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Long poems (300 words or more), most recently posted poems first.
Lozzamus
Published
Today 11:02pm
Today 11:02pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 7: Mixed Blessings
School offered little respite - apart from the chance to play the piano in the main hall sometimes. Early on, I became locked in a cycle that usually began with someone teasing me and ended with me losing my temper. I would get frustrated and hurl objects around or rip the buttons off my shirt, largely because I didn’t have adequate skills to articulate frustration. During a needlework lesson towards the end of my first year, three boys in the class kept provoking me until I reached for a wooden item and hurled it at the window. Fortunately, the glass didn’t shatter.
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#childhood
#family
#memories
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Cloven_Zonkle
Published
Today 10:45pm
Today 10:45pm
The Pictures Drawn
It's was just a matter of time before I decided to try
Equitable
Hey dude, I'm still in love with you.
Tell me,
people who know me
How can I not keep it? But I'm still cleaning
It's time to clean up this dump instead of moving on
It took me longer than most groups
The supernatural has to be, but it's not really so
Go to
They are the ones who see me and me
I kept uploading the pictures as calmly and steadily as I could
Whether you struggle to do what...
Equitable
Hey dude, I'm still in love with you.
Tell me,
people who know me
How can I not keep it? But I'm still cleaning
It's time to clean up this dump instead of moving on
It took me longer than most groups
The supernatural has to be, but it's not really so
Go to
They are the ones who see me and me
I kept uploading the pictures as calmly and steadily as I could
Whether you struggle to do what...
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Academic
Published
Today 9:52pm
Today 9:52pm
Seems like Britain basically wants to rule the world again. Lol! Come on then Liz Truss let's fight them!
By Stanley Collymore
Get a life Liz Truss as what passes
for your present one has actually long ago passed its sell by date!
Ralistically therefore you basically
do really need, to be de-selected
by your constituents Liz. For you
are a dangerous and essentially
also, a distinctively delusionally
conceited idiot with absolutely
no principles whatsoever, and
literally too, those undeniably
repulsively, and self-servingly
repulsive, characteristics you
obviously have and would so ...
Get a life Liz Truss as what passes
for your present one has actually long ago passed its sell by date!
Ralistically therefore you basically
do really need, to be de-selected
by your constituents Liz. For you
are a dangerous and essentially
also, a distinctively delusionally
conceited idiot with absolutely
no principles whatsoever, and
literally too, those undeniably
repulsively, and self-servingly
repulsive, characteristics you
obviously have and would so ...
#hate
#dark
#greed
#denial
#emptiness
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Nevermindthegaps
Published
Today 1:45pm
Today 1:45pm
Things I’ve Injured This Year
punched my signature
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
into 6mm plate-steel
broke my right hand in three places
shattered the knuckle
needs surgery
told to have 6 weeks off
walked back into work
6 hours later
swelling won’t go down
my pain doesn’t matter
never has
tore the facia in my left heel
partially off the bone ...
#hurt
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Wired6
Published
Today 12:21pm
Today 12:21pm
And So The World Ended.
There once was a mysterious Lady, named"Pearl Macull."
Who,in her beauty,travelled the world,in search of what,
She didn't know.
She just knew,she loved travelling,travelling, the world.
She often,often,travelled alone.
She preferred her own,her own,company.
One day,in the month of June,whilst travelling 2 "The Conflict In The Congo."
She came across an eastern lowland Gorilla,indigenous 2 the country. (The wildlife is Phenomenal),named Daisy.
Pearl felt privileged 2 get so close 2 Daisy,and...
Who,in her beauty,travelled the world,in search of what,
She didn't know.
She just knew,she loved travelling,travelling, the world.
She often,often,travelled alone.
She preferred her own,her own,company.
One day,in the month of June,whilst travelling 2 "The Conflict In The Congo."
She came across an eastern lowland Gorilla,indigenous 2 the country. (The wildlife is Phenomenal),named Daisy.
Pearl felt privileged 2 get so close 2 Daisy,and...
#earth
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TheMonsterfromHe11
Published
Today 4:36am
Today 4:36am
Blood Kink
A kiss to my clavicle, as hot as shot through it.
I'm taken aback by the burning and pain of it all but undoubtedly enraptured by this act.
My shirt torn through by the bullet and left behind.
How you've empty me in such a way, but left me wanting to know more of this strong impression.
I can hardly speak as this sensation slowly ripples up my collarbone to my throat.
I'm particularly hindered speechless.
Will you bless me with those salty gentle kisses again?
Rub that salt in the wound if you so please.
...
I'm taken aback by the burning and pain of it all but undoubtedly enraptured by this act.
My shirt torn through by the bullet and left behind.
How you've empty me in such a way, but left me wanting to know more of this strong impression.
I can hardly speak as this sensation slowly ripples up my collarbone to my throat.
I'm particularly hindered speechless.
Will you bless me with those salty gentle kisses again?
Rub that salt in the wound if you so please.
...
#lust
#dark
#BDSM
#night
#dirty
43 reads
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Published
Yesterday 11:55pm
Yesterday 11:55pm
Murder, Motive, and Memory: A Little Essay on Agatha Christie
The best encapsulation of detective novelist and “Queen of Crime” Agatha Christie’s appeal came, I think, from the poet Stevie Smith, in a review she wrote of Christie’s late novel, 1967’s Endless Night: “I mostly read Agatha Christie this year (and every year). I wish I could write more about what she does for one in the way of lifting the weight, and so on."
I myself read Agatha Christie as a child and am still very fond of her. I like reading her work in paperback form, as published by Fontana with those beautiful and eccentric covers. I return to Christie whenever I need...
I myself read Agatha Christie as a child and am still very fond of her. I like reading her work in paperback form, as published by Fontana with those beautiful and eccentric covers. I return to Christie whenever I need...
#murder
#books
#historical #nonfiction
#historical #nonfiction
26 reads
1 Comment
Cloven_Zonkle
Published
Yesterday 11:22pm
Yesterday 11:22pm
Atrocity Exhibition
#sex
#abuse
#confessional #confusion
#confessional #confusion
26 reads
0 Comments
I_IS_ME
Published
Yesterday 10:09pm
Yesterday 10:09pm
High
I'm bewildered by you asking, "what is my vice"
As if your words will make me regret taking another slice
My pain is like crack riddled with ice
I'm an addict surfing through life for whatever will suffice
I'm the fucking collision between snorting and the pipe
I'm trying to find a vein, motherfucker I'm trying to get right
Dusted rows has me all up that angel base
Taking them each like I was on that next level for a taste
But she knew that I wouldn't buy that shit unless I was on that shit
The bitch sucked the dick almost there and...
As if your words will make me regret taking another slice
My pain is like crack riddled with ice
I'm an addict surfing through life for whatever will suffice
I'm the fucking collision between snorting and the pipe
I'm trying to find a vein, motherfucker I'm trying to get right
Dusted rows has me all up that angel base
Taking them each like I was on that next level for a taste
But she knew that I wouldn't buy that shit unless I was on that shit
The bitch sucked the dick almost there and...
#love
#drugs
#lover
35 reads
2 Comments
Lozzamus
Published
Yesterday 9:57pm
Yesterday 9:57pm
I Escaped, But Only Just - Part 6: Family Tension
The daily bus journeys to school were beginning to prove tiring, so my parents moved home, closer to the school. A couple of streets away from the new house stood the tallest factory chimney in Europe. Further on was a secluded muddy trail that weaved its way through playing fields, back onto the main road – ideal for walking the dog. The hill on the opposite side of the main road led up to a grass summit with a pylon visible from our backyard. In the other direction, a pathway rose up another hill with cottages set back from the lane, leading to several miles of fields and farms, hemmed in...
#childhood
#family
#misunderstood
24 reads
2 Comments
Nevermindthegaps
Published
Yesterday 9:33pm
Yesterday 9:33pm
Broken People, Breaking Themselves
Jealousy in too high a dose
bends you over a table
the one you stub your toe on
then falls into
a moment you run on tangents
stitch together things
we drag around like anchors
hopes and dreams
things unwritten that never had a chance
but
I've staked my life on the affections
of vandalized women
more times than "I told you so's"
would dare dream of
she loves you fierce
hard and rough in the right places
a suicide bomber
smoking charred beauty
a...
bends you over a table
the one you stub your toe on
then falls into
a moment you run on tangents
stitch together things
we drag around like anchors
hopes and dreams
things unwritten that never had a chance
but
I've staked my life on the affections
of vandalized women
more times than "I told you so's"
would dare dream of
she loves you fierce
hard and rough in the right places
a suicide bomber
smoking charred beauty
a...
#disappointment
#bittersweet
59 reads
8 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Published
Yesterday 5:45pm
Yesterday 5:45pm
MY PASSION POETRY
彡(✿╹◡╹) 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥...
𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥...
#courage
#motivational
#admiration #respect
#admiration #respect
34 reads
6 Comments
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