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kittyhart
kittyhart
17/F my heart is worth more to anyone than they realize
My poems I find They bring me peace The words fall All into place. It helps me to cope It helps me see That some days I just need to be me.
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Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 11:11 AM UTC
Bring Me Peace
this is a simple poem I decided to make my great aunt is in the hospital for heavens sake. im writing her a letter hoping she gets it soon I love her so much hopefully before that afternoon
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Mar 11, 2021
Mar 11, 2021 at 9:37 AM UTC
A poem for a loved one
She tells me to stop ad smell the roses She tells me to take the smell of them all in so I do so Soon I cut her a flower I give it to her I then tell her You stop and smell
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Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 11:26 AM UTC
Bright red roses
My flowers they bloom bloom in spring die in winter. there is one flower one I enjoy most I put on in the vase and enjoy its company violets are pretty as well as tulips blue roses are my favorite this might be because I would lay in them everyday like a kid in snow or maybe its because they show me where to go
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:45 AM UTC
My Flowers
Walking through the mucky trench The sound of the duckboards creaking under my feet I think to myself why this is happening Why I am here I hear the men shouting behind me I see the people getting some rest in the dug outs Commanders shouting orders as men go up and over the parapet Yelling as they run into no man’s land The sound of gunfire and explosions They sound so distant to me I try to block the sound of men in agony in the communication trench the agony of the blood pounding in my ears driving me forward I stand next to a man who I consider my best friend down in the trenches He looks over at me and gives me a thumbs up I hope to myself that this will all be over soon I hope that I will be able to make it At that moment before we left The world stood still Everything was quiet Birds sung a song of hope in the distance However that doesn’t last long My heart begins to pound as I hear the whistle blow making us move forward We climb up the ladders and over the sandbags We run into battle We cross over the barbed wire Some getting caught Others helping others over The sound of my flesh taring as it glides by a sharp edge I think about my wife My daughter Sitting at home in sadness as the wonder Will I make it I hold tight to my helmet The men around me yell as they fire their guns Some not as lucky I look back seeing the last of the brave people running behind me The constant gunfire no longer making my ears ring I hold onto the cross that was in my hand The man beside me is wounded and down But my feet compel me forward My friend from before was caught in a fire I run to him hoping to save his life All he told me was to keep going I left him alone to die there I continue to run as more and more solders are shot down And in a moment of realization a land mine was set off I was thrown into the air about ten feet And in the one last second I was alive I felt the presence of my father telling me everything was alright
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Jan 18, 2021
Jan 18, 2021 at 9:00 AM UTC
Trench Warfare
Walking through the mucky trench The sound of the duckboards creaking under my feet I think to myself why this is happening Why I am here I hear the men shouting behind me I see the people getting some rest in the dug outs Commanders shouting orders as men go up and over the parapet Yelling as they run into no man’s land The sound of gunfire and explosions They sound so distant to me I try to block the sound of men in agony in the communication trench the agony of the blood pounding in my ears driving me forward I stand next to a man who I consider my best friend down in the trenches He looks over at me and gives me a thumbs up I hope to myself that this will all be over soon I hope that I will be able to make it At that moment before we left The world stood still Everything was quiet Birds sung a song of hope in the distance However that doesn’t last long My heart begins to pound as I hear the whistle blow making us move forward We climb up the ladders and over the sandbags We run into battle We cross over the barbed wire Some getting caught Others helping others over The sound of my flesh taring as it glides by a sharp edge I think about my wife My daughter Sitting at home in sadness as the wonder Will I make it I hold tight to my helmet The men around me yell as they fire their guns Some not as lucky I look back seeing the last of the brave people running behind me The constant gunfire no longer making my ears ring I hold onto the cross that was in my hand The man beside me is wounded and down But my feet compel me forward My friend from before was caught in a fire I run to him hoping to save his life All he told me was to keep going I left him alone to die there I continue to run as more and more solders are shot down And in a moment of realization a land mine was set off I was thrown into the air about ten feet And in the one last second I was alive I felt the presence of my father telling me everything was alright
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Its national poetry day Grab your pen and write This goes from day to night.
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Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 6:18 AM UTC
Happy poetry day
You go through life And you go through pain You wish that death would take away the pain. Your arms hurt Your eyes cry As you are slowly saying goodbye.
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Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
Life and death
I sit there watching the clock Wondering if time will ever stop. Sitting there With a blank stare, Looking at the clock.
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Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Time
Ever sense that day I cant say the word, It pains me when I hear it, Because I was not heard. I hated that guy, So much it pained, I kept saying it and saying it, And now it remains. The thoughts that go through my head, They jump around, But I still can't shake his laughing sound.
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Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
Stop
the word, it starts with an R. four letters, one syllable, two people. living that life was hard enough, but what's harder was not giving up
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
the word