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You can finally define me

Location

53154
United States
42° 51' 51.606" N, 87° 54' 49.9212" W
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Creative is the word to describe me
I may use my imagination
I tend to do some narration
I can always do translation
I always want to go on vacation

Creative is the word to describe me
I have ideas that are original
I am very visual 
My mom tells me I'm a miracle
I act very professional

Creative is the word to describe me
I love creating artistic work
I'd like to leave a literary mark
Sometimes I wear a smirk
I am not a jerk

Creative is the word to describe me
I tend to have my own style
I really love my smile
I am not hostile
I've been writing poetry for awhile

Creative is the word to describe me
I am unique with my own mind
I always like to be kind
When i accomplished things I shined
I finish things I'm assigned

Creative is one word to describe me
Now that you can finally define me

This poem is about: 
Me

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Carry

Sat, 09/12/2020 - 10:12 -- okbecc

The wind reminds me of something else, on its’ way. 

It pushes like the oceans’ flow. Tells us where to go. 

In time with the moon and orbit, I know. It comes so.

Just the same, with different names. And different strengths and speeds. To claim 

Nothing but rotation, aimed at following the fire into the flame. We just know the wind came.

This poem is about: 
Our world
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 
Imagery

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Reality

Location

07675
United States
41° 1' 22.4832" N, 73° 59' 41.1216" W
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I wish to be young again.

To be a princess again.

To have the prince riding in on his 

pure white horse to come and save me again. 

 

Now I'm older.

The fairytail is gone and has been 

replaced with reality.

 

I'm just a teenage girl.

There is no Prince Charming for me.

The only way I can be rescued

is to fall asleep for a few short hours

so I can forget that I'm

locked away in reality.  

This poem is about: 
Me

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Melodic

Location

Melodic, expressive, persistent, reflective
Words in a sense to describe the Eclectic
Music to soul, the insulin to my diabetic
I feel it, I breathe it, I eat it, I rep it
Everyday words mean nothing without one’s expression
The placement, the order, you write it, your message
Life without music, can’t imagine, can’t dream it
Might as well kill me, just drown me, or beat it.

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AMONG THE SEA

AMONG THE SEA

 

The sea no longer sings

all it does is weep

while the angry waves

moved along the dead,

 

Under a dark sad sky

you can hear the cry's

of what is left of July,

The wounded has fled,

 

the crying angry sea

in a sad darken dream

they all do scream

Dark Angel is among the sea.

 

Poetic Judy Emery © 1982

The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

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To Be

Tue, 10/17/2017 - 10:53 -- MMAfan

no one really knows what it means to be a hero

even the ones that people think are heroes

they just do what they have the strength to do

only the cowards do whatever goes

and we're all cowards even the heroes

and all of this just goes to show

that the bigger you are the smaller your pride

the outwardly braver you are the shittier your mind

the less you say you love the more you're torn apart

the sadder you are the bigger your heart

and all of us are afraid but in all of us we know we

can be the one

destroy the code and restart the sun

it's what we know and what we have that we need

no matter how much you know you'll eventually bleed

it's better to die a hero than to live ashamed.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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Rather be, rather be without

I can't stand humans--

too many expectations, too many emotions

It's wasteful to hold onto mere items

that can't become ghosts like me

But whether I'm stranded

on a tropical isle or

in a smoldering desert

I'd rather have survival tips

and creativity to last me

endless glorious centuries.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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My Beautiful Lover

Wed, 05/03/2017 - 13:46 -- Cfern97

She warms my heart

from the cold bitterness

that would plague it.

 

she has awakened me 

from the nightmares of my life

and brings light into it

 

may she bring more sunshine 

into the melancholy tale, I tell

my beautiful lover

This poem is about: 
Me

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Psych

The room reeked of the smell

Of my parent’s disownment,

Once again

I was back in crazy town.

 

They didn’t understand

How sick I felt,

How their words shot me down,

How much pain they left me in,

How I had to fend for myself.

 

The bottle seemed reasonable

Just a small rest,

That’s all I need,

But it was taken from me.

 

I may have been sick

And maybe I still am,

But the pain they made me feel

Strengthened me.

It thickened my blood,

Prepared me for the fight

That I would have to endure.

 

Through all of this,

I became stronger

Over this last year.

 

I became mighty

And all powerful,

I began

To love myself.

 

For the first time in years

I took care of me,

And I am now beginning

to see myself

in a whole different light.

 

This year beat me down,

But in the end,

It made me steel.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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TJWillow

7 years ago

I think this is a powerful poem. Keep up!

Survivial by Ambition

Time is but the burglar of youth,

Reducing flesh to distant memory,

And raping beauty to unmask unsettling thruth;

That a life so short cannot be lived in reverie.

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