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The City of Time
The City of Time Rusted bells clang together in bitter defeat The cold and desolate bell tower Rolling waves roar against the weeping docks Churning and coiling in the wrenching ...
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Thunderstorm
Thunderstorm On the interstate one dismal afternoon All seemed too peaceful and quiet The swollen clouds rolled and churned The smell of rain enriched the heavy air The gray sky ...
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The Child Abused
I open my eyesAnd look to the stars“Who am I?” I ask“But a jumble of scars.”Abuse and traumaA portrait of my lifeMy broken heart shatteredThis is my strifeI dread my ...
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No Words Can Describe
The water ripples in webs of beauty Intricate, weaving through the glassy surface The storm clouds breach to reveal wonder Illuminating the land of darkness below the heavens The tornadoes ...
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To Feel One's Pain; To Feel One's Joy
To feel one’s pain; to feel one’s joy To know one’s heart Not the facades they deploy To love one even in their filth And forgive them when their control ...
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The Vow to Never Love Again
(I decided to try a new styel of poetry and see what it was like. Please tell me what you ...
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Song of the Exile (revised by suggestions)
Song of the Exile A missing place Within my heart One I cannot escape It tortures my soul I am ...
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Tapestry of Ages
Tapestry of Ages The labyrinth of life Bewildering and mesmerizing A great tapestry of time Intricate and perilous All we ...
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Saving Grace
Saving Grace Life, heart deteriorating Entangled in my own raw misery That did not cease strangling me As the clawing ...
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Death Parade
Monotonous drumming echoes dismally As the soldiers march through the once cheerful streets Feigning a precious solemnity Though their hearts ...
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Sheltered (revised)
Locked away in the towers of safety Shackled to protection’s prison As you watch your world crumble to ashes They ...
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the ripples in the water are not gentle anymore
The ripples in the water are not gentle anymore I watch heavy glass fall into Shades of translucent blue The water waving to the departing hills Which glide over its ...
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No more
I know this is probably a terrible and cliche poem, but I was convinced to post it and at least get some feedback. No more tears for the thirsty, longing ...
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Final Lullaby
Please stay nearby You know I try To not let your memory Pass me by Do not cry Let me die Just hold my hand And say goodbye No need ...
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The Hope that Bloomed Again
(hey, I haven't post a poem in a long time, but decided I might as well post my latest poem for English. It might be a little cliche and I ...
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Too High to Land
Goodness, it has been forever since I posted a poem. I apologize in advance; it has been a long time. Too High to Land Green shadows fly high above the ...