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I squeezed your hand,
Once to show I was pleasantly surprised,
After all it's been how long since I've felt this feeling?

I squeezed it twice,
To let you know I love you with a passion I've never known before,
But I don't think you picked up on it.
She unlocked my heart today. I like it open.
Feb 12 · 256
Use Commas!
Class, listen up,
The comma is vital to any kind of writing.
It signifies a small pause in the text, allowing a breath and differencing two of the same sentence.
Take for example the phrase, "I help my uncle, Jack, off the horse."
Now take away the commas and you're left with a very different sounding phrase.
Use commas!
Ik there are at least three people who will enjoy this XD
Feb 11 · 323
Gravedigger
Gravedigger, gravedigger,
Why do you spend you evenings,
Dredging in the yard?

Gravedigger, gravedigger,
Does this break your heart,
That nobody else wanted to do the ***** work,
So they left you to shovel through the mud?
I might've used up my inspiration yesterday.
Feb 10 · 178
Hook
Don't visit the troll's cave,
And expect the troll to have changed.

Keep in mind you're lucky,
That I let you lie and rot,
And didn't just slay you on the spot.
For ten seconds I thought they changed. Nope just copied somebody else.
Feb 10 · 154
Scrapbook Poem #128
I had a dream,
Where I flew,
And I kissed the moon.
But you were the moon,
I flew to and kissed,
You.
U r my fav
Feb 10 · 319
Rochester
Poets coming into Rochester,
Welcome to the perfect poetic city!
We're dark in November,
Blinding in May.
Sleepy streets,
Winding roads.
Dinner at a diner,
Welcome to your second home, it's a winner's city for sure.
If you ever come to Rochester I suggest you come in the summer or fall. Stay up late and wake up early, eat at the diners (not the chain ones), visit the pier down at Seabreeze, and make sure to get an air bnb so you can have a backyard fire late into the night.
Feb 10 · 182
Scrapbook Poem #127
Want to walk around, like right now?

Well of course!
I know I shouldn't,
But I will still,
If I say no,
It's me my heart will ****.
Every minute, moment, second, breath, that I'm with her is one in heaven.
Feb 10 · 276
Shakespeare's Weather
The weather is important when writing a play,
Such is when Romeo and Juliet was shown,
It was a cold and raining day.

So the audience would forget about the heat,
Off in fair Verona had Shakespeare failed,
To keep mention of the begrudging summer.
In order to show those watching in gloomy weathers the painfully sweltering weather of Verona Shakespeare has to way overplay the mentions of weather.
Feb 10 · 491
Strings
You like string music?
Wow, I do too,
In fact I used to play.

Do I miss playing?
Well of course I do,
I remorse everyday for my string wings,
And how they were taken from me.
I played Viola for 5 years before high school. I stopped because no one in my group respected me, and my own teacher told me I was a disappointment to the arts.
Feb 10 · 637
Not Done For Yet.
My father curses at the men in charge,
He tells me they're driving the world into dust,
But doesn't he know,
That we're just not done for yet?

And whether or not they put Coke ads in the sky,
There will never come a day,
When we are too tired to fight for liberty.
I'm born to a new generation of fighters, those prepared to do what it takes to sculpt the world back to it's proper shape.
There's a beauty in the ocean,
Like nothing else.
A deep feeling,
An echoing dark.
There's a feeling of foundation,
Like the marble columns of old.
A strength within the storm,
An arm refusing to strike back.
To the average person the ocean is nothing more than pretty water.
Yet to the very few, it's a home where one was lacked.
Feb 10 · 75
Scrapbook Poem #125
Liquor bottles,
Sony cups,
Thrown up.

What a party,
I didn't go I didn't want to see you like this,
But boy, I hope she can still fly.
Watching someone you knew drift away into an unknown form is like taking a bullet to the chest. The world is evil sometimes but even when it's hard to see the light I hope you can still see it. That someday you'll know not everybody is like that brooding man, that you have the strength to protect yourself, and you don't need somebody to shelter you from the storm. Because the you I knew was the storm, they were ready for anything.
Feb 10 · 347
WhenWeWereFriends
Why'd you go and do that?
I miss you from two years ago,
Before he had his way,
And it scarred you for life.

I know you're scared,
But he won't protect you,
I'm afraid he just can't.

So come back around,
We need both hands to do the bird,
In our secret handshake.
:(
Feb 10 · 74
Scrapbook Poem #124
Mmm, you're so sweet,
You care so much,
I love that.

You start my day off right,
I am honored by you,
More than the Black Night.
Much better than a cup of coffee.
Feb 10 · 237
Scrapbook Poem #123
I can, I could, I will, I would.
I want, I wanted, I crave, I craved.
I wish, I wished, I ate, I am full.

I wanted to be known now I am,
I wished and craved sustenance, that's what I got.
It's crazy to me that this is the 123rd scrapbook poem.
Feb 10 · 107
Scrapbook Poem #122
I passed you and dapped you,
Then in the second we were,
I asked you,
Good thing I got to redo it,

Stuck Our Right Up
Inspired by thought puzzles and word scrambles.
Feb 10 · 122
Scrapbook Poem #121
They "lost" you didn't they?
Misplaced you fairly far away I'm sure,
How it's always it's an accident or a situation blur,
When they cast you off in the fray.
People have to stop 'misplacing' people and things.
Feb 10 · 286
Write (Wrote)
I write (wrote) just for the thrill of it,
I write (wrote) because I liked it a little bit.

Verse was my drug of choice,
And ingesting rhyme is the reason for my raspy voice.

But I could stop whenever I wanted,
Now I won't stop because it pleases you.
For the wonderful woman who lives for these poems.
Feb 10 · 463
Paradox Cheerios
Who        
         Are
                You?

If I'm honest I don't really know, I think I'm me but I could be you just as well as you could be me and I could be someone else entirely.
All I've got to do is take off this mask but what if I do and nobody is
There, Their, Theirs, Where?
Feb 10 · 95
Scrapbook Poem #120
How many styles does this imitate or are imitating this?
A lot, it's shocking how many poems can go by the same tittle,
How many people can use the same gimmick,
Like how when someone finds something that works,
People tend follow like ants,
Whether we know it or not, I followed you you followed me now we're following in circles better make something new oops.
I guess to each their own originative similar but not quite kinda poem.
I'm not the first to do something like this, I'm not the best nor do I do it the best.
But I did it in a way nobody did it before so does that still count?
Feb 10 · 335
Thanks You Tyler
I owe almost everything to rap music (Flower Boy, Wolf, Yonkers.)
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t For Tyler and all the things he says I would've never wrote again.
Thanks to his music I didn't leave my craft. I owe this to his work.
I used to cry when I was alone,
I was scared of people leaving me,
I was more scared of getting used to it,
I have to thank you though because now,
I have no reason to worry all of that because,
I have you to stay with me and you have me too.
I'm so sorry I left you that first time around knowing how it felt to be left.
Feb 10 · 740
J.
J.
Abbott J Hardison
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I think I disappoint my family,
Every time I Be abbreviating my middle name.
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At least I'm working to get my name known,
So when I sign 'J.' people will wonder what it is.
I was named after the middle name of almost everyone on my dad's side of the family and my middle name is the first name of so many people on my mom's side.
Feb 8 · 460
Ain't My Town
Gaze on me now,
I'm not well known,
With my pen taps and frown.

Well the truth is,
I'm real well known,
This just ain't my town.
Finally made it to the weekend, hope everybody is having a great day!
Feb 7 · 93
Scrapbook Poem #119
Scrapbook Poems,
More like Crapbook Poems!
And he laughed and laughed and laughed,                                                  
Matter of fact I wrote a whole book about them,                                        
While he was having his laugh.
Scrapbook Poetry
Warning; Love Inside
Feb 7 · 109
Scrapbook Poem #118
AI rap music,
Robot grooving,
Mechanical moving.

Rap battle a robot how many words can you say a minute?
It'll say exactly one more.
Bored out of my mind can't seem to find anything to write.
Feb 7 · 247
Scrapbook Poem #115
LOST: SANITY, $50 REWARD

I post my missing posters,
But no one's found it yet.
I offered money, odd jobs, dog walks,
And nobody'***** me up!
Please somebody help me look!
I lost my baby darling lovely girl, I'm going insane missing her.
:(
Feb 6 · 383
Statue And The Flood
Come said the woman,
To the statue who stood by the falls.
"Come great statue, come with me."
"For the falls are flooding and soon they will take you too."
The statue looked down upon the woman,
Then silently shook his head.
And though she pleaded for him to leave,
The statue remained, arms spread to embrace the flood.
"I will stay with this place through dawn and dusk. For there is nowhere else in the world that I can call home as long as it's memory lives in my head."
Feb 6 · 360
Heavy Heart To Heart
I just wanted you to know,
You're not alone,
And I couldn't say it to your face,
Because I was scared.

You're not the first person out of you and me,
To try and dive (die),
And make it to a better side.
It's why I'm always trying so hard to make her feel good
Feb 6 · 393
Interdependence
You're different today,
I hope that doesn't mean,
You're diverging.
Because my nation,
Isn't functional without your aid,
I'm not ready for independence yet.

"Athens and Sparta, two Greek city states, developed divergent values despite being of one nation."
Somethings off I'm worried.
Feb 6 · 328
I Fear
I

Fear

                       You are mistaken for that's not truthful at all

I

Fear

                       I don't like you like you think

I

Fear

                      I instead love you right up to the moon
Happy Thursday everyone!
Feb 6 · 333
The Bear And The Tar
I poked a bear,
Because he was sleeping in a tar pit.
The bear woke and cried and yelled,
"Why would you dare wake my slumber!"
I responded to the bear,
"For you were sinking in a pit of dark."
And the bear cried some more,
Then dragged himself from his sticky smelly bed,
Just so he could throw tar at my home.
Then he walked right backed, kicked rocks at me,
And laid back in his pit again.
Do not try to help a man who does not want to be helped. It will chip his ego and he will dedicate himself to chipping yours.
Feb 6 · 427
Reflection
Reflecting on the past is hard for me,
I don't really think I made it that far
I think I did pretty great with the task of being a better me,
But you miss the lust of years ago, don't say you don't.
Rather than being a boisterous beast.

You're only statistically better than you used to be.
I'm proud to be leaving behind the old me, though it does claw at me to leave behind a wild life.
Before I was born,
God looked down at my unfinished fate,
And he declared,
"We shall make him a poet, but he will learn to be,
And not be gifted with."

Well God gifted me,
And sent me down to earth,
In the fall, a season marked by death!
How ironic I was born,
In the month of earth's last breath.

As a young child I played happily,
As the angels of dilemma watched over me,
And every so often sent a tragedy.
That I'd have to foster and live with,
Until I returned to God my poetic gift.
My friend asked for some explanations to my poems, and as I was writing them up I had to pause. Because it hit me right the, never has there not been a moment of my life kissed by dramatic fate.
Feb 5 · 373
Keyboard Crusaders
Whence comes daylight,
Comes night far after.

There is no place,
Polished to the pristine.

Even the places you love,
Harbor the unclean.
Even darkness resides in this wonderful place.
Feb 5 · 133
Scrapbook Poem #114
It just hit me,
Smack in the head,
I haven't been sad,
Since we met again.
I jump with joy,
I write with grace,
Like you put new life in my pen,
Even if it is to my depression's distaste.
She's the light of my life.
Feb 5 · 111
Scrapbook Poem #113
"You're not the first person to do it,
So don't get upset when I do it too."
You're right,
I'm not the first to do that,
But I'm the first to do it that way.
So if you want to do it too,
Don't blatantly copy me.
Sometimes sharing bites you harder than you expected.
Feb 5 · 114
Scrapbook Poem #112
I'm romantic,
Like the Romance Era.

Either the highest highs,
Or the deepest pains.
My favorite poetry from the romantic era is the German poetry like the Elkonking. (May not have spelled that right.)
Feb 5 · 245
My Buddy, Fear.
You think that was scary?
Well I'm influenced,
For terror is a good friend of mine.

A cold embodiment of emotion,
Hollowed me out to a husk,
For I'll always remember,
The time he almost took from us.
Based off of my awful memories of my school's lockdown a couple years ago.
Feb 5 · 299
Old River Poem
I'm so sorry,
I know times are crazy,
I miss you lately,
Because you were like safety,
From the storms that rage vainly,
And we were perfect daily,
I'm sorry I left you -.
An old old poem I wrote about this girl I met over the summer.
Feb 5 · 74
Scrapbook Poem #111
That's kind of cruel,
Stone cold and unrelatable,
Though I think I know a guy,
Who will relate with you.
                                                                                  How uncouth! I love it!
                                                              Say, how about we go have a chat?
                                                                Hmm, I thought you were tough,
                              I guess you're too scared to back what you're saying.
Sometimes it's just too difficult to handle evil these days, thank god for Carl.
Feb 5 · 299
My Future.
What do you want for yourself, future wise?
I want a future in literature,
A doctorate in English arts,
And a lineup of books for people to read.
No, what do you really want?
Okay, I want a loving wife,
A happy home somewhere warm,
And a pair of kids, daughter and son.
What's the point of being great or rich when you have no one to share it with?
Feb 5 · 89
Scrapbook Poem #110
You can laugh all you want,
Taunt and point.
Just remember,
I didn't turn around on you when you broke my heart,
So don't turn on me now that I've broken yours.
I don't think she expected me to move on.
Feb 5 · 296
Scrapbook Poem #109
A soft snow scurries across the town,
Drowning out the bright lights.
A soft darkness descends,
And the day stretches in slivers,
From the clouds.

And I see none of it,
I'm too focused on you.
Happy Wednesday everyone! Let's make today a great one.
Feb 5 · 330
I Can Help...
You're scared of the dark,
Don't worry, I am too.
But you can have my nightlight,
If you can sleep sound with it.

The world eludes you,
You wonder why it carries you with a crooked hand.
And you wish it would just put you down,
But if you want to know the sky,
I can lift you up straight and strong.

You're terrified of yourself,
Each night darker and darker.
But I'll hold you tight,
And make sure you don't slip down.
Because if you lay in the ground,
You'll never see the stars.
When life gets tough, you got to be tougher.
Feb 4 · 152
Scrapbook Poem #108
A poet is a song writer they just don't write songs with music.
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Just realized today how far I've come here. Thank you all for reading my work.
Feb 4 · 184
For An Hour
For an hour I visited,
A guest to the house,
Of a poet's 'palace.'

For an hour I was there,
It took me all that time,
Just to post once.

For an hour I visited,
A weary world,
Of 'The best poets you've ever met.'

For an hour,
And I'll never go again.
A follow up to Scrapbook Poem #107. If your considering trying other websites go for it, though I warn you not to go to All Poetry though. It's not a great space, this is much better.
Feb 4 · 195
Scrapbook Poem #107
"Try to spread your work across many different places, it's easy!"

Yeah right,
That's the last time,
That I listen to medium.
I read an article on medium about spreading your work across many platforms so I decided to try All Poetry one more time. Still really don't like it but I'm giving it a little more time to prove itself. So you can catch me on there.
Feb 4 · 283
Menace Of Ice
The snow melts,
Trickles onto the roads,
Freezes into ice,
Right at my shoes.

And the water rolling off the roofs,
Forms spiked icicles,
Falling from the ledges,
Stabs my arm.
"Inches of snow is better than a light layer of ice."
-The man who slipped on the sidewalk.
Feb 4 · 147
Scrapbook Poem #106
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JustToSeeHerSmileBecauseHerSmileIsLovelyLikeTheRisingOfSun
She's everything I've ever really needed I'll give everything just to see her smile because her smile is lovely like the rising sun.
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