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my first non rhyming poem lol.Rate this Poem
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the worst storm of all |
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abusive |
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the ride of my life |
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she wants you. |
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the girl who had to die. |
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a dozen roses. |
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carpe diem |
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the way i feel |
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the park. |
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explaining it
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Created on 4-30-08
going through life without a question why she explains her words through poetry.
a delicate flower of a heart that has been crushed many a time before.
bears it's sole before you on paper.
whether you understand it, or it perplexes you.
she knows it is beautiful and does not need reconition.
a vibrant mind and a luminous soul.
she knows that the world holds many a treasure for her and wont let obsticles stop it.
wether you want it, or it just makes you cringe.
she knows it will happen and does not need support.
she sees beauty in others that the world cannot see.
and she is ready to explore it.
many good men have died trying less.
here it starts, starting by expression of thought, thought through poetry, expression is flowing.
flowing like hot tea out of the kettle, into your mouth like a baby bird.
you breathe these meaninless words and eat on them too.
this trife that i'm selling, it might even be true.
a delicate flower of a heart that has been crushed many a time before.
bears it's sole before you on paper.
whether you understand it, or it perplexes you.
she knows it is beautiful and does not need reconition.
a vibrant mind and a luminous soul.
she knows that the world holds many a treasure for her and wont let obsticles stop it.
wether you want it, or it just makes you cringe.
she knows it will happen and does not need support.
she sees beauty in others that the world cannot see.
and she is ready to explore it.
many good men have died trying less.
here it starts, starting by expression of thought, thought through poetry, expression is flowing.
flowing like hot tea out of the kettle, into your mouth like a baby bird.
you breathe these meaninless words and eat on them too.
this trife that i'm selling, it might even be true.
Please Login to post comments| On May 2nd 2008 keegan4606 Said : | |
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wonderful. love the choice of words!! |
