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"peom" poems
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
Food Peom
the sound of a howl is a a mate of a pray for a pack . growl for your life in time being mad in case you are in love with your mate is make pups for love and care . pray for the dessert wolf to be love for life .
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Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
wolf peom
I'm working in the hotel daddy won't pick me up I threw up 11 times help
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
peom for work
I eat oranges Inside of doorhinges Those words don't rhyme But that's ok because I Don't Care At all All those words rhyme Because I'm a docder
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
i dare u to praise this peom
liek this peom if u want a leik
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
like for like
when I;m angry, i throw everything i hit myself i cut myself, i scatter about, i slam on things. but i never scream it ouT MY BRAIN IS ON ANOTHER WAVELENGTH AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. I HATE NOT BEING ABLE TO CONTROL MYSELF TO LET YOU GET ME SO ANGRY AND THE THING ABOUT IT IS. YOU DON;T EVEN CARE., I HZATEY OYU I HATE YOU I HATYE YOU. N N
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
this is not a peom, i, just angry/
pinched lips, tight with emotion, teeth grining back and forth.. anger set in motion... trying not to punch the keys while i type this poem wondering why i cant leave this love alone? my heart being on my sleeve is a flawed and broken so i write this peom.. so my HURT is spoken.... love the light but never lightly love, love thats light, lightly is called love... DO NOT GO QUIET INTO THAT GENTLE NIGHT.... RAAAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DIEING OF THE LIGHT!!!!! rage against the love in flight, rage agsint love in plight rage rage rage and at last... perhaps... just once.. my heart will fit this cage. FIN
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Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
rage or love
I wish i had a daddy . I wish i was the little princess of a daddy. I wish i had a daddy to take me shoping I wish i had a daddy to come in my bedroom why im laying in my bed in tell funny storys then cover me up in give me a good night kiss on the check. Their was this one man how i realy look up to as my daddy he treated me like i was his own in like a princess in would sit in listen to how i felt in everthing eles he was the only man how i have ever look up to as my daddy in now i wont ever get to see him ever again he loved me as his daughter he would alwhys say how he more then a daddy then what jay is cause he dose more for me then what that jay guy has ever did 4 me . in his name was rohn he was gonna be my step dad in 2 moths but my mom in him brooke up now i am never ever oloud to see im again now so i am sad but maybe one day i will get to him again sincarly love me hayley >3
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Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC
daddy listen to this peom i hop u like it
lets make a love out of our past, lets make a love that is forced to last. together we can make poetry; I promise to never let you down, I’ll never let you frown. Together, we can make poetry; A peom of smooth words, smooth verbs, Stayin in a room together, do not disturb. Together, we can make poetry; So what do you say, Baby? Don’t make me get down on one knee. I just think that, together, we can make poetry; I write a word, its your turn, then mine, If we each think she’s a nickle, together she’s a dime. you see? Together, we can make poetry. In love with the words and the rhyme on a page, If we share the same love why not let it out of its cage, If we can make poetry, the whole world can change, So, what do you say Baby? Lets make poetry.
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
Let's Make a Love..
a bird to a feather is it character.. a peom to a song makes culture... a work to a friends makes the world a I to a me maks you and only you. be above the influcens and stand up to world and show what you do but they are going to be people who bring down dont worry about them their just have points so you cannot exceed. Choose your life
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Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 4:10 PM UTC
riddle
I tell them that Im struggling they say write a Poem... I tell them that I wont eat today they say write a poem.... I'm asking for a better way they say write a poem... I wont get no sleep today they say write a poem... I tell them I owe so much they say write a peom... Im crying from the inside out and they say write a poem.. Im consumed by a cultures storm they say write a Poem... I tell them I will die today...... Writes A Poem
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Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 9:36 AM UTC
Before I die
Life is all about turn about Trouble can capture you in an instant ain't that true? What would you do if only a peom was a logical way to express emotional greaditude and convey a message of that and this love is only hopeful if giving live and a good foundation my recomendation is love yourself first and love will follow and find you in a better mental place you are your only hope for survival and your rival will fall in your thoughts and focus on you its all you have! Focus
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
FOCUS
A Ten word peom? Not very hard, wouldn't you agree?
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Jun 6, 2012
Jun 6, 2012 at 8:23 PM UTC
10w 10w
I'm full of anticipation for life and everything in general, I'd like to share some thoughts and things, Dedicate some words to those who still believe in pursuing something of their own, If you're talking, share your ambition, Listen to your intuition, But don't leave me behind, If you make me feel welcome I'll return the favor, If you're nice I'll be your helpful long distance neighbor, Motivation must be key...to be Something other than a dilly dally.
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Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
A peom for those who believe in pursuing something of their own..
"Just Like The Rain falls unto the earth And Angles Roost There Weary Wings on the clouds May you fall time comes you need rest fall unto me roost those solemn wings of emotion on my shoulder" just a simple poem you wrote look at how deep a simple poem can be this I why I must note how much you mean to me this poem you thought pathetic and I diss and scorn my own poems I thought yours was prophetic you claim I'm the best writer you ever met we always seem to be equalent no matter how the tables are turned what to do now, I am ambivalent it's like I'm your exact silhouette this peom has a terrible rhyming scheme "A, B, A, C, D, E, D, C" I mean, talk about a little extreme but you see, my poems are pictures of my mind and my mind is pretty confusing everything whirling, my thoughts never end it's myself, I'm always abusing you always come though with words that are kind just like the rain, my tears fall onto your shoulder you are always there to help me you are an immovable boulder a beacon of light in the confusion and darkness of this world you are such a lucky friend for me to possess thank-you so much for caring like you do no matter what happens you'll be my friend nevertheless my solemn wings of emotion, are now unfurled and I fly "Just Like The Rain falls unto the earth And Angles Roost There Weary Wings on the clouds May you fall time comes you need rest fall unto me roost those solemn wings of emotion on my shoulder"
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Sep 13, 2010
Sep 13, 2010 at 2:37 PM UTC
Just Like The Rain
I hate dull poems with no point That makes no cents at all I intend to laff it off and Blame the alcohol. Yes, Jaegar Bombz and Jello Sots As far as i can tell, Are fool fuel to propel my work George Strait to Poem Hell. I was gettin’ almost sober, SO Had another Jaegar, and a beer (or two) Lean closed to George and whispered in his ear I’m here for a good time – juss like u Yeah Iss country singin’ at is best If u king n rite the kind that sell But I get;n kinda sleepy Stink my peom bombses swell. SO moreally the story, if you right pomes wen yur drnuk Beddter wate till til the mmornnimg lite To post it post it post it tooo That Hallowed Pomes site LwP$@Qx)911 ^^(
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
Jaegar Bombs and Jello Shots
I dont know what my feelings are anymore. They seem to just lead me into oblivion. They talk me into doing things that always end. In tragedy. They put my heart and mind on the line, and i always lose the bet. They open my eyes to new opportunities only to be blinded by them. They tell me that one day tears will stop streaming down my cheeks. They tell me to speak kind words to others, but i feel empty when others do the same. They tell me everything is going to be ok when im not. They tell me one day i will hold someone special in my arms, yet everytime i reach my hands fall short. They tell me one day my i will lay next to the one that i love. They tell me that everything is and adventure, but im the guy who always dies at the end. They tell me sometimes that i should just give up and give into my self-hatred. They tell me to write down what is on my mind no matter how light or how dark it may seem. So right now im doing just that following my feelings into the darkness once more. A darkness that holds a table with a gun, a knife, and a rope telling me these will make me feel better. I want to stop following my feelings, but now they are the only thing that can lead me out of the dark. So im going to grab its hand, and hope im not led astray once again.
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
An old peom I came by
Tens of millions of men, women and children murdered But what do we care? Genocide-systematically killing, ****** and harming But what do we care? We say "never again" that turned into "never again, again" And twenty-thousand children born for one-hundred days of forced pleasure Families ripped apart, homes destroyed, and murder-murder We say it but do we get it? Do we really GET it? Do we really grasp the fact of people's lives being ended forcefully for no other reason than someone "disagrees" for no other reason than someone's "different But what do we care? Blue eyes, blonde hair, bright skin to the right Brown eyes, black hair, dark skin to the left Those on the right go home, Those on the left no longer have homes for concentration camps are now their homes The sent of freshly brewed lipton tea has now been replaced by the harsh fumes of zyklon-B Unsure of their next meal, if you could call it that at all, unsure of their next beating, the next time they'll be ***** unsure of what'll be theirs last breath before death Feeling unsure and not secure But please tell me, what do we care?
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:05 AM UTC
what do we care-a slam peom
Let me give away the end of this peom It's about feeling so comfortable around this guy that I could do anything in front of him We've been togeather for almost a year but I already know hes the one. We know we'll be togeather forever and we love each other a ton. Our relationship only has one flaw His step mom keeps us apart her eyes I want to claw But thats besides the point. Eight days togeather we spent drunk on love blissfully content. He was the first thing i saw when i opened my eyes I woke him with soft kisses to his sleepy surprise We spent every moment togeather, talking, laughing, wishing, dreaming It was perfect He showed me off to his friends and family, their aprovel left me beaming. But as most things do, it came to an end with tears i borded the plane I tryed to stay positve and be ok, as i left my forever friend. Now i'm home, and he won't be for a while, I miss him so much it hurts. I know he'll hold me soon but it's never soon enough.... Last night we talked on the phone. I smiled like our love was new. I'll be ok. Never alone
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Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
Another love poem by me.
Dear Mr frosty your skin is sinking and your cold shoulders gather no feelings "I think my skin is sinking into my bones" is what i said when i saw that iceman Coming out of the ocean to freeze me in his arms He would use his charm to get me there and when i was in place he would stop my heart So I could be a doll Stuck and frozen But I'm not your dolly Mr icy An excuse me while I cry I don't want you to see You'd freez my plastic dolly tears and put them in your eyes So that you might just know what it was like to cry But you can't Mr iceman You've got no feeling That's why you're frozen friend Wandering the world loney until you meet your end So cold but you can't feel a thing I wish i could say I have a good ending for this peom but i don't. Ice melted and i drowned in the sea
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 6:27 PM UTC
Dear Mr.Frosty your skin is sinking and your cold shoulders gather no feelings
This is not a suicide poem, for its words and thoughts of the high it would be to leave all the bad and the stress This is not a suicide poem, for its words that keep one safe from falling depressed This is not a suicide poem, for its words that explain what society veiws as a healthy vent for pain This is not a suicide peom, for its words that come from a girl who treats life like a mission, not a game
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
Not a suicide poem
Terhe are all dnifereft kdins of wlords out trehe, Weethhr you tihnk it eixst or it deos not Tehre are all dferfiet knids of wdorls you bnoleg, Whteher tehy tinhk it esixt or it deos not Yro'ue atuclaly rdenaig tihs peom in a drefenfit wrlod you dind't kenw eetsxid.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
Uletntid
"No no I don't hate really thank u for this I just want you to know I really dont believe in putting optimistic twists on unhappy things. I honor and respect agony despite loathing it and I find pain in change so I just dont like it to be glamorized thats all. And then, you know, the best friends thing but I talked with u about that already privately" Ember lashes out on tiffany on comments on a peom of hers i say this is so meanly harsh enber is not a dying out burning flame but we wish she was then she wouldn't get bad sided with tiff Another thing is ember was downright discouraged tiffany kust want wanted a person to go too.I think you let er down Ember E. Diwnright harsh
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 11:36 PM UTC
Enber evanscent is harsh to tiffany gold
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
..rghlity stnad...
I tried to see past the lies. I tried to sweep away the Broken promises. I tried to put my broken Heart back together. I tried to forget all the Tears i cried. I tried to save your black heart But it was too late. This is not a love peom. This is a good bye.
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May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
not a love peom