Registered: April 13, 2007
Posts: 9
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A heart is whole until its empty. A heart is pure until its broken. In so many words I could explain the meaning of a broken heart. I have been there before.The depth of my heart is so deep but is filled with the burning desire of hatred and enrage no longer love.What happened u might ask.LIFE and LOVE! To be told that you are beatiful means nothing now.It is nothing but lies I've been told.How could the world be so bold.No one cares for no one.My heart neds to be heeled and freed from all of this hurt and selfishness but all I can do is look in the mirror and see the face that is called beautiful be so ugly.Everything about me has become ugly.My heart is no longer a heart it is nothing because no one cares.It's useless.A broken heart is still a broken heart untill it is heeled.A heart is still empty until it's whole again.Everything that has happened to me makes a difference either good or bad. For me it's always pain.
Olivia J.
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Registered: April 15, 2003
Posts: 1357
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It has absolutely no redeeming value. I've seen more evocative language on the side of a bathroom stall, and that's not hyperbole.
Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation are men who want crops without plowing up the ground, they want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. Frederick Douglass
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Registered: March 24, 2007
Posts: 10
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Hi,
I think it's a really great piece. I can't say if it's technically a poem or not, but it has a lot of beautiful expression.
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Registered: January 15, 2003
Posts: 3698
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This thread intensified my hatred for poetry.
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Registered: April 15, 2003
Posts: 1357
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quote: poem |ˈpōəm; ˈpōim; pōm| noun
a piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical, usually metaphorical, and often exhibits such formal elements as meter, rhyme, and stanzaic structure.
• something that arouses strong emotions because of its beauty
ORIGIN late 15th cent.: from French poème or Latin poema, from Greek poēma, early variant of poiēma ‘fiction, poem,’ from poiein ‘create.’
I see a brick of text arranged in an approximately coherent fashion. A poem, not so much.
Those who profess to favor freedom and yet depreciate agitation are men who want crops without plowing up the ground, they want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the roar of its many waters. Frederick Douglass
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Registered: April 13, 2007
Posts: 9
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I know this is crazy replying to my own poem but I jus wanted to say that this poem means so much to me because Its what s been happening to me all of my life and I would love if people would reply and plus it shows that even thought people see me as a jock thats not who I am I am a loving carining person who happens to play a lot of sports
Olivia J.
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