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Stop a Bullet with a Poem
Stop A Bullet with A Poem If I could stop a bullet with a poem I would. If I could save one life with a poem I would. I’d throw each word like a disk or a shield aiming straight at bullets from 45s and 22s that has black, white, and brown families singing the blues, singing the blues.
By Christopher Sims7 years ago in Poets
Metamorphosis
I rise from the ashes After scorching the lies of my youth I come to terms, realize It’s okay to be a mess I no longer have to evade my truth
By meka carter7 years ago in Poets
Outline
You don’t know the first thing about strength, When the battle gets too hard, you run away. Put others before yourself in harm’s way,
By heaven young7 years ago in Poets
Hello, December
Hello, December, how've you been? It's been a while since we last met; we should catch up, spend time together while we can.
By katherine j zumpano7 years ago in Poets
The Spy and the Bird
(I'm working on publishing a poetry collection with a whole bunch of new poems so I haven't uploaded anything on here for a while. In the meantime, my little brother wanted to try and write a poem with me and this is what we came up with LOL.)
By LIFE MAZI7 years ago in Poets
Eggshell Treadmill
I feel things that shouldn't matter But they do to me, and I don't want them to Which makes me want to punch a wall I feel like the world is a treadmill
By Violet P. Davies7 years ago in Poets
Healing Scars yet Healing... Scars
Healing scars. -A masterpiece? Receive the master's peace. The chains of the past once bruised my ankles Ensuring I never moved
By Adam Khamis7 years ago in Poets
Walking Away
He called me today I had no words to say My anger still brimming from days long gone away What am I to say It's you that pushed me away
By Rhenato Amayamoto7 years ago in Poets
Silky Beach
It's a little cold in between my covers, silky smooth... You won't even look at me, but it doesn't kill you. Do you not get cold
By Ramiro A. Hernandez7 years ago in Poets
Three, Two, One
Three things you see. I see the failure I have become, represented in the textbooks I have failed to open in months. I see the hopes and dreams
By B7 years ago in Poets
LSD Reflections
Your mind makes use of every hour Like learning to use a new super power. Retrieving my sanity in the shower, It felt like being reborn.
By K. M. Strong7 years ago in Poets
So Far, So Good
One time, I was told to line up. Our ties were removed by absent hands with long, bored fingers and inspected... then, we washed dirty steel liars
By Thomas Owens8 years ago in Poets