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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 36 of 828

"Broken Pavement" On the cold and quiet pavement I find my peace It knows me well From the print of my shoe And the sag in my step As I walk on it They walk on me I love how the rain bounces off these streets One drip Then another Weathering the pavement We crack together!
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature: 26 of 578

"The Valley" Will you dream with me And share that which I see? There in our tiny valley A place where we can be Away from daily tussles And the cruelty of man. There in our tiny valley We truly will be blessed. We'll watch those rushing rivers Feed the forest at our feet. What fruit will bloom past the grip of man? Oh how I...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Pain in life: 45 of 549

The moon breaks down On the corner of a street St. Jude's wrecked in pieces With the dreamers at his feet And undercover lovers Running desperate in the night Escape the torment teachings Of the false prophesy of light They stumble in the gutters Ragged, wasted, drifting life As he begins to mutter But struggles with the str...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Writing: 45 of 464

"The Poet's Lament" Oh, poor pathetic fool Is there no more ink for you? All dried up are those well-witted phrases Expectant of all men's praises! Once they admired you Talk of the town! Stealing your pretty little sayings And mixing them with their own. You did not seem to mind- As long as you were on top, As long as you h...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nighttime blues: 18 of 146

Scenes from the Diner The nighthawks sit in somber Sippin' coffee from their cups Invigoratin', buzzin', makin' lovin' From the muck While shadow beaten faces ponder Hopeless memories Till the feelin' of the fire Breaks away into disease And the lonely hearted mongers Meager from ennui Take one last sip of coffee Then turn t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loving you: 55 of 162

Tongue-tied With what words can I speak of your beauty? To what use are any words? For not a simple phrase formed from these lips could yield such service They have not the skill to capture the talents of God's hand in forming you So be not surprised when the words fall flat But know that in all my fumbling ways I was only t...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Feeling lost: 283 of 652

"Thoughts on Myself" I am but an empty voice I am no great lover I am no great dreamer I am no great bother I have never faced the world Full force I take my placeno hesitation And I lie to the mirror As my words fall flat upon the ground
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 90 of 181

Scotch-walkers You my only friend who holds me through the darkness of another disturbing night I love you more than I love myself and there is something remarkable in that For you understand me better than I could ever hope to And through some damn chemical interaction you set all the right pleasuring sensations in motion T...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 742 of 1171

"In Search for Solace" Make your peace with me tonight Ere we're startled by that looming light For what we hold against each other Will raze the other when ones at rest Pride a scornful thing (a certain truth) Carves out the toils The fruitlessness For we know not how to yield To circumstances that disembowel The greatness ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Suicidal thoughts: 147 of 197

Eternal Fix I have had the thought in some state of suspense for some time now But tonight I must face it head on To look at myself and judge me no more fit for life Than a rapist, or pedophile, or a murderer What is my crime you ask That I dream For that leads to the greatest perversion of all Hope No man should ever have h...