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Flo Aug 2016
Each poem tells a story
Containing truthful experiences
Gathered over various stages of life

Happy poems, sad poems, odd poems
Reflecting the personality of a poet
Exposing flighty thoughts
Caught and trapped in lines

Poetry means diversity
There can't be wrong nor right
And ain't that the magnificence
After quite a pause I am back writing. I think the poem is selfexplaining, please enjoy!
Flo Jul 2016
A young man
Uncertain of his talents
Seeking glory in former poems
Scared of failing his own expectations

The hardest critics, given by himself
Afraid of lacking quality in midst spotlight
He can't meet up to his former pieces
New poems remain unpublished

Uncertainty
Detaining him from creation
Letters remain unaligned clusters
Wasted potential all along

If only he was more confident
To search that spotlight once again
Maybe he could be an impact at last
Influencing other poets
Flo Jun 2016
"Write with purpose"
Strong words on the cover of my notebook
Staring at me with high expectations
Great Poems, beautifully written
Yet useless without a message

"Write with purpose"
A notebook given by a friend
To encourage myself
To provide guidance
Throughout my journey of words

"Write with purpose"
What is the purpose of my work?
If we're unable to make people think
About our humble lines
What would be the significance
Does poetry need a purpose? A reason to make people think or is it purpose enough to enjoy a good poem. Just a couple thoughts
Flo Jun 2016
Sometimes I feel like eating some food...
But then I remember
Society doesn't want me to be fat

Sometimes I feel sad...
But then I remember
People rather see me smiling

I rather live life daringly...
But then I remember
I am expected to act responsible

I'd love to pursue my dreams...
And then I remember
Judgement should not determine my actions
  Jun 2016 Flo
Pamela Penta
I'm a fallen leaf
Carried by the wind
To places far from my home
Thru my journey
I've been tousled
Torn by the weather and sun
The farther I roam
The more my color fades
And my edges fray
Taking a rest
Then catching a breeze
Trying to find my way
Pieces of me
Start to break away
Changing who I was
Fragile and alone
Broken inside
I finally stop to pause
Home is my roots
That keep me safe
Nurture my heart and soul
If wander I must
I ought always return
To renew and revert to whole

June 12, 2016
Flo Jun 2016
Running away
An eternal struggle
Fighting against suppressed feelings
Feeling displaced
Located in a world of my own
A world so strange...
I don't belong here...

I'm just a misfit
Branded by society
Trapped by my own peculiarity
Free to imagination...
  May 2016 Flo
Just Melz
Ever so changing like a rhyme
              Color
                    Never
                           Bound

Falling down one at a time
              Going
                    Sinking
                           Ground

Shivering alone, not really seen
              Cold
                    Lonely
                           Freezing

Waiting for what cannot be foreseen
              Counting
                    Faith
                           Believing

Distant thunder calls for rain
              Dripping
                    Dropping
                           Crying

Inside feeling nothing but pain
              Never
                    Stop
                           Trying

As the seasons change, so does the weather
               Spring
                     Summer
                            Fall

Love keeps all things together
               Emotions
                     Conquer
                             *All
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