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This is one of my favourite (rhyming) poem's I've written and I'd appreciate any hints on how to improve it. Its still in raw, just-as-it-was-written form, so I know there ...

I'm not sure about this one. I've only just started to work with non-rhyming poetry (I used to hate blank verse, etc., coz it didnt rhyme..I cant believe myself, sometimes, ...

Does it work here?!?!? I don't really know. In the air, Between the trees, You can feel The cool morning breeze. Up in the trees, A bird if born. Off ...

Not sure where it goes, so it goes in here. Well, hope you like it. Lying there, in the grass, I think about life. What is it That makes it ...

She cuts herself to vent the pain, alleviate the strain, everydays the same. When she gets tired of life, her salvations the knife, become it's slave, it's master and it's ...

My last poem wasn't greatly received, so here goes. Take away my freedom Lock me in a box Keep me against my will With a thousand locks Do you even ...

It sits there like a photograph, a still life painted in the corners of my mind. Leaning closer, I brush aside the cobwebs and taste the colours on my fingertips; ...

I walk alone. My existence-- Means nothing. My very human, Has been forgotten, My utter existence, Doesn't count anymore. When they go counting, They exclude me. I don't amount, So ...

And I was just wondering-- Where have you gone? It was just the other day, It was you I relied on. But now, you've gone, And I don't understand. Now ...

I just wanna get by but I have dreams higher than the sky I feel I can be me anything I want to be but its everything 'round me that ...

I was in a club, the music was loud,When this girl stood out from the crowd.She had one leg and soft red hair,They called her Jilly, the nymphomanic leper.She grooved ...

Mum, I've made a big mistake,I've took on more than I can take,I've scrapped my plans,Failed my exams,I can't see my future anymore.Mum, I've forgotten how to hope,I'm drinking loads ...

He swigs on his can, watching out for the Merc, Another client telling his wife he's been held back at work. His spouce sits legs crossed, in PVC boots, Needing ...

Quiet Obsession Kyle Pate For Lauren Mannis The bridges we cross the roads we take. The cliché names we give our fate. Things I think about in the shower. And ...

There was talk of connection, There were bowed heads and sighs. There was talk of deception, Yet I could see through the lies. There was talk of abduction, There were ...