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He sat on the edge of his bed at midnight staring at into the night. Straight ahead is nothing but an empty field. Barren-a piece of the earth that the ...

Most of this poem was based on a true story/true stories...mostly of my own...I'm from California and I've spent summers there and when summers over, sadly, you must go back. ...

In the city of Atlanta, The simplest game of hide-and-seek, Turns into murder He asphyxiates underground, He’s an unsolved mystery ...

This poem is really short... I couldn't think of anything else. : Shrugs : I prayed for oceans At the ...

NOTE: This poem is sort of just about those who comitted suicide and veterans. But I can't decide on a title. I asked God to start the world over just ...

This is the new way of living. Trapped inside my overrated hometown. We live in a house where we make our own mustard and skateboard down abandoned avenues. up the ...

Paper Boy By Morgan Harper Verse One saturday same routine goind down the same old streets Pre Chorus tell me what you're thinking what are you thinking Chorus your closet ...

Records line the beige and orange walls Volkswagons are only trendy When you paint them in daisies. I don't really know the girl with the beads dangling from the ceiling ...

NOTE: I wrote this poem in less than 1 minute. I just started thinking and writing...I've never done that before. Heh, record breaking. Anyway, this si what I came up ...

gliding along a two-lane highway at 95 miles per hour you speed over lime green lakes and wash past silvery skies and the "Don't mess with Texas" postcard sits in ...

::a few things to forget:: add water to the ocean just to watch it go again turning into rain found on porchsteps of American homes because little children feel that's ...

I watched dirt roads wrap themselves around the world and then around your fingers, hoping it would teach you a lesson or two about leaving your life in the hands ...

a farewell. a long, sad goodbye. for many years, he held onto his trangression and locked it in the gun rack leaving it in its disposition: oiled and shined, loaded ...

once it's the new year, it's all over sitting in a crowded waffle house just off the interstate. and everyone's saying, "hey, it's been raining all year" as the drunk ...

we were buried at the back of our church graveyard. a lot of us died in those fast summer cars. there were no billboards to remind us to slow down. ...

I was inspired to write this after reading Wallace Steven's "Thirteen Ways to See a Blackbird." I. His eyes were fixed on dark, flat rooftops and the birds that moved ...

I died on Salem Bridge above the Salem River where my father takes his boats out in the middle of the night. where he sips his loyal moonshine and doesn't ...

Imagine Piano Driven...Key of G. Structure wise, my intentions were for it to seem a little disoriented, not very consistent I suppose. I am possibly recording this this afternoon. If ...

Note: If you feel this should be in a different thread, please suggest. Also, it may sound better with an audio...I'm not genius of reading poetry, but I just felt ...

there were men in colored suits on faded album covers and I asked him if they still played shows, but of course he didn't know what yesterday had taught him ...

my father was a gracious man in summer's endless fields he ripped down wheat in a place where "even beyond all the colors," he said "all Texans will never be ...

sympathy for a machine's sudden death and a blow to the head I don't know now plaid shirts, a hurricane in my mouth brings a long awkward pause no thought ...

Shell by shell, imperfection compresses itself into mid-air. It creates a silent state of delirium throughout upstate New York. Right before human eyes, it made the front page and we’re ...