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lorentz

waves...

waves always dying in the sand,
one other coming and vanishing..
low tide,sweeping away,
hopes and happiness..
love and death,
at the end of the path,
meeting up..
waves have no memories,
waves have no compassion..
are we,only,
this bitter drop,
among tears,
dressing the ocean?
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
depths and ever..
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Hottblooded

Invisable

I feel like a invisable man.
Trying to be seen and trying to be noticed all I can.
The people that I would want to talk to, and my questions without
any reply. How I wish I could be heard and still I wonder why.
Oh the pictures I haven taken that I have yet to share.
Because there is no one to share them and feels like nobody cares.
Oh I must be invisble I guess, Because there is nothing and nobody that sees the unhappiness.
Maybe a magic light will expose the being that is me.
To show off some brillants that they would finally see.
Wishing to be seen and wishing to be heard.
That I too was once here and maybe they would see my words.
Yet maybe this is a dream or possibly a prayer. To finaly have a connection to some one to know I was here.
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Posted: Dec 2011
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Unknown

miss spent youth

When i was young I read about prince charming. In daydreams of thought, a little white house, on a hill with childern and animals at play.Then one day I grew away,started a future to say, as there is no charming in this day. I worked and toiled hoping some day he will ask and I will say. Charming huh, he grew to be a fake. I worked and toiled till I started to gray, hoping he will ask and I will say. Charming huh no way. I work and toil to this day, finely realize charming is a dream per say. I'll work and toil the rest of my days, till I'm old and lonely and unable to play.
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Posted: Mar 2012
About this poem:
dreams are nice,but they always end and charming will never exist.
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Dementia

Man's Best Friend (Worst Poem Challenge)

I was driving down the road when I heard a plop
My car bounced and I slammed on the brakes to stop
It was a cold rainy night so I could barely see
But there it was, a mangled dog, in front of me
I just stood there watching til his breathing stopped
Felt sick to my stomach as my heart dropped
Got back in my car, made it to town
Went to a local car wash, were no one was around
I washed off the blood and guts as I held my head in shame
Watching his remains go down the drain
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Posted: May 2012
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Shaniai

My promise

So I'm sad,
hurt you could say,
words flowing through my mind,
rushing, overlapping,
yet I just cant form the first sentence
cant even say the first word
to express how I feel
trying to write a poem that's happy
one that shows the fun side of me
a poem that doesn't fill my eyes with tears
but here I am crying out
just as I put the pen on the paper
why is it that sadness is my main inspiration to write?
each time a poem comes to mind
my heart is always breaking
I'm trying to give you readers a smile upon your face
a chuckle or even a laugh
when next you read another poem of mine
as easy as it sounds, it's almost impossible
for each thought comes with tears
each tear comes with a scream
So my CS readers, this is a promise I shall keep
a smile, a chuckle or even a laugh
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
just feeling really depressed right now
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Unknown

Melancholy

I don’t feel gloomy
I don’t feel joyful
I feel melancholy

The wind russles the trees
The sun shines
The porch swing squeeks

I don’t feel gloomy
I don’t feel joyful
I feel melancholy

The air is still
The sun fades
The porch swing is empty

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Posted: Jul 2010
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mmichaelm

Insomnia

Past midnight,
in the black pool of morning
filled with brittle silence,

prayers slip and fall like stars
just short of heaven-

the delicate wires
holding up my life entangle

as injured ghosts rattle
and stumble in the dark.
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Posted: May 2010
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Unknown

Buffalo Hunter

Buffalo Hunter

Buffalo move in my sleep each night,
strong footed, pungent, innumerable.
They are annihilated again each time
I wake alone in this small room,

I know there will be no remnant of strays
in the kitchen, nor even one stiff tuft
of curled fur caught on some hinge.

But I close my eyes. I listen. Breathe in.
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Posted: Jun 2010
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caroljoyce

Random rainfall

RANDOM RAINFALL/PLUIE ALEATOIRE

Random rainfall fills soft tender space
Touches every nerve cell on groove of face
Rinses where pining has left its trace
Cleansing wounds from life’s harsh race
Dreams we made were formed from lace

précpiatations aléatoire remplit soft espace d’appel d’offres.....

For love found herself no true home
Desire waits silently crying alone
Hope almost gone flat monotone
No warmth to feel or call its own
Desolation fresh and vital sown

Pour l’amour lui-même ne trouvé acune veritable maision.....

Longing vertebrae winds around
Crushes feelings without a sound
Bewilderment and loss abound
Dissolution all around

Précipitations tombant sur mon visage
C’est just un mirage
Mais parlent pas
Entre deux coeurs qui s’aiment
nul besoin de paroles.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
I have had SUCH a time trying to put those accents on, only to be defeated at the title.
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Unknown

Fragile.

~~FRAGILE~~

She
remains perplexed,
desensitized and isolated.
On a bed of inadequate passion, beneath the scorching heat
of him who conquers and brutalizes,
yet claims true affection.

He
lacks the strength
to allow her to remain chaste.
Forked tongue of fire, intense and unaware of the damage he causes,
in her and through her he ravages,
yet the kisses after are so tender.

She is sufficient .
She can satisfy his
lust and disdain.

She is nothing and yet
she remains sufficient .
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Posted: Jun 2010
About this poem:
My first poem that anyone else saw; turned it in 8th grade English and got an award. :)
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