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Miguela shine Dec 2015
Power Of Love

Here goes the a man in a boat
Whose face resembled that a goat
Alone he would stay
Awaiting the day
When the woman he loves provokes

Odd Summer

The day that you see guys with guns
Your first reaction is to run
Oh yes you should flee
You fear what you see
For guns water filled were in fun

Loves Quack**

A girl she fell deeply in love
The guy he flirts with all the doves
Her heart it will break
The break leaves a quake
When hit he will splat like a bug
Miguela shine Nov 2015
My Life In One Poem
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      .        There is no poem  
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             .            you see
              .        .
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                                  *I have no life
I do of course, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it.
Miguela shine Nov 2015
You know
I really like Centering my poems
The ways it focuses
For me at least
What I don't like
Is how got dam flirtatious you are
You look beautiful
Turns around and says the same to another chick
Your the only friend I have
I thought we were friends - he says to another girl
We arrraeee! -  *
she retorts

You don't make me feel like a centered poem.
And I learned how to say Em Which Anh Rat Nhiue for you, ugghh.
Sometimes, you just gotta rant.
Miguela shine Nov 2015
It doesn't turn me on
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You keep me on my feet now, ba-by
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Make my lonely days are known
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Gone'on boy
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Rewrite to a song whose singer I can't remember.
  Nov 2015 Miguela shine
Anastasia
Hugs
are silent cures

For mending hearts
and broken minds

When you can’t
find the words

Sometimes,
hugs speak
louder than
words.
Miguela shine Nov 2015
I think you'll like this poem you see
The way it rhymes each couplet o'me
The petty way it draws you in
The desperate way to rhyme its ends
The third couplet it makes you think
Its like a dog chasing it's feet
Funny to say while I write this
A dog in front of me it sits
Twas bored was I so this I wrote
Twas was a lie for class emote
I could end it here with not much
But no fun a thing of the such
Inquisite your mind, tell me
Did you like this poem you see.
Its for class, couplets, rhyme, hidden message....that I made obvious
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