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Story : Before The Reaper Come I think most poets feel this way. before the bullet it bit before the candle is lit before the last call before the curtain falls before the grave we pray there is something I must say before taps is played before the jazz parade before 21 guns sound before the final round before the fiddler we pay this I must convey before the sweet by and by before the tears we cry before the bells are rung before the reaper come before angles wing I have to tell you everything....everything...everything

Story: Poem about Ireland It's just something about Ireland. Someone once asked me to explain about where I am from Poet: © Marie Tully Full of mystical folklore banshee's and fairies Endless searching for clover while leprechaun's hide under ground Mist in the air shadowy dance Bracken are the hillside's with bluebell's and romance A thorn between county's once driven apart Gaelic football and hurling playing under a golden harp Known for there talk fighting and drink It's people have big heart's and smile's with a nod and a wink It's most famous city with it's cobbled stone street's Walked author's and poets As musicians played in the street's Although the tenement building's no longer stand The bacon and cabbage is still in demand A pot of caudill was known as the poor man's broth The pawn shop by the Liffee bore everyone's cross The rag and bone man no longer calls No more horses and cart&

Description: A poem about refusing to be discouraged and refusing to be put down. I will rise After every fall I will rise and stand even more tall I will rise over the wall I will rise above them all Like the sun which never dies though sets every night every day it does rise Like the ocean whose tides many times they are down but invariably they rise Like the trees from seeds they arise and heights great they rise and rise After falling once, twice and thrice Again and again I will rise and rise I will rise after every fall After every fall I will rise

Story behind: Trying To Move On This poem is about a girl losing her father and has trouble moving on. She tries her hardest to move on. Topic: Choices Poet:© Desiree Kimbrue I see people laughing and joking all around, but on my face there is no smile instead there is a frown. I never laugh anymore instead I cry, and I never stop to ask myself, "why?" I heard we live and die by the choices we make, and there's only so much a person can take. so just remember to life goes on, and it hurt's when someone leaves and is gone. so always remember keep your head up, because another door is opened everytime one is shut.

Story: I was born in the sign of "balance" popularly known as Libra. So it's been natural to my nature to be indecisive. Really, this character was with me since childhood. I can't get this out of my system. It's flowing in my blood. I just want to relay what's like to be a Libran, how it's like to have an indecisive character. Topic;  Indecisive Poet;© Dan Cunanan A tag of war of rivals amid reciprocal sways My head and heart on floating question stains Innocent, naive which might will I surrender to? Whose aroma will my sense be persuaded to? Pushing and pulling, I felt so defenseless I had no power over my obedience The inconsiderate thieves snatched my right I couldn't craft a step, a move, and an answer How precious am I whose worth is to be robbed? An offer like a blood to a thirsty vampire throat What am I? A hand-friendly basketball Elastic from anyone's hand security How I wish my mouth wasn't stitched I could

People Don't Understand Me Why don't people understand me? Topic: Tell Me Poet:© Ayleashua Marchewitz Why do things always happen this way why does my heart choose to stay closed why can't you hear my pain this is all I ask hear me again hear my cries at night help me face my fears tonight so tell me why can't I find you again why can't you be here when I need you no one understands who I am where I've been where I'm going why do things always happen this way but I now understand no one gets me what I need what I want people can't you see I'm a girl in need hear my plea...........

Poem About How The World Has Taken A Turn For The Worse Humans have wronged, and I have noticed. You must imagine how strange it feels to a 14-year- old girl having to hear of all this hatred in school and on television. Unlike many teens, I'm using my talents to explain how I view the world. This took me a while to write and I had many mistakes to fix before I was comfortable enough to put it online. I hope that everyone who reads it can see a glimpse of the world from my perspective. Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy. Topic:Lost Innocence Wind whistling, Snow glistening, We try not to, But we're all listening. Loud screams, Bad dreams, It's very far, But close it seems. Sad day, Lost our way, All we can do, Is simply pray. Innocence gone, Life no longer long, We may not know, But we're all doing wrong. Joy lost, The Holocaust, We look to see, Hearts covered in frost. Wars fought, Sins taught, Making mistakes, Hoping not