I am, but you are not
If you are, then I am not
If something exists then it is one
If there are two then it is nothing
By mixing one color into another
colorless does not become colorful
Success is not obtained with sayings or deeds
I am not ashamed, he is not smiling at me.
Of all humans of this world
myself is not as your favorite one
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Posted: Jul 2013
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I think I am in love when your silence breaks my heart to pieces
I helpless wait to hear you say I Love You
I think I am in love when you ask for love from a passerby
brazenly ask for approval and
discreetly I turn away to let my heart die
I think I am in love when my tears shut my eyes
and urgently I say I Love You
I think I am in love Oh! Oh! Oh! ssssheess!
It is just a dream
I think I am in love.
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Posted: Jun 2013
About this poem:
I was very hurt to find out that the guy I liked so much was interested more in using me to go after other women. He flirted and even followed around some of the women and asked me what I thought about them, their looks and deamenaor. We are still friends and my heart still aches.
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Pain poetry..
The hurting kind
Where the screaming soul
is what you'll find
Arrows in the heart
Eyes flooded with tears
Endless sleepless nights
Frightning shadow fears
Pain screamers
People with a need
Grasping for the light
that kills the evil seed
A pain hell child looking
for ressurrection
Pain poetry mirrors that
reflection~
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Posted: Sep 2011
About this poem:
a muse..
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Author: Unknown
IF IT’S DAWN IT’S TIME FOR ME TO YAWN AND MOURN
Heed not these words which utter I
I of foolishness born
Hush to the truth I cannot deny
Because i was birthed only to mourn
I mourn the loss of yesterday
When doors needn’t be locked
A kid could go outside to play
if a visitor came all they did was knocked
I mourn the loss of my friend’s best friend
That is a young man no one should ignore
Despite the fact that he knew it could mean his end
Yet and still the young man took off for war
I mourn for the way the oceans are mistreated and taken advantage of
I mourn for each death, each injury, each disease and I mourn the death for love
The litany of items on my list of complaints is way to long to mention
And I am still mulling over whether or not I should add an extention
I feel as if I were a lamb being tortured and shorn
And the truth is I was solely born to mourn
© 2011.….Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
i know that she knows that i know why she thinks i wrote this poem
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From my heart come
words of meaning
emotion overflows.
Twining paths of
locomotion sometimes
overflow.
Calmly catching
gently winding
words of utter prose.
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
A friend on this site inspired me to write this. I dedicate this to him. Thank you. Peace.
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Author: Unknown
you are my power of life..
with you, i could smile till my dimple come
with you, i could dream of future
with you, i could forget hurt by past
with you, i feel my life worthed
with you, i feel blind that there is more than 1 million guy in the world..
i love u so much..
and you're gone..
i feel aching..
i feel breaking..
i feel empty..
i am tumbling..
i am suffering..
i am dying..
i can't live without you
i hope your heart could touch your mind,
and make you come back to me
i am here waiting you..
no one else in my life but you
it's you dear..
only you..
before God take my life.
i want to see you once again,
and tell you how much i love you
and to make you sure that i didn't lie to you
i love you so much dear..
feel me
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
this poem for my bf, or ex bf.. but for me he is always my love. he leaved me but forever he is my love.
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Author: Unknown
ANYBODY GOT ME A COT?
So here’s the problem as I see the situation
No one ever looks around too well
Survey the area and it will lead you to information
alas, you must follow me, because I have the map to Hell
I mean if you ask me that’s where everyone is bound
Name me one person you know who never sins
So I searched up, down, on the landscape and found the hollow echo of a bell with not a sound
Now follow me because this is where the madness begins
It begins and ends with fire, heat and unbearable screams
And I’m telling you to get ready for the fire
But remember, prepare yourself for damnable dreams
Because Hell is reserved for every sinner, sucker and liar
In Hell ain’t nobody got no cot, no hammock nor bed
And I tell you to look around at every man, woman and child
Keep the fact that you’re going to Hell firmly planted in your head
Because hell is the price one pays for the planet we earthlings defiled
© 2011.…~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
PATHETIC PEOPLE ARE PERPETUALLY PISSING AND/OR PUKING ON THIS PUNY PLANET
AND DOWN THERE, WHEN THEY ASK ME WHAT TYPE OF POETRY IS, I WANT EVERONE TO REMEMBER, IT IS GHAZAI FOR TWO YEARS I TOOK A DOUBLE MAJOR, CREATIVE WRITING/ANALYTICAL POETRY, ME AND AIN'T NO ONE IN MY GRADUATING CLASS CAN TELL YOU NEITHER. AND BY THE WAY GOOGLE WATER CHARITYAND FIND OUT WHAT ONLY TWENTY BUCKS CAN BUY YOU! thanks, you may want to thank me! ~free cee!~
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i see the sun shine
i feel the light touch my body
i tell my self the light is love
I can feel it but i cant touch it
every morning i feel the sun shine
everyday i feel love
i feel the sunshine but i cant reach the source
i feel the love but i cant reach them
in the night i laughed alone
Tried to find love
and the silent night whispered
that i am not deserved to be loved
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Posted: Jun 2011
About this poem:
its so hurt me!!!
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Author: Unknown
Banners blow while a silken flag waves
both signifying a country gone awry
men dig ever more six foot deep graves
as I stand aside and ponder why
American flags must surely be costly
what with all that red, white and blue material
while the deaths of countless soldiers seems immaterial to the Commander In Chief
who seems chiefly unconcerned about supplying armor for vehicles who drive directly over destruction
occupied by occupants who occasionally incur a blur from the desert sand and significant insanity in a land of lamentable leaders bent on brutality
as I become buried ever deeper in compassion bemoaning every unneccessary casualty of a war wrought and fought in futility
as corpses continue to constitute the inconsistency of combat-----
for instance Corporal Carl Conway who died trying to liberate a country inhabited by an alliance who owe their allegiance to Allah
and believe in what might as well be a cookbook they call the Koran--
man, they may as well adhere to to the doctrine of Duran Duran and dance
per chance
So i have what may be a superlative idea indeed
take all the silk they use for the red, white and blue
and instead of causing casualties of battle to bleed
sell all the silk for armor and armaments our heroes are so aptly due
(c) 2011....~free cee!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
they are going to give me a litany of choices as to what type of poetry this is....since the first four lines rhyme and then the body is all over the place, and once again the last four lines rhyme I call this type of poem, among many others i've written "~free cee's!~ Hybrid poetry...thanks for reading me, ~free!~ despite the fact that i had a double major in creative writing and analytical poetry I have no clue as to what the hell "Ghazil" is---if any pretty 54-62 year old woman in the south Fla. area can define it to me I'd be more than content to listen...as to men who want to fill me in....go teach a course in it somewhere and i'll google it!
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Quietly I write the
words that flow from my
head to my pen.
I never know when it will
happen-possibly now maybe
then.
My mind has been full
of emotion-smiles, frowns
and tears
So much more and intense
than ever before in all
my years.
Perhaps it is a crossroad
that I must face and
choose
A totally different path
so I will win
not lose.
I know there must be
change-I think I
can do it.
But maybe it
would be easier to
have someone to
go through it.
It will happen
no matter what-
anyway.
I hope I find you
if not now but
another day.
Forward I go
Head held high
Eyes alight and
Searching a starlit
Sky.
Day or night it
doesn't matter-
Happy inside I
would be rather.
Peace.
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Posted: Jan 2011
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