| Poem | Poet | Order by Most Viewed | Order by Most Commented | Created | Last Comment |
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 Intimations of Immortality.Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain... | Fer50 | 287 | - | Oct 2020 | |
NotDeleted... | optimisticme | 228 | 0 | Jan 2022 | |
GeraldineI remember, when I was about five, being bullied, I remember, Geraldine, like a saviour, came to save me, I was about five, she was only about eight,,... | optimisticme | 248 | 0 | Nov 2021 | |
under cloudsI wanted to be a cloud, many generations ago.... | methuzelah | 341 | 0 | Dec 2018 | |
 PlaytimeHaving been raised in foster care, I thought writing about it might bring a new perspective. As with most of my poetry, what it did was bring some pe... | gerryonbroadway | 385 | 0 | Apr 2018 | |
 Art of war VIIThe chemical plant.... | Odysseus_own | 415 | - | Feb 2017 | |
 Miles AwayThis poem was dedicated to a childhood friend who moved away a long time ago when i was 7 years old. Still till this day we keep in touch... | Unknown | 310 | 0 | Oct 2011 | |
 mattthat right i like animal feces on my face... | cuddlycolin | 434 | 0 | Oct 2011 | |
 Beyond the mirrorAs a child I often looked into the mirror and asked myself if what I could see was in fact the real me and myself on this side of the mirror being jus... | Dazab | 376 | 0 | Jan 2012 | |
 Terrified Teen (Please Notice Me)It was hard being a teenager and in resent events a young teen took, her life from the pressure of cyber bullies in the northwest suburbs of Melbourne... | coolcat1974 | 545 | 0 | Jan 2012 | |
Broken Dreams (Part 1)How can it be right when never shown the light? In a time in his so called prime told do as I say not as I do He’s just the problem child, he’s just... | coolcat1974 | 372 | 0 | Mar 2012 | |
 Kids foodWe've all had one a childhood Then we get older and have our own I guess we will never learn to leave well enough alone... | Weathermanspirit | 389 | 0 | Mar 2012 | |
 child's lullabyStay awake tonight till the mornin light don't rest upon your bed though your pillow is soft and deep your not as sleepy as you seem stay awake d... | stormseeker223 | 423 | 0 | Jun 2012 | |
 Darkest rose in the gardenI stand alone I fight away the weed that grew up with me It wraps around me tight Don’t let go... day or night No matter how I try, I’m too weak t... | lorii | 637 | 0 | Aug 2012 | |
 Not RelatingAs kids grow up they think they know everything.... | adjhe | 256 | 0 | Feb 2013 | |
 racedaymy son was 10 when he wrote this... | alonenaz | 306 | 0 | Dec 2012 | |
Those Dixie StormsMemories of my youth in the South...Dixieland.... | GMS75 | 444 | 0 | Apr 2013 | |
Broken roadOn a broken road direction is hard to find I crossed the line they drew for me Only to find afflicted missery Fallin behind Loosing my mind Tryin... | Unknown | 247 | 0 | May 2013 | |
 Losing ControlI jsut can't think I'm losing control The pain that's inside Runs straight to my soul Deep, dark, and empty Tired of living in sin M... | ShyGuy1984 | 388 | 0 | Feb 2014 | |
dune and dawn of an islandinstant love fragrance...... | Unknown | 438 | 0 | Jul 2014 | |
His Eyesi made this in 7th during our poetry unit. its basically that someone's brother made/makes his mother cry everyday, and one day, he got so sick of her... | Unknown | 384 | 0 | Aug 2014 | |
I REMEMBERTHIS IS NOT A POEM. I WROTE THIS TO SHOW HOW SPECIAL GOD, MY FAMILY, AND MY LIFE IS TO ME!... | Unknown | 472 | 0 | Aug 2014 | |
 The Gingham DressThis poem is about my mom. She grew up in a half horse hamlet called YThe Narrows in New Hampshire she only had 2 dresses and they were gingham, The... | ladygwen123 | 310 | 0 | Aug 2014 | |
Red BalloonsWatching neighbor letting balloons fly for her deceased son's birthday.... | ladygwen123 | 352 | 0 | Sep 2014 | |
Never say neverLol nothing much I just felt I could drop some lines. :D... | Unknown | 465 | 0 | Oct 2014 | |
 timeTime is a rule, maybe a ruler, don't be fool, school, cool... | anthony20king | 337 | 0 | Oct 2014 | |
PAISLEYThis is a children's book i wrote please leave me feedback... | adjhe | 1,002 | 0 | Feb 2015 | |
 {Whence Gonneth Those Days?}I just remembered my childhood days, of the days spent at my Gradmas house in wodehouse road at Colaba in south Mumbai.There was innocence, fun, laugh... | always_besides | 852 | 0 | Apr 2015 | |
FOOD, ON A PLATE OF THOUGHTDEDICATED TO ALL GOOD FATHERS OUT THERE... | Unknown | 486 | 0 | May 2015 | |
 LIL FOLKSI HAVE WITNESSED CALIFORNIA'S DEATH MASSACRE AND SEEN DEATH BEFORE MY EYES SINCE I WAS A CHILD SAD BUT TRUE... | faithful1_101 | 679 | 0 | Jul 2015 | |
 Chaotic MindOne step at a time. I repeat these words to myself in my mind. Yet, the steps I take leave a mess in their wake. No way to contain my disdain t... | Bluejay5 | 683 | 0 | Oct 2015 | |
 its so simple even a child can do itjust getting warmed up!! hahahaha... | mykindofman | 741 | 0 | Aug 2015 | |
Blind (a poem for my dad)This is the first poem I have ever written. I wrote it to my dad when I was 12 after my parents had gotten divorced... | Unknown | 370 | 0 | Dec 2009 | Dec 2009 Unknown |
Homeless?My parents got divorced and it ripped our home apart.... | Unknown | 348 | 0 | Dec 2009 | |
The Last Breath Of InnocenceThere is for some a particular moment where a tragic or brutal event marks the time where ones innocence is lost - once lost, it is lost forever. For... | Unknown | 445 | 0 | Dec 2009 | |
BeginningWaking in a world that is so diminutive I can see the back of my skull and in this I know how vast it is So I fly for a while Like an angel with... | Unknown | 732 | 0 | Jun 2009 | |
Daddy Don't CryDaddy don't cry.... I'm no feen... Just like to get high... I know I put you through alot.... Please dont give up on me pop... i've never forgot.... | Unknown | 292 | 0 | Aug 2009 | |
opera # 1............... | Unknown | 380 | 0 | Jul 2009 | |
opera # 2................ | Unknown | 388 | 0 | Jul 2009 | |
One Life, One LoveI wrote this poem for my little boy who is growing up so fast.... | Unknown | 356 | 0 | Jul 2009 | |
mean grandpa storyI was skipping stones in the Clackamas River and grandpa told me this story. Once there was a stone. She lived just about where you are standing... | Unknown | 367 | 0 | Jul 2009 | |
THE GETAWAY BY TREVOR HILL (DECEASED SON) 2008MY SON HAYDEN TREVOR HILL WROTE IT IN THE 8TH. GRADE. IT WON THE GWENDOLYN BROOKS POETRY CONTEST. TREVOR DECEASED MARCH 16 2008. HE IS DOING GODS WO... | Unknown | 894 | 0 | Aug 2009 | |
