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This poem reflects the feeling of finally realizing that you don't always have to look behind you, that eventhough your past my be filled with hurt an..
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As more and more drops fall
Puddles form along the path way,
For the child
It brings hope of adventure,
Of fun.
For the mother
It brings wor..
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A poem mirroring the reality of what some may call "the coorperate ladder" and what so many do to reach the top.
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The blood drips off the shards of glass,
My heart hurts for a reason to go on,
My dedication had been priceless,
My attention had been endless..
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Look at me,
All I need to know is that you know I'm here,
If our eyes could just meet,
No one else would matter,
Nothing could break me away,
T..
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This poem are thoughts to an abusive step father.
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Peace can be found in the little things that we all take for granted at one point in our lives.
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The harsh reality of the mind of human beings. This poem holds our faults accountable and answers some uneasy questions. I actually wrote this poem ..
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