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Poetry Trolls

Poetry Trolls

We'll make it plain,
We'll make it clear.
We hate your guts,
When we're on here....

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You have no power over me

No longer your puppet

You have no power over me

A flurry of emotions doubt, fear, exhilaration! You want me?
But I’m just a girl trying to pull...

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Dark clouds within

Water the beautiful Rose

The clouds of darkness that rain within you are necessary to water the seeds of true happiness for without...

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Too Much Power

Wrong hands

Too Much Power

Write your lines.
How about no.
Drying of young age,
Well, that really shows!

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Park Football

Nostalgia at 40yrs old

every day when school was done
we played football in the park
using jumpers for goalposts...

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Dear, Domonique

I wrote you a poem

Dear, Domonique

I know that you think you have nothing left to live for because you lost so much, but little do...

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Loose Consequence

Loose Consequence

Tripping over the guilt
that could not be off loaded...

A slow erosion of the soul......

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How To Never Have To Wait...

How To Never Have To Wait In Lines

I want to share a story of mine.
It's about how to never have to wait in lines.
If you listen...

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Lost.

My eyes cry.
Like dark clouds in a torturous sky.
My voice sobs.
From me happiness...

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Nychtemeron

Nychtemeron

consumers
of cold sunrises
we force our lust
of warm sunsets.

tangled
...

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One moment in time šŸ’™

One moment in time šŸ’™

Just a breeze thru the trees is a natural sublime

Yet the weather can change with no reason or...

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The Gravest Show On Earth

The Gravest Show On Earth

Give me anarchy
or give me death...

Splattered all over the internet
for the pleasure...

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ROYAL APPOINTMENT


Let me see your arm this won't hurt a bit
Guaranteed to make you stay alive and fit
...

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Waking Dead

Waking Dead

When i wake up
i hope wake up dead
In some head
Oooo
I talk to me
Put it...

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In The Days Of Nicole

In The Days Of Nicole

She was French, once it was Polish, later German,
it didn't matter, as long as they weren't English...

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Bibliophile.

They say.
A bird in the hand.
Is worth two in the bush.
I say.
A book in the...

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Humans

Why do we repeat the same miss takes
Again... and again
Generation after generation
...