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The Last Time
The last time our parents dragged us inside after playing with our friends for hours The last time we unboxed our toys, rode our little bikes, and wore our little shoes The last time we believed in Santa or the Easter bunny or the tooth fairy The last time we sang the “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” song to…
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Why Am I?
Life is a confusing, exhilarating, depressing journey Yet it is finite I only have so little time to stretch through the forests, mountains, streets, and deserts Tundras, oceans, plateaus, and savannahs To figure out who or what I am To solve the strongest questions of life: | Who Am I? Who is this young girl…
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This Poem Does Not Exist
Can you see me? Can you hear me? Can you listen to me? I’m often surrounded by plenty of people but on the other hand, I’m as visited as the Titanic People love me as if I’m Henry VIII Not bad, right? They love me so much that they know so much about me, like……
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Earth is Turning
Earth is turning It used to stop for me during every solemn sorrow Everyone would stop for me until I could get back up And I could lift them up while they were feeling down Yet the Earth keeps turning in the end After I’m done growing, the Earth will be done stopping It can’t…
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The Soldier and Her Cat
Soldiers have millions of duties, the toughest of them all Slaying demons, protecting the king, keeping the kingdom safe She has to fight relentlessly and never give up Even when it may be her undoing From the same mold, you both come You both live in the same castle As you grow up wit her…
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Body Count
My body is a liar It continues to grow without letting me know Yet it pretends to be the same Whether I eat more, less, or the same amount Whether I exercise or not My body continues to morph into a disgusting glutton The numbers become my enemies as they mock me for how big…
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The Doll’s Funeral – Poem Edition
It was a dark, stormy afternoon The child marched through the damp grass with smells of mildew The child’s boots were so muddy, one could no longer identify the red The child’s umbrella was as wet as a towel The rain washing down on the raincoat like the child’s tears | The child dragged a…
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Hourglass City
Time is running out I’m running out of time Out of time, I am running Running time is out As I feel the hours of my days are finite The days of chatter and laughter The days of minuscule success and failure The days outside and inside But all that time has faded in the…
adolescence, adult, adulthood, child, Childhood, college, future, growing up, hourglass, kid, Life, poems, Poetry, writing, youth poetry -
Kindness to Blindness
Born from the ribs of compassion and eternal love I slide right down, eyes closed and unready Excited and upset for the world I’ve been immersed into | Growing up is a skill A skill that requires butterflies to be able to do it I come into the world full of wonder, yet compassion Told…
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