New Poems
| Title | Poet |
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The Last Time
When was the last time?
You held your fist in frustration |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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The American Dream
I am an American
And a composite of many dreams |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Fight the Violence
Why should e ban violent lyrics in rap songs?
When they pull our race down, down, down |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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We Wear the Mass
Some people want love
Some people want to be loved |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Poor Children
The poor come in masses
A victim indebted to generation’s people who live poverty |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Inquiry
I am afraid of this inquisition I am in
I fear for delinquency of a child. |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Pilgrimidge
Life
Poor and black |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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She's Not Crying Anymore
Those tattered footsteps of her
and that freckled face |
by Serban Raducu Bogdan on 5/19/2013 |
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Nick Names that came to Be
His demeanor was kind
He had a heart of gold |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Growing Pains
Whose child is this?
I think I know. |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Reflection
Underneath the crescent moon,
Hidden under the celestial sky. |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Anxiety
An annoying fly
Buzzing inside my head |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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In God's Hands
As I rest, I wonder in my sleep, anticipating time
I stay in contact with a dream, as I reminisce on my past |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Searching for the Truth
I asked for Strength......... And God gave me Difficulties to make me strong.
I asked for Wisdom......... And God gave me Problems to solve. |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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A Wilted Rose
A secret admirer gave me a rose
It was said he is the inferno of love |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Lesbian Lover
Should I regret the way I longed for you?
or to deny the way I craved your fingers grasped in mine, |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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What America Means to Me
America is my country,
because I don't know any other place; |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Blood Runs Deep
Blood is the color of crushed terrain
It is a prisoner that tortures the eyes |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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The Darkness of the Hour
I cannot deny the uncertainty of love,
In how you make me feel. |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Innocence
A green caterpillar
Etches along |
by Angela Khristin Brown on 5/19/2013 |
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Love Sonnet 91: 'Our Fondest Memories Sweeten My Dreams'
Our fondest memories sweeten my dreams,
Like buns, jellies and cakes a child adores, |
by Reyvrex Questor Reyes on 5/19/2013 |
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Life is Short
Live the life you love
Love the life you live |
by Patricia Grantham on 5/19/2013 |
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Ode to Poetry Woes
Poetry, oh poetry, why does my attempt to write you make me digress?
Writing you makes me feel uneasy. |
by Emily Trense on 5/19/2013 |
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APPOINTEES MAKE CLAIMS... MAY 20TH,2013
APPOINTEES MAKE CLAIMS … MAY 20TH,2013
BY |
by James Bredin on 5/19/2013 |
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I hardly thought of him today
I hardly thought of him today
Well, when I woke I have to say |
by christine mcCherry on 5/19/2013 |