Poet B: Poems

Sep 17 · 37

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Poet B Sep 17

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When I die one day,

I'll be remembered for years,

then one day I won't.

Sep 17 · 3.9k

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Poet B Sep 17

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Down the street in town,

a little girl walks around,

her parents not there.

Sep 17 · 40

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Poet B Sep 17

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Finding a purpose,

is like finding a unicorn,

you must believe first.

Sep 16 · 52

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Poet B Sep 16

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Push me and shove me,

make me bleed out on your hands,

I'll still love you so.

Sep 16 · 46

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Poet B Sep 16

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Starving is a punch,

one thats uncomfortable pain,

I am in a fight.

Sep 16 · 54

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Poet B Sep 16

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My hands are *******,

my heart is in a tight grip,

I don't know who's hands.

Sep 15 · 46

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Poet B Sep 15

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Bound me in ropes,

tie me up high,

put logs under my body,

set sparks along the binds,

then watch as they climb,

higher and higher,

up onto my dress,

I'll be burned like the trees under me,

my screams louder than the bells,

the smell of cooked flesh,

washing through all around.

Sep 15 · 39

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Poet B Sep 15

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"Grant Mercy,"
they plead as they bled.

"Mercy."
I scoff as I mock.

"That was not given by you,
so it shall not be given to you."

"You will have the twinge of regret,
as I make you bleed in a fret."

Sep 15 · 49

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Poet B Sep 15

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Enlighten the world,

tell them the cause of struggle,

Wait, your unable.

Sep 15 · 37

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Poet B Sep 15

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I made fire catch-

the sparks burning those near me,

charring my whole world.

Sep 15 · 74

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Poet B Sep 15

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Roses have thorns,

but their beauty makes them wanted.

If a person wants them to be unable to harm,

they cut off the roses thorns-

leaving them defenseless.

Sep 15 · 68

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Poet B Sep 15

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The water rushed at her face,

the priest dunking her in.

Mouth closed tight-

eyes closed tighter-

Pulled back up,
she couldn't help but wonder,

Was she now a child of God?

Why couldn't she have been before?

Now was she worthy to go to heaven,

or had she always been?

Sep 15 · 53

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Poet B Sep 15

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Hold my hand-
I don't want to be alone.

Hold my heart-
I don't want to be alone.

Hold me-
I don't want to be alone.

I can't be alone, but I can't grab a hold-

please, don't leave me alone.

Sep 15 · 42

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Poet B Sep 15

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Cool air washed over,

as I went in-

a place never meant to see the light.

Sep 15 · 48

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Poet B Sep 15

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Holding a branch-

under I go,

a place hidden from the sky.

Sep 15 · 1.5k

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Poet B Sep 15

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Whispers about willows,

their leaves sealing secrets,

blocking them from the sun.

Sep 11 · 49

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Poet B Sep 11

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Murdered by love I was told,

another girl broken by a tale long grown old.

To be so naive is a sad thing in its own,

though I was once on that very throne.

Now I watch with pity,

as those girls think they're too pretty.

But no one will go easy,

and they'll be seen as ******.

Sep 11 · 48

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Poet B Sep 11

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I sit, waiting for my moment.

Though that moment won't come if I just sit.

When will I have the courage to stand?

To do something with the limited time I have,

the never-ending timer counting down.

Why won't I stand even with the reminder my time won't be back?

Sep 11 · 62

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Poet B Sep 11

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Fear went through her soul,

piercing her icy facade.

Did he know she was acting?

Sep 11 · 302

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Poet B Sep 11

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"I'm craving a pinnapple,"

she said to her dead phone.

Her voice trembled as she glanced

over to the man watching her from the corner.

Sep 11 · 60

My Ice Cream Flavor

Poet B Sep 11

My Ice Cream Flavor

If I was an ice cream,

I would be Cookies and Cream.

Always enjoyable but never the best.

A "Close Pick," the one chosen when the favorite isn't an option.

Sep 11 · 68

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Poet B Sep 11

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I still question if life is worth it,

a thought that I wish I could ignore.

I don't know why the idea rooted itself in me,

but killing it felt like a chore.

Now, even as I weep from its hold,

I question if it is there for a reason...

Sep 11 · 64

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Poet B Sep 11

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Leave me to rest on my tower of lies.

Laying in regret, while you go on by.

Sep 11 · 46

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Poet B Sep 11

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Twisted terrors,
in my heart.

Catacombs,
in my soul.

I am a structure,
people don't explore.

Sep 10 · 56

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Poet B Sep 10

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I love you,

I hate you-

I
just need some time,
just some space.

Sep 10 · 49

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Poet B Sep 10

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You were my sun; my bright star,
center of my life,
I gravitated to you...

Sep 10 · 47

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Poet B Sep 10

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A lie turned to four,
stories made to hide more.

Turning friendships into dust,
causing breakups over mistrust.

Lying causes momentary rest,
but after all it is not best.

Sep 9 · 34

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Poet B Sep 9

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Hope is a seed,
somewhat a ****.

Growing tough,
through the rough.

Staying in our flower bed,
even when we think its dead.

Sep 9 · 48

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Poet B Sep 9

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I feel that languages are a barrier that prevents people from communicating...

Ich bin der Meinung, dass Sprachen eine Barriere darstellen, die die Kommunikation zwischen Menschen verhindert.

Я считаю, что языки являются барьером, мешающим людям общаться.

Penso che le lingue siano una barriera che impedisce alle persone di comunicare.

Siento que los idiomas son una barrera que impide a las personas comunicarse.

Tell me to add a language, and I will.

Sep 9 · 57

Ich fühle mich gebrochen,

Poet B Sep 9

Ich fühle mich gebrochen,

Cracked.
Ragged.
Spilt.
Torn.
Old.
Me.
I.

Sep 9 · 4.9k

Caged

Poet B Sep 9

Caged

My dreams are my minds release,
nightmares are my cage,
I am usually locked up.

Sep 9 · 72

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Poet B Sep 9

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Shadows danced in the moonlight,
flickers of the past,
the memories of before.

Sep 9 · 56

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Poet B Sep 9

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Flowers danced in the silence-
brushing on my hands,
tickling me through my tears.

Sep 8 · 64

My Greatest Fears

Poet B Sep 8

My Greatest Fears

I say "I don't know,"
though I have a few.

I just don't feel like explaining them-
the complex emotions that plague my view.

Death;
I will seemingly disappear,
my mind shutting off for eternity.

Public Image;
I will never be seen by another,
as what I see myself as.

Missing Out;
I will somehow miss an important moment,
one that would've changed everything in my life.

Imperfection;
I will be seen as a failure,
a girl that was a waste of time.

If you want to, share your fears in the comments.

Sep 8 · 35

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Poet B Sep 8

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Why do I put words out to the world?

I don't know anymore.

Is it from the want of attention? The crave of praise?

Is it from my mind wanting to find belong in a world that I feel pushes me aside?

Is it to find people who have similar views? Or ones that are new?

I don't know and it causes me unrest- doubt clawing at my heart under the weight of expectations that hold me to the floor-

and even as I write this, it got me no where closer to knowing why.

Why do I put my words out to the world?

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Sep 8 · 38

Wishing Well

Poet B Sep 8

Wishing Well

I

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into a wishing well,
my body hitting the water,
causing a splash.

The coins on the bottom

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as I bumped the ground.

My gaze

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as water invaded my eyes.

It poured into my mouth,
stopping my heart-

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Suddenly it beat again-
then it stopped once more.

Sep 8 · 44

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Poet B Sep 8

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The church is many things all at once,
release and freedom,
tight and constricting,
different for everyone who steps inside.

A enchanting place that holds peace,
an escape from the world,
promising a time of relaxation after death.

A cage that sends chains around the heart-
locking you into fear ridden silence.
Your mind fearful of a being unseen.

Sep 7 · 65

The reaper

Poet B Sep 7

The reaper

I danced with the reaper,
his sythe on the ground.

                        His cold hands sliding along my back,
                              spinning me dizzily around.

Right as his grip tightened the music stopped,
and I felt his boney hands drop.

                         His gaze shifted to another soul,
                           and I felt a sense of relief roll.

As I went to leave I heard them dance,
but she didn't finish her dance with death.

Sep 7 · 55

meoP esreveR ehT

Poet B Sep 7

meoP esreveR ehT

Us means We.
Dreams mean Desires.
Together us mean Fires,
passion means flames.

Sep 7 · 45

The Reverse Poem

Poet B Sep 7

The Reverse Poem

Flames means passion
Fires mean us together.
Desires mean dreams.
We means us.

Sep 7 · 221

Pieces

Poet B Sep 7

Pieces

I snapped my heart to fit your image,

the
                          pieces
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and I couldn't glue them back after you left.

Sep 7 · 50

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Poet B Sep 7

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Tis a cold day, to go out for a stroll-
Mothers and Fathers keep children in hold.
Horse hooves clatter on the stones,
their breaths frosted white as the snows.

Tis a cold night, to stay out in the dark-
Newsgirls and Boys wish for a spark.
Hands hold another to stay warm,
their bodies shivering through the storm.

Tis a cold time, to the place called home-
Everyone disliked the frosted stound.
Howls of wind and snow go round,
their presents unwanted all around.

I honestly didn't know what to do for the last part, and I think this had a lot more potential than what I made with it...

Sep 4 · 39

Their, there, they're

Poet B Sep 4

Their, there, they're

Their hands held guns.
There by the hill in the woods.
They're going to **** with them.

Their eyes were filled with fear.
There on that hill in the woods.
They're going to be killed.

Their hearts were sorrowful.
There on and near the hill.
They're pawns in a game.

I thought of war when writing this. Both are at different ends of the gun, both are there because of someone else.

Sep 3 · 381

"If"

Poet B Sep 3

"If"

Why do i use the word
if it means it's only possible?

if i could change.
if i could smile.
if i could love.

Why can't i say it without the if?

It limits me but
if i stop i don't know what will happen...

Sep 3 · 71

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Poet B Sep 3

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The terrible troupe,
my love for you.

Doomed from the start,
our story was blue.

I could see the end,
but I held on through.

Aug 28 · 110

Untitled

Poet B Aug 28

Untitled

The bullet flew through the air,
piercing the flesh of a deer.
Its aim was true and in a flash,
the doe was nothing to its wrath.

Aug 28 · 57

Flames

Poet B Aug 28

Flames

My heart is a fire, the embers rest in my blood.
Veins set ablaze, sending flames through my core.
On the outside I act cool, hoping they won't see,
the blaze that rattles me everyday.

Aug 28 · 171

rose

Poet B Aug 28

rose

i am a rose,

i am full of thorns.

i am a bud,

i am growing.

i am a root,

i am my support.

i am a rose,

i am doomed to wither.

Aug 28 · 69

You're Cold, Cold, Cold

Poet B Aug 28

You're Cold, Cold, Cold

I'm bold, bold, bold.

I thought I could melt your heart,
and warm the iceberg in your chest.
Honestly, I'd thought I'd be your best,
but I was not made for that test.

You're distant, distant, distant.

I'm here, here, here.

You think of the future,
and I see the current world.
Honestly, I wish you'd look around,
but you won't turn your head to me now.

You're oblivious, oblivious, oblivious.

I'm aware, aware, aware.

Of they fact that you'll never stare,
but I still hope you will.
The warmth in my heart,
will go cold before my love disappears.

Aug 27 · 130

Haiku

Poet B Aug 27

Haiku

When I lay my head,
down to my pillow softly,
will I wake again?