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Shattered
A Poem by
speakingcolors
Do you hear the crowds calling with one voice? It is your name that they sing with hope in pain. Do you see what the world has come to be? It is..
Please Tell Me
A Poem by
speakingcolors
This is to all those in my life who never let me down To the ones who let me live but never let me drown This is to all my greatest years tucke..
my puzzle pieces
A Poem by
speakingcolors
i'm staring at my life. it looks all jumbled, like the pieces of a puzzle; some of them are missing
i\'ve learned
A Poem by
speakingcolors
I know this has been done before, but I felt it was my turn. I also think that I'll continue adding on to this. If you have anything that you think ..
my friend, the wooden chair
A Poem by
speakingcolors
i looked at the empty chair next to me and wondered what it would look like if it were not so empty. but then i realized that i didn't want it to ..
this feeling i feel
A Poem by
speakingcolors
this feeling i feel creeps into my heart and pulls at my hair until i cry myself to sleep
innocence in the hands of a child
A Poem by
speakingcolors
what is innocence buta young child holdingin their small hands barefoot in soft green grass
for you, whatever your name may be
A Poem by
speakingcolors
i know a girl but i do not know her name for it changes and i do not know what to
A Year to the December
A Poem by
speakingcolors
As far as I remember It was a strange andwarm December That night when I first met you And you showed my how to love As beautiful as above That..
[untitled words] or When the Words Write
A Poem by
speakingcolors
For the most part an author or writer or person writes the poem. But every once in a little hile, something special happens. A hand picks up a..
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