• 60 Seconds (poem 2 bc i got bored)
    The clock is on the wall, It only goes fast when you look away, 60 seconds to make something good happen, Feels like a day. 60 seconds to hear bad news,  Feels like an eternity. 60 seconds to drift off, Feels like 5,000. 60 seconds to cry, But wipe your tears, They are counting. Counting us. Watching us. Are we here? Were we enough? Did life go by fast? Or did YOU lose...
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  • Him <3
    Not too long ago, there was a girl. She was hurt by everyone in the world. She found a boy, He wasn't likek everyone else.   She sought refuge in that boy, not knowing while she did they found many things they have in common.   He makes her so happy, just by talking to her. She loves him more than life itself She found happiness in him,  she was a lost soul before...
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  • Love Poem
    Oh, Big Mama, with a heart so wide, In the garden of love, you take pride. Like roses blooming under the sun, Your warmth and laughter bring joy to everyone. In whispers soft as a gentle breeze, Love dances lightly among the trees. With every heartbeat, a story unfolds, Of sweet serenades and dreams yet untold. Through the storms and the rain, you stand tall, With love as your anchor, you...
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  • Poem 1: "The Harlem is me"
    The Harlem, What does the Harlem means to me? It means a lot really The Harlem is a place of letting go A place of rebirth, they say   They say Harlem is where the blacks  can be "black" but its than that   The Harlem is a special refined and defined  place for blacks. African-Americans I say, African- Americans  Anyone can be me. Anyone can "black" In...
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  • Poem 2: "Days in Harrlem"
    Days in Harlem is hot Days in Harlem is loud Days in Harlem is crowded Days in Harlem is special   Days in Harlem, where the music relatable. Where the kids are running, sweating. Days in Harlem, In New York when the sun is out and hotter than usual. Cooking my dark complexion.   Days in Harlem, the few days where I  can be me. Black, Proud, and living to truth...
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  • Poem 3: "Heart Failure"
    I didn't notice my heart stop beating It stopped for a long time  I thought I heard the sound of a Rhythmic drum Pounding, Pounding, over and over I thought hearts beats til' your dead I guess not I thought heart failures were only if your dying  or hugely sick I guess I am. Sick of love, dying from it. My heart is like a battery when all the juice goes out, it's useless...
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  • Poem 4: "I'm Not Crazy"
    I'm not crazy That's not the word to tell how i feel right now I'm just relieved, happy When we talk it's like the heavens  are talking to me When we talk, I zone out in a fantasy where It's just us When we talk, I forget everything Every heart break Every upside down day Every sadness I've endured Just about every bad thing I've lived   I'm just relieved, happy That...
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  • Sad Poem
    In shadows cast by fading light, Big Mama, your heart holds silent fright. Like autumn leaves that drift away, Memories linger, but joy will sway. Echoes of laughter now softly weep, In corners of dreams where secrets keep. Whispers of love once vibrant and bold, Now fade like stories that never were told. Yet in the sorrow, a strength may bloom, From the ashes of heartache, life finds...
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  • The Uncaring Mother, a poem about Russia
    They call you the blessed motherland But your blessed hands are covered in the blood of your children You make your children fight All for the sake of your own pockets Your hands are covered in the blood of the victims of your cowardice The bloody mother The uncaring mother The mother that sacrificed her children For a cause unreachable and unrealistic You are not a mother You are a...
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