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Unused Lyrics and Absurdity by maverickdrenzaria
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Another collection of poems and unused song lyrics. The earliest ones date back to 2015 and 2016. A lot of them are complete absurdity. Like the title says. I decided to include a few poems from a poetry project back in high school, because I heard that my English teacher passed away.
The Work of Isolation| ✅️ by serastella
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Age comes with a lot of surprises and mainly nothing good. "The old me is still there but she is too hurt" A look into my teens. Credits to @MissFischee98 for this wonderful gift (cover)
Welcome to My Mind by xPoetree
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I'll be writing about whatever is going on in my head. Usually, I'll transfer it into a poem because why not? Also... Hey, Emus Like People. Mostly Europeans...
Poetry Collection by w1c70r
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The collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adolescent passions, mixed with my biography. Now, without doubt there are many other poets, in life, who could write for fourteen discourses in fourteen different types of verse .... However, there are very few who could write them all with that natural grace, and I doubt there is any other poet who could fit these complex forms with so many ideas of what I could expose ....
Self Love by KiraKai07
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I realized the desperation for someone else more than myself. I begged and begged to be loved, and in the end. I realized I couldn't love me, there is no way I could, if I am begging to be loved by someone other than myself. Crying and screaming at the top of lungs, to be loved that saddens me. Do I even love myself or did I ever?