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A cow

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Epic J. C.

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Wil I ever have the choice
To hear my voice?
Loud.
Proud.
Above the crowd?
Or will it be drowned out?
Filled with doubt?
Caught in my throat
When I want to shout?
Am I jejune?
Stuck in my own sand dune?
Or will I fly?
And have the courage to cry?
So hear ye, hear ye,
Hear my plea.
Let it ring in the ear
And bring a tear
To the people who hear me,
Singing, shouting,
Laughing, pouting.
Let them hear my voice.

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Wise beauty the panda

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2020

What a horrible year

It's like a beautiful painting

But with a huge, giant smear

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Hehe boi this is what the universe made me for! Imma share two poems because why not. (Btw these are taken from my wattpad-shameless self promotion)



The girl and the boy



I can't remember when it all started but

I remember seeing this girl

And seeing this boy

And feeling attracted to both

I can't remember what it was but

Something about the way they were

Made me feel so jittery

And made my heart feel fluttery

I was too young to understand

This odd feeling

But now I kind of do.

I like boys and girls

And there's nothing

I can do.

I haven't told anyone but

There is a girl at school

I think she's smart and hot

But I've dated a boy in the past

So I'd have to tell people fast

I can't date her in secret

Can I?

No, I'll keep it

Hidden away

In the closet it'll stay

With my emotions at bay.

My parents would definitely not approve

But

It's getting weird talking to them and not

Telling them about my secret

I don't know if I can keep it

If they ask me one more time

If they ask me if I'm fine

I'm going to cry.

-End, first poem done-


The queen of the world (new poem)


She didn't know where life would take her

Or what she would do

But she's an inspiration

She hopes that you're one too

She's got faults that make her better

Don't fear her temper

She's the queen of the world.

-End-

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Princess Huckleberry

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Roses are red
emeralds are green
just like your eyes
so green they make me feel so serene

I am scared to tell you how I feel
scared of rejection
I'm scared you'll throw me into the trash can
like a banana peel

you make my heart beat
u n s t e a d y
when you
stare at me

get a clue
or come through
I would like to be with you

I like you
but I cant tell that
your off limits
I cant keep doing this

I fall head over heels
for you
only you
forever you

- love, Star

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Star of the world

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i love cats
they are fats
they love pats
they eat rats
cats are fats
cats love pats
cats eat rats
cats claw mats
get stuck in vats
cats eat gnats
cats are (sometimes) brats
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i love a cat
that cat is a fat
he sleeps on a mat
gets stuck in vats
loves to eat gnats
loves a nice chat
hates wearing a hat
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i love a good kitten
who loves wearing mittens
she loves eating chicken
when it is given
and in addition
to that delicious chicken
she'll go to prison
and ask to be forgiven
i love my kitten
no matter the condition
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I have little kittens
who love wearing mittens
they all hail triton
they all have conditions
and many physicians
but the only decisions
made by these physicians
is that the kittens
ought to eat more chickens
I have my suspicions
Along with munitions
that these kittens
are little villains
...
How do you like it???

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CATMONSTER2018

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*Please read all English or all Spanish for it to make sense. I was translating it and this the odd format*
Is she tattered and worn? 
¿Está super acabada de tanto usar

Or merely there to adorn? 
O simplemente allí para adornar?
Is she highlighted and underlined? 
¿Está destacada y subrayada
Or something that is simply undermined? 
o algo simplemente menospreciada?
Is she treasured in your hand? 
¿Es atesorada en tu mano
Or collecting dust on a stand? 
O colectando polvo en vano?
Does she transform your life 
¿Transforma tu vida
and provide solution for strife? 
y de cada asunto cuida?
Is she simply occupying a spot over there
¿Simplemente ocupa un lugar por un hueco
while your soul is left completely bare? 
mientras tu ser está completamente seco?
Does she provide you wisdom and knowledge? 
¿Te provee conocimiento y sabiduría
Or is your life left empty and on edge? 
o tu vida esta vacía y llena de furia?
Are you fulfilled with her stories of history and courage, 
¿Sus historias valor te ha dado?
does she leave you feeling blessed and encouraged? 
¿Te hace sentir bendecido e animado?
By some she was loved and desired so, 
Por algunas fue tan deseada e amada
that their very lives they did forgo. 
Que hasta sus vidas había sido sacrificada
Others, to obtain or have her became outlaws... 
Otros para obtenerla se hicieron hasta delincuente
forced into hiding for this very cause. 
forzados esconderse por esta causa la gente
Does she bring you consolation in times of woe? 
¿Te trae consolación cuando la prueba cae?
Is this, to you, what the Bible bestows?
¿Es esto lo que la Biblia te trae?

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I don’t know why I am writing this poem
But it’s late at night and I am not as tired as before
Writing poems is like breathing for me
I love ‘em
Once you get to writin’
You can’t stop
It’s like the doors of a room close
And lock
You’re locked in and can’t get out
10: 30 p.m and everyone is asleep
Except me because I am hooked
On poems! :)

-Kayla ...

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Couldnt_Find_A_Good_Name

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Roses are red, violets are blue
Here's John Quiñones with What Would You Do

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KK

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It’s the rainy days I like
Though, I can’t ride my bike
I’ll splash in puddles all day
In the rain I play play play
I like to go and catch the frogs
But they go and hide under logs
The frogs, they like to dine on flys
Trust me, they tell no lies
So what I truly have to say
Is that I love rainy days

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Though December melted away
I can see everywhere
You, as winter; and I, as descended snow

Like an amaranthine blue moon
I feel all around me
The wintertide ever on my snow-kissed skin

How can these residual nights
Be so breathtaking, yet cold?
You, my winter, with the clouds' ascended flow

I'll keep in my eyes brumal ghosts
Ever frozen in time
Until pale cascades lay to rest nevermore

For you are everywhere

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Anon Anon

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I wrote this poem for school, I can't stop thinking about it.

Creativity is found in here
Run run run
Every little boy and girl
Are here giving out thier ideas
Time to show the whole world
I wonder what you will find
Very unique
Ideas
Time to show the whole world
Your unique, awsome, ideas

~ Ella McKenney

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This is one I wrote for my Creative Writing class a few days ago. It's about a walk I went on a week ago.

Though the cold chilled me to my bone,
The sun brightly shone.
Children's laughter filled the air,
And birds were singing everywhere.

The dogs walked to where I stood,
And their hair between my fingers felt rather good.
As I walked them back to their home,
One of them began to roam.

In the puddle he laid,
As the idea of getting him home clean began to fade.
Outside came the owner as I explained the situation,
Her once white dog now looked like a dalmatian.

Happy to head home, I took in my surroundings.
As I listened closely, I heard a series of poundings.
Seeing that house being built made me thankful it's almost spring,
For I wished it was warmer as I laid back on the swing.

I'm better at storytelling that writing poetry, so pls don't judge me.

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Claire Elizabeth

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Winter. Summer. Spring. Autumn.
All four seasons
Yeah. We gottem.
Upstairs. Downstairs. Basement. Attic.
Your home.
Your body.
Keep calm, not frantic.
A sweet breeze in the morning
Can keep you from yawning.

This is my wish for you love.

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M Depew

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Found

When I am lost
in the soul sucking darkest parts
of my despairing mind
and I stumble blindly through the cavernous shadows
that envelop my daily existence,
from the most protected part of my fragile heart comes a single note.
The hint of a song -
a tune that is as familiar me as my own heartbeat -
just as often overlooked in its critical role to sustain me.

The note becomes a melody.
One that trips and weaves its way past my fear and shame and sadness
persisting until its silvery thread wraps itself around me.
As the song builds,
I ease into its embrace.
Because I know this voice,
this echo from my once happy heart.

Closing my eyes,
I lean into the confident familiarity of the song.
The peace I find in the moment does not erase the darkness
that I know still surrounds me.
It calms the demons.
Allows me to find a brief moments peace.

With this remnant of hope remembered,
I can turn and take a step back into the things I dread.
When they crowd and push against me
with their insistent pulling fingers
seeking to rip me away from the new course I am setting,
I can lift my eyes and turn my head to catch the melody again.
It is always there-
sometimes faint
sometimes in a different key
or hidden in the harmonies of the symphony of life-
but with me always.
To help lead me back along the arduous road
to myself.
I am found.

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when we're swallowed
by the countless stars
will our names twinkle
in a velvety sky
for a lifetime of night times?

will we suspend there
penumbra
neither shadow nor light
the ring of a sunspot
but not quite the sun?

not us! we we'll break free
and rain down
on the morning grass
petrichor wafting
across a parched field

we'll glint from the dew
we'll quench thirst
the tender renew
of countless springs
and birds will drink from us

we'll straddle a sky
bluer than cobalt
skate on the wind
and skim across
sheer mountainsides

when the barreling winter
drives its horses home
we'll ride bareback in the cold
then later stretch our fingers
towards a warm, faraway sun

when we're swallowed
by the countless stars
our names will twinkle
for a velvety sky
for a lifetime of night times

original (Laurie Winter)

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Laurie Winter

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not mine but it's funny
Roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you

after breaking up up:
the roses are wilted
violets are dead
the sugar bowls empty
and so is your head

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Pansexual-Pancake

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