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Does he know?No.I only saw him once,but that glimpse started it all.Now I long to see himevery day.Does he know I exist?Maybe.I can't talk to him,though.I blame my shyness,but being ...

When I dream,I dream of flying.Not of falling,but of soaring.I leave the ground behind,and reach upto touch the clouds,floating high in the sky.They say they're made of water,yet when I ...

What's insideis kept hidden,safe,for a good reason.Because when I open up,let others seewhat I think,who I truly am,I run the riskof having it crushed,hurt beyond repair.That is whyit is kept ...

Spoiler! : This poem and "This is Me" were both inspired by another poem I read called "I am a Poet", so the two that I wrote are very similar. ...

I seethe clouds gatheron the horizonto drive away the sun.Pure white,they rise upand envelop the sky,covering the they draw near,bright flashesbegin to appear,and I feelthe thunder's rumbledeep in my

I am caught in the middleof an uncontrollable storm.Only you can calm it.I am forever lost,constantly trying to find my way.Only you can lead me.I am always stumbling,unable to find ...

HappinessIs lying on the grassCool and prickly to your fingertipsWith a warm sun aboveHappinessIs listening to the birdsSinging out their musicFinally free of winterHappinessIs seeing flowers growAn a

What is silence?Is itWhen there is no sound of humans,No talking, no laughter?Is itWhen the birds don't sing,Not sounding their presence?Is itWhen you can't hearThe voice of a running stream?Is ...

It bubbles upThrough your torsoTugs at the cornersOf your mouthThey spreadAnd your eyes crinkleThe sound explodesFrom your mouthYour body shakesWith itThe breath is takenFrom you, yetIt feels goodSpir

Excitement races through meas a new challenge arises.I have watched others do itand now I longto possess this talent as well.Clean, white paperwaiting to be brought to lifewith words of ...

A blank canvasWaiting to be filled with array of colorsAlive, quivering in their jars.A simple brushto channel the imaginationburning with ideas.With theseA heart is set free.

Spoiler! : Okay, this is something I wrote about two months ago. This is really the most depressing thing I have ever written. I'm not even sure what I was ...

My God, why have You forsaken me?When I stumble on a twisted path of darkness,I feel as though all hope has left me,And that is when You rescue me.You are ...

An ancient trackWinding its way up a mountainRusted rails, rotten woodWeeds reaching up to choke itAn abandoned stationThe clamor of passengers long since lostBaggage carts standing emptyThe depot cru

This is one of the first creepy/dark poems I have written, so I am not sure how it turned out. This actually was kind of based off a line from ...

This is just a super-quick poem that got rid of my writer's block a couple days ago. Any and all comments welcome!Lying in an pool of water,floating in a sea ...

Alone in the yardLying on the grassSoft and cool beneath meStaring up at the cloudsStreaks of white on a blue canvasA tree stands off to the sideIts branches reaching out ...

Where were you on 9/11?For me, I was in a classroom.Full-day kindergarten.When the planes hit the towers,I was having fun with my friends.I had no idea at allthat anything was ...

What happens when night-time comes?We retreat inside our houses,turn on the lights,try to drive away the invasive darkness.Nothing outsideis able to hold our attention,but there is concealed beautyin

I am alone in the night;utterly alone.Darkness surrounds me;infinite, impenetrable.The feel of the groundbeneath my feetis my only my hands,I hold a bit of light.The soft glowwarms meand fills me ...

Walking in late afternoon,through trees whose bare branchesstretch up to touch the pale blue sky,happiness is prevalent within dog pants at my side,the sunlight reflecting off his golden fur.Leaves cr

Okay, I just decided to try something new this time and write a poem meant to be in Spanish. I wrote it first in English, but I need help with ...

I can feel it sneaking up on me again,claws extended, ready to can silence my writing in one sweep,making the ink stop flowing,and my mind go blank.Sometimes I am able ...

In my secret garden, there's a moonlit path among the murmuring violets and whispering peonies. Beneath the starlit sky, te cobblestones shine silver, winding underneat the willows. A small stream

In a rose garden, a single flower stands out, white in a red sea. Its size matters not. The rose draws my eyes towards it, and captivates me. Roses red ...