poetry
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Hush! No! Nay! Who says?!It was just the other day he held my hand to his heartTo feel his love for me beat without fears.Love, do you so quickly drop my hand and depart?And is that the dress she will wear?The one you are stitching now? Such beautiful lace, it would be so unfortunate to…
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Not even seated,Your final goodbyes start toDevour my heart. I knew it was bad when I broke down at my desk. I could feel my head swelling and the air getting thinner. I still tried to keep it together. I may have made it until he asked “How are you feeling?”. I was never a…
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Why do you struggle to stifle your yawns? You’ll never stop the undulating waves- They’re inevitable as rising dawns. Take solace in the mysterious caves, Filled deep with treasures we can call our own. Go! Release life’s shackles that keep us slaves! Here, you are tasteless meat and brittle bones, Fast decaying into a walking…
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You call yourself lucky, But you’ve been lucky before. It isn’t until you’ve been sucked dry Do you realize Luck never lasts. Did you even notice your aversion To sunlight? And your increased intake of Blood Red Wine? You can’t ignore the insuppressible chills Cascading down your spine. Reminding you of that Last mistake, And…
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This is a love poem. Un poema para mi y para ti. I make my intentions clear and release these words to be free. No hay nadie más – you are the one my dear. Mirame a los ojos and witness the sea of stars I’ve sailed. The course was so long and arduous, I…
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Pantoum: best described as a poem with a pattern of repeated lines from beginning to end (and best written with wine).
