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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The girl with the sharp eyes Sits in the back of the class. Her eyes, Deep blue like sapphires, Have a glint in them That could cut you. They’re razor eyes. They’re glassy icicles. They gleam under her expressive Arched brows, Unreadable. It’s impossible to know What she’s think...
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    I’ll fill up your glass when you’ve finished off your drink. You draw in pencil, so I’ll seal if off with ink. There’s a spot on your glasses. Here, I’ll wipe it off. I’ll buy you Tylenol Cold whenever you get a cough. You’re not that far away But I still feel the distance. The ...
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    I’m not the girl That all the boys are chasing, But my heart I Am constantly misplacing; Holding onto guys who don’t notice me. I see you’re thinking. There are girls on every corner, And I wish you Could see me through my armor. Take an honest look, and I think you’ll see I thin...
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    I told you that you hurt me when we had that fight. You insisted I was guilty and that you were right. I tried to be forgiving and take the blame, But you’ve done this countless times and I’m sick of the shame. Picking myself up to appease you, it’s an endless war, But I won’t let you h...
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    I put your picture under my pillow And dream of you as I’m in bed. Then I get up in the morning And I tear your face to shreds. One minute, I swear I can’t live without you And the next I wish you dead. That’s what happens when your heart is clashing With the logic in your head. One ...
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    If you wanted to give me some assurance, If you wanted to call out, “Hey, by the way, Amanda, I like you, and I want to be with you,” That would be cool. But if that’s too hard for you, You don’t have to. Don’t worry about it. Really! I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about my sensit...
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    If I was Marco Polo, I wouldn’t trek across barren deserts Or hike up perilous, snow-capped mountains Just to discover exotic spices or beautiful silk, Because really, what does all that wealth mean, anyway? You know I’m bad with directions And I guarantee I’d be the kind of idiot Who...
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    Mostly I write in secret. People know that I write, But they don’t know what I write about. I’m too afraid to share my poems with most people. All these sappy love poems . . . It’s a little embarrassing. Come on . . . An introverted girl who keeps to her room, Writing love poems late...
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    Remember your garden, Behind the back fence, Down the hill, in the woods? We always trekked down there With bare feet, Scuffing up our tender skin On pebbles and roots and other debris. But we took that long route To your garden anyway. Remember the blueberry patch And your sprawling ...
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    When your footsteps echo in the hallway in the morning And you shuffle down to the kitchen to make me tea, I hear music. As I lie in bed, I can feel musical notes blowing in my window And rustling the curtains like wind. When you’re making dinner, cutting up sweet potatoes just for me Becau...
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    Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary Would say that you are ‘One attached to me by affection or esteem’. You are much more than that. That sounds so formal. But a true friend, A lets-you-cry-on-the-phone, Picks-you-up-when-you-fall friend . . . There is nothing formal about that. ...
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    No One was born to an empty home. Ignored and insulted, she grew up alone. Her parents impassive; the very worst kind. To cope with the world, she got lost in her mind. No One was sad, her heart vacant and still. Nobody cared and so down went her will. School was a prison; a hostile jail. A v...
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    I could tell she was stressed and upset. She had the beginnings of tears in her eyes. So I gave her a hug. She asked me, “What do you do when you are upset?” So I told her: “I sing.” I sing like I’m not afraid. I sing like I have the most beautiful Voice on earth. I sing like nobo...
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    Loneliness lives in my bedroom. I invited her over once, expecting her to stay for just a few hours or maybe a day. But when I got home from school, she had kicked off her shoes, hung up her clothes in my closet, and made herself comfortable. I knew then that Loneliness was planning to stay for a...
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    I didn’t just appear from nowhere. I didn’t fall out of the sky And drop into your empty lap Like a rejected, despondent UFO I wasn’t formed from nothing. No, I had a clear beginning. I am deeply rooted inside of you. Everything I am is what you are. Everything you want to say is W...
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    September 8, 1917 St. Petersburg I am going to write this journal all in English, because I must practice my English before we get to America. Mama tells us to speak English as much as we can. Much of the time my sister Viktoriya gets lazy and just speaks Russian, but I want to be as good at Engli...
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    When you go into my room You’ll see stuff everywhere Stuffed animals and picture frames A lumpy beanbag chair A tennis racket, lots of books A bleach stain on the rug And there is a mark on my desk Made by an old tea mug Shells and starfish on the shelf Books, pens, and pencils too A pot...
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    A dying, wilted flower Is what I have become An empty, hollow oyster shell A dried out piece of gum An old abandoned bird’s nest A wrapper in the trash In the corner of your fireplace I am the grimy ash I think that no one wants me I think nobody cares I lie in bed and cry all night And...
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    “Please can I run ahead, Papa?” I asked, leaning out the side of the wagon carelessly, looking at my father sitting up in front with the reigns in his hands. “My legs are really stiff!” He chuckled and smiled at my restlessness. I could never sit still for more than five minutes, and I wa...
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    Fighting against the strong wind, I tied up the opening of the tent flap. The wind wanted to keep the tent open; to let us freeze right down to our marrow by allowing the elements of the cold autumn night to attack us. I wished we could have made a fire. But the breeze would have blown it out instan...
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    I am a nobody. Well, perhaps I’m not a nobody. Aren’t nobodies invisible? And I am not invisible. I am in plain sight for all the people who point and laugh at me as I walk down the street. I walk with my head hanging, my back hunched, so that I don’t have to look into their cruel, mocking...
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    Corinne woke up and felt a breeze rushing over her face. How peculiar, she thought. There is a breeze inside my room. Then she looked over and remembered that she left the sliding door to the porch balcony open all night, and the warm summer wind was coming in through the screen door. Corinne got up...
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    The rain comes down hard It beats down on my back But I try to get through With my hope still intact It’s not always easy To push through the rain Sometimes these trials Will make you insane You might stop believing That dreams can come true But if you keep trying You’ll always get th...
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    One lovely summer afternoon I visited the zoo I expected everything the same, but oh, that was not true The animals were pshycos, very simply put The happy, bouncing kangaroos were hopping on one foot The elephants were purple and the polar bears were pink The rabbits were so smelly and the sku...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    One afternoon, my cousin Emily and I were bored. We weren’t in the mood to do any of the activities that usually amused us. Emily’s mom couldn’t stand to watch us mope around the house, so she banished us to the basement. The basement was large and had a lot of open space. There was plenty of ...

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