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Cait999
Cait999
I'm new at poetry. I have a lot of inspiration, but I am not very good at turning inspiration into a good poem.
The rain falling on my hair Breathing in the freshest of air I guess nows the time to go inside And to come back out when the rain has dried But rain has such a nice sound When it falls against the ground No such comfort can be found No such comfort can be found
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
The Comfort of Rain
Dear Algebra, Please stop asking us To find your x She left Don't ask y From, Algebra students
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
Algebra
This world: The fluctuate "what if's" grinding away from our minds opinions clash the truth is concealed Flash The truth is revealed photos don't lie click the lies are concealed photos don't lie the perpetual hot water This world: Lies are the new truths
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
The Truth is Concealed
You say you love rain But you still put up your umbrella when it rains You say you love running But you still sigh when we have to run You say you love food But you never seem to have an appetite And that is why I'm scared When you say you love me
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
Lies. All Lies.
I remember back when The most pain I felt was when I skinned my knees And war was nothing more than a card game When friends were for real And the only fights I got in was play fighting with my brothers I remember when drinking soda was the highlight of my day And when I could tell my parents anything Those were the days And I couldn't wait to grow up
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 11:36 AM UTC
Remember Back When
My hands are shaking My life is changing I try to hold the reins And get into control Just to be throw off my horse again But it looks Like there is a smooth Patch of field ahead
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Growing Up
Miss that dog Like the sky misses the stars I said I miss the dog Like the sky misses the stars I miss petting her in the morning And saying “Good morning Mac”
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
Miss That Dog
Under the cherry tree The dog rests her head Lolls her tongue Yawns big Then rests her head Carefully between her front paws Looks up alert Oh no! A bucket! Now her head is trapped In the bucket In an attempt to get it off She walks into a fence (where did that come from?) Then two gentle hands Come to the rescue And the bucket leaves her alone
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Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
Dog vs. Bucket