Write Up Poems - Poems about Write Up

I'M a Poet Listen! I'm a poet,cause I'm got many hurts From them ,never want to lose So, I leave false dirts. And pick up pen to express, Never abuse them , I write to their happiness, Pray, with saying their name. Alright,I don't love like a poet, I'M a poet who loves you! And that love more great Than a poet whom know you. Remember! loyalty exist...

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I'm Kaleidoscopic and so psychotropic. The colours in my brain I never will restrain. Because I could not write without these colours bright....

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The ink returns—not to defend, nor chase the ghosts I used to fend. Not to explain the aching past, but breathe through wounds that couldn’t last. It does not rise with pointed proof, nor beg for silence turned to truth. It flows because the heart now dares to speak in lines what once hid there. Where words once cost too much to say, a...

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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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I'm going to keep writing regardless of the outcome I'm going to keep clicking my keys and my mind I'm going to create from nothing what I need I'm going to give it all I got, cuz its what I do ! I will share my thoughts whether you like it or not I...

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just question, how many pen names "some other" had/have used in here/there?...

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She knocks on my rib cage seeking access to my heart again The knock—the pounding pestle— taunts, its echo won’t stand to be ignored I hold my knees and cover my ears as if that’ll keep my walls untampered I let my flesh wrap me whole— so tight I might suffocate, but I cannot breathe outside this prison, no—this haven She’s still...

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I won’t write, I tell my muse. I refuse. She laughs at my won'ts, my cant's and my do’s. Most know Trixie; she brazenly dictates to me. She is puling my strings, never letting me be. I’m serious, I say. She laughs at my plight. She forces me to stay awake most of the night. Magnificent poems climb into my head. Trixie...

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Why I Write He asks why I write And I say I must Because the words, you see Flow as easy as blood in my veins The pen as natural as the air I breathe Without it, I explain The maze of my mind couldn't handle it He asks how I write And I say that my method cannot be taught For...

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Write About U Still I write about you still I tried to fix things after you She’d try to fight about you still I write about our moments And how each one made me feel Despite the fact that you was spoken for and I was married It felt just like adrenaline, every touch was daring. But I knew what it was and...

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~ To the Tune of 'One More Night' by Phil Collins ~ One more write, I gotta do just ...

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I write and write It is my lust It is my fury But on some days like this I wonder Do they mean anything to you? I read every word and read again I warm with each syllable Until I’m hot and vibrating This Summer Sun awakens My wonder and desire How can I convey this, are words enough?...

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Blue love is a love we feel that is like the ocean, waves that flow. Flow like our mood, high and low, strong then weak. Making us have a feeling of meek. Loving in the blue mood, can make us feel like the blue sky, calm and content. Blue love, is royal because it can give...

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We are the nouns, the mighty tidy nouns house cat, mouse, bat, zebras, elephants and gowns you’re nothing without us, the verbs smirk, laugh and say twirling, whirling, dancing, singing, along the way the adjectives and adverbs laugh at these arrogant two You might be the wood and concrete, but we are the glue without us you cannot be mammoth, tiny,...

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Lyrics By Eileen Manassian Music provided by JT Curtis I write of love, the kind that never dies That gleams with beauty in a lover's eyes I write of love, the kind that conquers death That while it lives, it perfumes every breath I write of love that grants its loved one peace That opens passion's gate in sweet release I write of...

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