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 Jan 2015 epictails
Gul e Dawoodi
A Common man with wisdom,
A  rich man with luxuries,
An intelligent student with extra knowledge,
A girl with beauty,
And a boy with looks,
Are all hated secretly
By those who flatter.
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Gul e Dawoodi
All your armies,
All your soldiers,
All your tanks,
All your guns,
Against a boy, holding a stone
Standing there, all alone
In his eyes,
I see the sun,
I see the moon,
And I wonder,
I only wonder,
Who is weak?
And who is strong?
Who is right?
And who is wrong?
I wish and only wish
That the truth had a tongue.
Dedicated to the children exposed to the wars. I haven't written it. Just read it somewhere and wanted to share it with you.
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Byron Galang
Out there shivering in the night,
Without any fire or any light,
I was found.

A lost soul without hope,
A heart made of stone,
Was found.

Warm hands helped me
As I lay on ground lifeless dead.
I was found.

Out of nowhere did you come from.
Out of nowhere did you find me.

Because of you I am alive,
Because of you I am here.

And I love you for you have found me.
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Haylee Dicker
I want to write a happy poem
With smile from ear to ear
the sort that makes your cheeks hurt
Usually caused by some one dear.

A poem that makes;
The Butterflies fly
and your tummy somersault
Eutrophia making you high.

Using words to melt hearts
Instead of tearing them apart.
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ThePoet
They say those with knowledge are
those with power,
yet most with power have no
knowledge.

©
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Cat Moulaison
I want to write a poem
But I can't feel the complex, poetic emotions
I only feel hurt.
I can only hear the blood rushing in my ears
I can't see through my tears
My hands are shaking to hard
I can't think.
I could write a poem but
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
Stupid
Isn't a poem.
And right now with my pen to the paper
that's all that will come to my mind
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Sjr1000
Why do we go through
all of this stress?
So easy to forget.

Smoke a thousand
cigarettes,
Another ****
another hit,
another poke,
Another whip,
another mindfield to avoid.

A ****** cut,
A ****** mind,
A ****** mouth.

Not just another disembodied
mind
in the ether's ink.

Skin & Bones & Flesh
until
that
sharp and shooting
pain
so easy to
forget.
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