Anonymous


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  • NotAPoet (9/19/2018 6:50:00 PM)

    I can't dance.
    I hear the rhythm, I tap my feet.
    I feel the music but I am still.
    I am nothing.
    I laugh, I write, I feel nothing.
    I am counterfeit.
    I have not known suffering or loss.
    I have never had less than everything.
    I am happy.
    I am empty.

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  • Britte Ninad Britte Ninad (8/14/2018 12:56:00 AM)

    mastermind advice writer - old is gold

  • Mahadev saudanoor (7/14/2018 4:28:00 AM)

    Mahresult

  • Mahadevi pillai (6/25/2018 5:48:00 AM)

    Nice poem

  • Anony-Mous (6/24/2018 6:57:00 AM)

    The need to speak, but your lips lock. You can't breathe. Suffocating in your dark dreams, both night and day.
    How to speak again? How to open the lock when the key sunk to the bottom of your ocean of tears.
    In this hurt you stand lonely and ashamed. Ashamed for that what the monster did, while the beast is running free.

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  • anonymous (5/9/2018 10:32:00 AM)

    poetry sucks

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  • Prashant (5/3/2018 6:51:00 PM)

    Wrong poem

Best Poem of Anonymous

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to ...

Read the full of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I Don'T Want To Die

I want to go home,
I want to go home,
I don't want to go in the trenches no more,
Where whizz-bangs and shrapnel they whistle and roar.
Take me over the sea
Where the Alleyman can't get at me.
Oh my,
I don't want to die,
I want to go home.

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