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Polly drew the curtains
Of the large room
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There’s more fish in the sea, Your mother once said, when
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He doesn’t take no for an answer;
Thinks he’s God’s gift to women,
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Do you know what my father
Said about art? Ezra asks.
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Already the snow has fallen On the tops of trees
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Anny would have been there, Would have travelled that train,
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I need to let loose, All the demons in my head,
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And there, as you came by the pillar, Was the nun praying, not softly like
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If you were good and they thought You’d be safe to walk along to the drugs
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Yes, you could see her From where you sat in
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Some kids had cats or dogs, Or if their parents were rich
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You know you are breathing your last And lying on your deathbed. Funny
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One day there was a crow that lived in a bow that was in a show. He always tried to fly, so he blow and blow but he couldn't fly, but his mum said go with the flow.
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You came this close To being caned by
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Men will watch paint dry If it reminds them of women
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Sheepshead bay, Brooklyn Holocaust Park, and you’re sitting
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Occasionally as you amble along A busy sidewalk in New York
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I'm almost too tired to hold this pen Everything is slipping away again
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For the umpteen time in as many days You were caught sitting in the window
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by Facade
15 lines,
on Aug 19 12:50 PM. In Love, Thoughts, Adult, Contemporary, Erotica, Longing, Romance, Sensual, Poem, Poetry
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Your eyes, the windows into your soul, Look dark and frightened as you stare
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Outside children play, but you Are stuck inside, sitting at the window,
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Each morning you’d watch The door for the nursing officer
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Not just distance In measurement of space
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It’s no fun pushing
A dead baby into the world,
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It’s some time Since someone
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Only a few times
During the day
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Outside the window
It’s snowing; you can see
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Days and months had passed, I had to live by myself,
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Miss Shirley Dee Is Ms. Perfect
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Tipperary is behind you now,
It’s part and parcel of your past.
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Some evenings near death
As you settle down
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You could have watched her All day from where you were;
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You thought you saw Christ
In Central Park
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This poem is about innocent kids who are living in the streets everyday. It talks about them having no shelter, food, clothes or a clean pl
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by Terrell.T.Valentino
30 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 28 3:20 PM. In Terrell, Tachi, Seabrooks, Valentino, Poetry, Poem, Sadness, Sad, Depression
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I can't believe what I'm feeling You're confusing me you five star being
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When I sense this liquid with my ears It lets me know God is near
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Fen Wong’s father
Had a copy
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Bo Lee reclines, And thinks on men
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This is for my friend, Kitarah.
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You remember it snowed
At your Myrtle’s funeral;
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You and the dog
And the deep depression
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I never knew my brother was a poet, till I saw him on this site.
I asked what it was and he told me its a place to write
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Poetry comes from the heart So ask yourself this....
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What you remember most
About Miss Fleavage at
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I want to write a story, a story of love and angry.
by aphasic
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 14 11:06 PM. In thoughts, personal, pain, other, baby, escape, jealously, poem, dream, layman
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