem similar to some famous poems I have read many times before. While my take falls far from the mark of the original, it was something to do when I didn’t feel like writing a flash fiction story or rewrite my novel. This more in depth and

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I will not sit idly by whileyou stomp on my heartbecause you feel it is your right.I’ve told you countless times,it was never your decisionto make that mark on my body.It almost seemed fatefulto drink your cup of poisonuntil I came to my senses.I tell myself on nights when the fluttering won’t diethat you were

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From where I stand in this late hour,I have travelled to mental places few othershave gone and good thing for this.Their virgin eyes could not accepthow others could be so cruelfrom deep inside the wishing well.There was no water or coinsbut a darkness no one wants to acknowledgewhen on their own and alone.The fears in

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From that moment, I did not cry. My preservation meant something else. There were moments of clarity. I recognized there was safety. All the colors seen were gold and silver. He envied them all. One color was left behind.

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For if I die today, tell me how much I meant to you. Don’t think of the blood-soaked field around me. Or how many bullets missed my head. Imagine something positive to say instead. Plant a seed and watch it grow. For I am in that dirt as well as the water. The kingdom we

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And from the beginning, the influence was different than the rest. When the shape reached, there was an emptiness. The thoughts it could not share with others. The feelings it had kept hidden within a mirror. There were tears that never fell. And in the middle, the darkness became stronger. The shape could not force

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If I bleed so much, why do you keep cutting me?The truth will not come out any quicker when the blood spills.This is not your responsibility to dictate the solution.And because you have no patience, there is a constant ache within you.I know it all too well as I have been there before.You need to

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There’s a difference between you and me. Noticing the unfamiliar sounds outside the window,I will remember what you didn’t do for me. My blood to this day bops around inside my heart.I wonder if you can hear it through all the armor,You wear it so well around your head.Back in the days of silver and

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I know your touch. I hear the sounds. I feel my apprehension. I sing the lyrics. I touch the mood. I hide your belongings. I see the sky. I smell the youth. I know your name. I hear the noise. I feel my sin. I sing the glare. I touch the energy. I hide your

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What good can I say about my American generation? We are all grown up and having families of our own.Some of our children have families. How did we become grandmothers and grandparents already?We are not that old.Are we?Please let it not be!My generation got a new box of crayons every year before grade school.When collecting

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