I Do Not Know Poems - Poems about I Do Not Know

In my struggle for life I long I long to be free In my struggle for life I feel I feel like a prisoner Never to escape this place With its blackened walls And destroyed floors Torture and struggle I hate this place With its crumbling rooftop And its battered doors I cry I cry nonstop I beg for forgiveness Though I didn't do anything wrong I still beg In my...

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Ich liebe den frischen Duft der Frühlingsluft; Solange die Luft pollenfrei ist, ist alles in Ordnung. :) Translation:  I love the fresh scent of spring air; As long as the air is pollen-free, everything is fine. :)...

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I have no room for hate in the world, and I’ve always forgiven anyone who’s ever done me wrong—and I wouldn’t have it any other way. There’s already too much hate out there, whether it’s the world struggling to get along or someone choosing to hurt someone else. There are two ways to see the meaning...

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He captured her charm, serenity, and intelligence in his work. He frequently glanced from the canvas to her face. Asking her not to smile was like asking her not to breathe; patience wasn’t her strong suit. What’s in a smile? Beauty, and everything! It was a shame that it didn’t showcase a young woman in her...

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Hello I have emailed each winner and have not received email replies except from 11 of you. Please reply via email as soup mail deletes after six months. Also it is already a challenge matching poets names with email and poem as some vary using pen names. I am giving you time as I know life...

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A love match perfect until the truth won out she was a natural imp and a gifted daughter of nature he was a darkling with mortal appearance to try and gain what wasn't his he tried to cast her into the flame she forgave time and again until the rope tightened around her throat and he...

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It was just a dream but I have a headache from tears I never shed. It was just a dream but my breath is racing. It was just a dream but my heart is still thudding in my chest. It was just a dream but the pain still pulsates throughout my entire body. It was...

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Everyone is unique, so are your dreams write down your own dreams and your own words so you will be unique always ...

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Happiness is waving goodbye, smiling. Grief makes another promise to return. Hesitation even agrees. But Regret is nudging me. Love says: you had too much. And Hate— for once— is silent. Loneliness says: you are not alone....

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The pain is real It wrecks every part of my soul Even my subconcious As I wonder if I can heal I've cried to the heavens But no light was shed on my path The world chokes me with burning coals Vapourizing the ornaments of my being I cry with a loud voice This time!! God where are you? But He answers with a subtle...

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Mother Nature Teaches via Geese m i g r a...

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How enlightened I feel Her music so surreal I wonder on her ordeal Whatt makes her feel these feels? Does she chant them back in silence? Read and recollect at night? Does she always sing with her whole soul? Or is this her therapy, instead of to write? Bjork, bjork She took over New York Hollywood legend of course Even Ayesha doesnt have discourse She's all like Bjork? I...

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You stand on a pedestal higher than the rest You stand up there as if you are on a quest A quest to find what you have been missing A quest to find why you should still be living You stand on a pedestal as if you are a frozen rose You stand up there thinking that you will...

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"Custody Blues in C Minor" (Disaster and Love as a Single Father) One coffee mug I purchased had a cracked lip, A plastic spoon, and half a bed, And the echo of her "I’m done with you" Still knocking around in my head. She gave me a car seat to keep. And a drawer full...

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It’s raining cats and dogs Do you know why Us young kids shout Devil is beating his wife What crazy superstitions We had in North Carolina A woman’s intuition Was powerfully finer Step on a crack Break your mother’s back Why would you do that It’d make her very sad My muse has had a few Forgive my inconsistency The more writing I...

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