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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Seize the truth in your hand. Grasped like a pen. Write it on paper, never let it go. Because deep within an enemy the truth is not there. They see with their opinion so it's not fair and square. Yet when seen further their thoughts aren't the truth. Everyone seeks that...
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    +The drop of a pin Dropped on the cold, hard, unforgiving floor. You hear nothing for seconds. Then a clank ominously sounds. Not even your breathing is heard There is nothing but silence. Your heart starts to race. The calmness is overwhelming your mind. You hear nothing at all. Yo...
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    Friends are people you like. You can be stranded on an island Without a care. That’s friendship. I wouldn't mind it. Friends are who you can count on. They share your feelings. I could never live Without my friend. I wouldn't mind If they stayed forever....
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    Light, warmth, a life untamed Something that hurts, something that heals Fire can be so wild Fire can be so calm The source of life comes from fire Death follows in the aftermath. Fire is cannot be safe. Yet fire is gentle in the light. Fire is made for us. Fire is h...
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    The earth around me So beautiful, so sane Around me is the earth. The earth holds my life The earth provides for all of us. The earth is life itself. The earth is alive. It moves fairly slow and fairly fast Day to night it moves. Sometimes it hurt to move. The earth will shake jolt...
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    I became hidden. By a mask that hides my face. It hides my feelings. It hides my emotions. This mask that hides my face, Is so cruel and nerving. Instead of something else, I am hidden by a porcelain mask. I want to be seen. I shall not be hidden. I shall no...
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    Alone in the dark. I’m not seen, my voice not heard. I don’t think about today. I reached for the light. There is none, I have no sight. I move my head around. Still no light to see. I call out in the darkness. There wasn’t an answer heard. There was something...
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    I walked along this field. So green and long with power. The summer air brushing against me, pushing me so I wouldn’t yield. I look over the flowers that cower from just seeing me, and the breeze, knowing of my power. This is the Silent Field. But yet the breeze is so light and delica...
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    Standing up is hard to do. To your friends, to bullies to anything or anyone, you name it. It is hard to speak out, so you can get through The ruff and easy times. There is a light lit Just for you to follow. Influence has a path all of its own. Stand up above bullies; you are stro...
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    We are like twins, inseparable, and are alike in many ways. We look almost the same and think the same as well. You are my best friend, no matter what anyone says. When something goes wrong I can sure tell. It’s almost like something is in the air. We laugh, we cry, and shy away fro...
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    Alice was the youngest of four children, Thomas, her eldest brother, Dominick, the second eldest, and Klaus the third born that was the closest to Alice. Alice soon grew from a baby sister to a younger sister, to a responsible teenager. You heard me, responsible teenager. She was perfect in ever...
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    Sara Shepard’s, The Lying Game shows every Monday at 9/8 central on ABC Family. The show starring Alexandra Chando tells the tale of Emma Becker finding her long lost sister Sutton Mercer, who is in search of their birthmother not knowing that when they meet Sutton has a plan that will change thei...
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    Music is the heart and soul of most people. Every song has a story behind it. Every note has a tear. Every sound there is a fire lit Sending everyone into a dance or a jitter in their seat. Songs can be about love. Songs can be about a cheat. Songs could be played to doves Let ou...
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    There on the table is a blank page waiting for me. Anything can come of it, anything can be made, From a story to a poem about tea or glee. You can write anywhere from sitting in the shade, To in you’re your living room in front of the tube. Horror stories can come of the blank pages s...
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    I don’t think we are stopping. All this horse knows is go. Compared to this horse shopping At a boring store is hours! He is faster than a ninety mile an hour throw! I love this horse, he is very sweet. The only thing about him is there is always go, Just stop doesn’t seem to be in ...
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    I walk up to you. You are just so funny. The way you trot feels like an old bouncy truck. Your personality is so sunny. At least on some days, with luck Everyday. When you are on the trail You seem so calm. But when you enter that arena the only thing people see is your tail. We kno...
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    I know my horse. She bucks. I could probably be someone who rides the broncos at the rodeo. I have no fear though, because I am who I am, I just have that kind of luck! People flip out even though I just feel the jolt, I know You must think I’m crazy. When I get on in the saddle, I fee...
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    You jump up in the saddle, full of promise, so alert. The day seems to start over. You and your horse, together finally after a hard day. You ride with the high hopes of a great one not hoping to fall in the dirt. Your butt in the saddle, your hands folded over the reins. What may Come o...
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    I trip and fall over everything in my path. I have the worst luck walking. When I am on my horse I feel there is no math, To walking to running, even talking. People like me are not afraid Of falling, not afraid of injuries of any kind. It’s natural to us maybe not made That way for...
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    I walk up the stairs the house cold. The windows were broken, the frames Were on the floor cracked and broken, full of mold. It wasn’t a fire that would probably be tame. I walked into my room. My room was destroyed, my window broken. If I stayed here like I wanted it would be my doom....
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    I sat across from you in history and science. When you came to my school I couldn’t believe it. It was really you, prince charming in person. Your perfect brown eyes and your straight brown hair. “You’re crazy Naomi, I’m sorry, but a guy like that probably isn’t going to fall for you a...
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    Jordan was the girl in school everyone wanted to be. Great at everything, smart, funny and the all time crush of Sid Connors. The first time they met was in first grade. Jordan was new, her blond hair was at her shoulders and she had big blue eyes, she seemed to always smile. Sid was the cool kid in...
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    The world is spinning round. My feet not touching the floor. I feel enchanted. There is completely no sound. There is no sign for sure but a long beach shore. As my feet touch the soft sand I feel dizzy no more. My hair was flowing in the salty wind. Soon my feet were at the tip of the w...
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    I walked down the road alone in the dark. The cold wind brushes my skin as I come to the door. As I walk up to my room with a window in the shape of an arch, The drapes are torn over the window telling the story of the poor Soul that lived her before me. How they must have loved this hou...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    I walked down the road alone in the dark. The cold wind brushes my skin as I come to the door. As I walk up to my room with a window in the shape of an arch, The drapes are torn over the window telling the story of the poor Soul that lived her before me. How they must have loved this hou...

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