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The View From Halfway Down
The weak breeze whispers nothing / The water screams sublime / His feet shift, teeter-totter
@Lzzy5xs
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I know why the caged bird sings
A free bird leaps on the back / Of the wind and floats downstream / Till the current ends and dips his wing
Maya Angelou
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My Love
my love / thy hair is one kingdom / the king whereof is darkness
E. E. Cummings
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Do You Know Why Men Cry in the Bathroom? (2013, can u believe it)
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom / For so many reasons. / I will tell you the why.
@nat-lipstadt
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What Can Your Idol Do?
#*Can it love you like God loves you, with a love that is better than life? / Can it connect you to eternal beauty? Can it save you? Can it redeem you? / Can it lift you out of the miry pit? Can it make you clean enough to finally feel acceptable?
@alyssa-underwood
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Lord, why did you make me Black
Lord, Lord, / Why did You make me Black? / Why did You make me someone
@jada-giavanna-jones
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Damn I Miss You!
That pure innocent smile, / Your childish face and that side profile, / Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
@piyush-gahlot
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The Rose
the rose / is dying the / lips of an old man murder
E. E. Cummings
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Hanged
I hung myself today. Hanged? Whatever, point is I hanged myself today and I'm still hanging. / I feel fine. Just bored. I keep hoping that someone will come home and cut me down but then I keep remembering that if i knew someone like that I wouldn't be up here. Bit ironic, right? Or is that not ironic? I read somewhere that, like, anything funny is, in some way, ironic. But I don't know if it's funny or not. I don't think my brain *owns* "funny," you know? / I feel taller. I like that.
@bo-burnham
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I'm Still On My Feet
Black surges, forges piling emotion, / Foraging, attaining such predicted erosion. / Color the rubies to a diluted amber,
@Carbon6_dio
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Anxiety
The rustle of sheets / the pacing of feet / and the lights outside flicker
@tatiana
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i let myself drown
when people are in love / they often say / they simply fell
@sweetless
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Incest Is Best
Grandpa sits in his favorite chair, / Spots his granddaughter and starts to stare, / Whips out his dick and starts to stroke,
@alan-w-jankowski
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O Fathima Only To Kiss Your Feet (Song of paradise upon her arrival)
When you stepped in my door, / I realised I was Paradise / in my heart and soul.
@shofi-ahmed
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Thy Fingers Make Early Flowers
Thy fingers make early flowers / of all things. / thy hair mostly the hours love:
E. E. Cummings
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Progress
I almost forgot about you today. A sizable / spill of coffee shot me to my feet, holding / up my mocha-soaked notebook like an
@bo-burnham
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Carved Cranium
Draining life to fill it with / watered-down pain, can he feel now? If my teeth make / an appearance, you'll be given your fix of my 'happiness,'
@Carbon6_dio
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Roses are Red
I’ve never received a flower / Or even a rose / But I’m a guy
@devante-moore
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Love so young
He calls her his princess, his beautiful queen / yes everything's perfect this isn't a dream. / They are amazing together, a couple so sweet
@andy-cave
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Municipal Gum
Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. / At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. / This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land.
@trang-nguyen
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Nature (Sonnet)
I see the sunlight dappled on the hill, / A balmy afternoon in the late Spring, / I hear the sweet beautiful birdsong still;
@marian
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Your Feet
When I cannot look at your face / I look at your feet. / Your feet of arched bone,
Pablo Neruda
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A Life
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, / This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. / Here's yesterday, last year ---
Sylvia Plath
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Candy Grin
The false crisendo of your words / Grate against my every nerves. / Wandering round
@iska
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