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Lost Love

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My dear sweet love
why have you gone?
I see you there,
but not for long.

My heart cries out for only you
I need my friend,
my lover too…

what happened to you?
You’re never there,
you look away
but I still stare.

Sitting here now wondering why,
you left me so empty, used up, and dry.

My life is in pieces
my heart is too,
why didn’t God pick me for you…

This poem was written/submitted by Kristen.


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The warmth and beauty of sunrise
Reminds me of your disguise
To these chocking words that I concede
Confused if goodbye is what I need

Every time I think of this each sleepless night
Makes me loose my sense of wrong and right
Even though I try so hard darling
I always end up in my suffocating room crying

How could a plain and simple girl like you
Makes me fall in love so deep
How could everything you do
Makes it so hard for me to breathe

I should have known this wasn’t real
And let you know the pain I feel
Was it a mistake to make you my star
‘Cause I ended up tending these undying scars

I wanna throw away this life I led
And be asleep forever on my bed
For I am nothing but a mess of a dreamer
With the nerve to miss your voice so tender

Gazing back to the beauty of the sunrise
Where there, my past hope lies
Waiting for another life reason to rise
Wanting to find another meaning of that sunrise

This poem was written/submitted by Wishmaker619.

Why Can’t I

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Why can’t I just be a bird
That reaches up to the sky
Looking down to all the views
And always free to fly.

Why can’t I just be the sun
That warms the summer day
Giving light to all of us
Even on gray winter’s day

Why can’t I just be a tree
That bestows us pleasant shade
Bequeathing fruits or lovely flowers
That never seemed to fade

Why can’t I just be a baby
Who’s as innocent as can be
Bereft of anguish, problems and anxiety
Like the one you gave to me

Why can’t I stop missing you
Why can’t I end up longing for you
Why can’t I cease myself to cry
Why can’t I just say goodbye

This poem was written/submitted by Fiona.

Stuck in the water log

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I am stuck in the water log
lost and tired
still in pain
and cant move on
waters growing
I just can’t breathe
suffocating and bored
is all i feel

Pull me out
I am in fear
I can’t cry
but still in tears
blood stains all over i cant escape
trying to regret
for all my mistakes
shouldn’t have come here
to get the curse

I wish i could survive
just for some while
to pray to the God
who i had forgot

This poem was written/submitted by proxy.

I’m scared

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I’m scared that you might leave me all by myself.
I’m scared you might desert me for someone else.
I’m scared my love won’t be enough.
That’s why I’m trying to be tough.
There’s a distant look in your eyes that you try so hard to hide.
I feel like we’re growing apart and it’s breaking my heart.
There’s just nothing I can do to stop this pain.
That’s slowly driving me insane.
But all the pain comes to an end when you tell me you want to just be friends.

This poem was written/submitted by katelyn pinckney.

My life is like a rose

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My life is like a rose
Each petal is a special part that makes up a picture.
Every petal that falls is something that can not be forgotten.
Every few years a petal is lost.
Soon the rose will be bare,
No petals to show its beauty.

Its stem brown
Its nectar dry
This rose shall die.

No one will forget those petals,
That have gone brown & brittle.

One day another rose will bloom
Till then I am just a rose, a dark, dead

This poem was written/submitted by Chloe.

Liberian Peter

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No one asks where I am from.
I must be from a place where no one likes to come.
I have always checked these books in and out.
Peter you’re a loser with out a doubt.

No one knows that I exist.
I host the fiesta of the non fiction list.
Putting books in ABC order.
Bossing them around like they were my daughters.
My peace and quiet is always lost.
When people complain how much a book cost.

What they say must be true.
I have no life and nothing to do.

No one knows I will commit suicide today.
Hopefully the books will see it my way.
Carrying on to find a new reader.
But none better than the Liberian Peter.

This poem was written/submitted by Sharod Blake.

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