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Carpe Diem by iSteve
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O Me! O Life!...of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless...of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? That you are here-that life exists and identity, That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? 'Carpe Diem' is a collection of poems inspired by "John Keating",(Oh Captain, My Captain) and the name is "Nuwanda. I'm still a beginner and the poems just like Human Evolution will keep on getting better and better as you continue to read Vote if you like and comment if you love. Thanks. Hope you'll enjoy reading it
The Notebook of Deep Poems. by hafsa102003
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Beautiful cover by @castawaytxxmo. Thank you Nathalie! ❤️ A collection of deep, dark thoughts summed up into poetry. So, I'm more of a person who reads wattpad than posting on it and this is my first book, so please please comment and like and let me know your thoughts about my poems. Highest Rank in Poetry: #364 on 9/4/17
Sad poems by a sad girl by moosepotatoe
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These are all poems and small short stories written by me. The quality gets better towards the end:) ( all images are not mine and I got them off google) ........................................................................ The deep sadness that haunts your living moments, the crippling feeling of your heart breaking. The mocking taunts that ring in your ears, the chocked sobs stuck in your throat. The feeling of your anger fuelling your silent tears. You know that one? That aches? The one that you can't seem to forget? We all are well aquatinted with that pain, some better than others. But most of us hide it with a smile painted on as fake as our I'm okays. But those are the strongest people, the ones that will be the last ones laughing. Not a joyful laugh filled with humour, but a cold one, the one sends you chills. Cause we will forever be reminded it would be so easy; just the flick of the knife, a single bullet, a step too close to the edge. But we keep living until the pain gets too much and ache consumes you, and then you know what true hell is like. Not living because you have to but because you don't want to give the ones you love that ache, that pain. ........................................................................