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 Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 10:52 pm
Who's standing right in front of me,
though standing tall and proud,
everything that there is to see,
hidden beneath a shroud,
a facade hides, a soul, unique,
everything's much too loud,
I find I am my own critique,
hidden within the crowd.
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 6:33 am
First poem I've seen that incorporated a rhyme scheme thus far. I really like rhymes, and the poem itself was pretty good. Keep up the good work!
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 7:30 am
Phlyarologist First poem I've seen that incorporated a rhyme scheme thus far. I really like rhymes, and the poem itself was pretty good. Keep up the good work! Thank you! I appreciate the feedback. =]
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 8:50 am
All~Mixed~Up Phlyarologist First poem I've seen that incorporated a rhyme scheme thus far. I really like rhymes, and the poem itself was pretty good. Keep up the good work! Thank you! I appreciate the feedback. =]
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Posted: Thu Jan 23, 2014 8:32 pm
Nothing ever felt as real as you and I did,
the times I could not speak to you felt so morbid,
I have never felt such pain and misery,
I do not think you know what you did to me,
though, I am over it now,
and, I find it funny how,
I spent so much time imagining our life together,
and I ended up having to get use to my life without you,
but I feel that things have now turned out to be much better,
the hard part will be finding someone to love me like you use to.
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:26 pm
Love is a topic I am in love with,
it is not that easy to obtain it,
I've had it before and it was bittersweet,
it came and it swept then knocked me off my feet,
Love is a cancer or a blessing,
love is emotion coalescing,
into infatuation, obsession, and compassion,
so capable of boiling the blood with immense passion.
but as for me,
personally,
Love is the sleep that is ever elusive,
when the safety of my loved one is not conclusive,
when my purpose for waking is to see her face,
when I hopelessly stare for hours at her beauty and grace,
Love is unnecessary, important, impossible,
Love is a familiar warmth, so cold, so unstoppable.
Love is what I had but lost I it so easily,
Love is what I thought I would not lose so feasibly.
Love is dangerous, traitorous, and tough,
the nights spent worrying were often rough,
Love is what I had in mind,
but was not returned in kind,
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Posted: Tue Mar 11, 2014 6:32 pm
TOO MUCH HEARTBREAK IN THIS THREAD um.. i have another good one i can make i think..
The slightest moment, the purest feeling,
the deepest happiness, that's ever fleeting,
a second, a minute, an hour, or two,
before I come back to reality anew,
it's a feeling so simple, yet so sublime,
like a bell in my head with the prettiest chime,
at that moment the world is just so gorgeous,
and the worries I've had don't seem so enormous,
though fleeting, not rare,
it's brilliant and fair,
it's euphoria so keen,
and mania, obscene.
this one is not about love but those fleeting moments when i'm suddenly happy for little to no reason. It's weird but I like it D:
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