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Guy.... I messed up, We both know its true, I need you back, It’s getting harder to breath, and my face is turning blue. I'll sit here in Agony, And ...

life's the same day after day days begin and end in the same old way my emotions are drained, my mind astray, if only it would rain and wash my ...

I don't know what's gotten into me with this sudden cliche rhyming scheme but God, I pray it goes away. and if you had taken me away, the way you ...

Charon’s Mis-metered Limerick upon reflecting on the peculiar state of mind created by 2 1/2 hours of sleep My silence of mind is lost, now, dropped into pools of phonographs ...

Found Poem – Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man p. 79 Half Dublin was witless; circling round the neighbouring square, down sidestreets, a skeleton map in his mind. ...

This was written by one of my friends. Please crit. Cold and dank and all encompasing Its tendrils swirl towards you Hiding, muffling, smothering, choking Those tendrils wrap you close ...

Unseen monsters creeping under your bed, Hungry, gleaming eyes watching your every move, Winged menaces fluttering through the thick, cold mist, Furry, fanged creatures crouching on your rooftop, The

Bitter jazz band Swing the music I know so well I’m dancing across his life Wringing drinks above his weary head He’s a sinner And I’m woman scorned You shouldn’t ...

Okay, so I know I'm not a poet but this is what I got in attempt to write a song...it's about a girl who's (guy) best friend dies, and he ...

If you like to write poetry check this contest out! Please, we need more entries! Thanks! It is on YWS contest page. Winner gets 1000 points !

The flame that surrounds me Like the fire in your eye Burns all around me In the crimson sky The pain that hurts me The hurt that won't stop So ...

When I was a girl My mother would say 'Don't say mean things in the rain For you can't predict the day' When I got older I remembered what she ...

Pain Come Softly Believe me like you did before the rain, like when with Night we sang the hymn of lost travail. Empirical intents attain the whims of times and ...

It’s late, I enter to an empty house. Cold...alone.. I head up the stairs, no one. I grab a drink from the kitchen and walk to my room, Then I ...

Gods how I love you so much And I'm itching just to feel your touch I want you to have my soul my flesh and blood But you've left me ...