The Poem Junction

The Poem Junction

Friday, May 2, 2014

Book

I feel as if
I am a
Hindrance
Rather than
An aid
When it comes
To the minds
Of others.

I feel as if
I should give
The words of
Others instead
Of my own.
For they require
Less time to construct,
And hold

More meaning.

By Laura Jenkins


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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Untitled User Submission by D.M.C.B

It’s a shame now that it’s warm outside; we used to sit in the sun

smiling, joking about how happy we were.

My curtains have been drawn for a week

and when we said it couldn’t possibly last,

that it can’t be this good forever,

we were so sadly right.

by d.m.c.b
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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Flow

Straight, rigid lines,

Cutting deep borders,

Slicing and distributing

Neat little pieces of land.
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Friday, April 11, 2014

Avard31

This particular poem I wrote for the beginning of a movie script that I am writing for fun. It is based on my beautiful girlfriend of three years. I hope you enjoy it.

This love transcends all space and time
Our only purpose is to hear "you're mine."
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Shattered

My primitive mind seeks knowledge of the unknown
My selfish deeds seek condolence of thine heart
My weary thoughts know nothing of remorse.....

The unknown is something I have not found,
The feeling of selflessness, love, and happiness....
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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

September 24th 1945

The most beautiful sea:
                   hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child:
                   hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days:
                   we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
                   I haven't said yet...

by Nâzım Hikmet Ran

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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The Great Storm, A Poem by Mr. Brunker

I’m no God but neither is he.
He doesn’t hold her the same.
His hands are heavy and every time.
Every time he touches her hips she bruises.
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Sunday, April 6, 2014

Whole

Stop showing
You love me
A little at a time.
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Saturday, April 5, 2014

Lonely Suicide

it's scary when no one understands
you think they do but they lie
always leading you on and fucking your mind
leaving your body aside
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Friday, April 4, 2014

Revelations

Take the knife, twist it in my heart
Stand back, and watch me fall apart
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Along The Sea

As I wander far
Along the foreign strand
I feel the tug of home
Pulling on my hand,
I feel the loneliness
That I have made for me
Whenever I am here
On the edge of the sea.
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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Be Sweet To Me

the limbs are bare
exposed to the elements
vulnerable without
the cover of obvious beauty

shuddering at the slightest breath
and reachout out for shelter
in the season's embrace
swept up in the moment
and carried by the restlessness
of falling over and again


By frost42_24

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The Village Blacksmith

Under a spreading chestnut tree
the village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.
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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Just Tell Me

Tell me that it's over.
Tell me to give up.
Tell me that I broke your heart
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Monday, March 31, 2014

A Poem For YOU

In this world of Uncertainties
I’m the man that you can trust
And in my words of sincerity
That my love would never last.
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Sunday, March 30, 2014

Loved

i love you he said
and i loved you too.
the word is loved,
past tense.

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Angela: A Woman Lost

Hey, where is Angela?
The brown eyes
The red lipstick
The slicked back hair
And a smile without a care
Did I bring her here today?
Do any of y’all see her or hear her in my voice?
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A unique poem that is hard to forget

God has granted you a confidence that is unmatched. 
He granted you friends and family who care. 
You helped me in my time of need and I will always remember that. 
But I see this path you are going down and I am begging you not to, it only leads to the devils lair.
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Saturday, March 29, 2014

I Hate Love Poems

I hate love poems.
I love it when he writes them for me.
I love it when he recites them in my ear,
But i hate love poems.

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Friday, March 28, 2014

An Angel's Goodbye

As she looks down from the sky
She looks onto her grave
She was a young, innocent girl
That no one could save.

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