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we are not bullies! we like poems, we love poems, we are obsessed with poems, please share more poems

I- well, personally, I hate poetry, but yours was good Amara (and everyone else that shared theirs).

Kat I dont have any more in my google drive im sorry. I can post some in this thread if people want me to,,,

Poems? I enjoy reading poems, please share more poems! I love your poems!

AHHHH the poem thread! I love it. I love your poems. I love poetry. So talented!

Poetry!

i wrote this for my camps online talent show a few months ago

I have found a home,
Yet i have never been there
I have found a family
But have never felt there embrace

I have never seen your true smile or heard your laugh
Other than from miles apart

I am loved
I am accepted
And i may never see you

One day
One day i will get to sacrifice a watermelon
One day
One day i will go to the sacred store
One day
One day i will find a family, see my family from more than a screen
One day
One day i will be where I belong

I hear the jingling in my head,
The sound of lanyards swinging
I hear the jester causing the court to laugh
The sound of joy no one can replicate
I hear the son making love to all
In a way more intimate than sex

I smell the liquid diabetes
Our sacred drink
Our holy water
And feel it so near,
Yet not yet
Is it on
The tip of my tongue

The screams of sex and death
The lights being swung in the air
Oh great and mighty sphinx
Why can't i be at my home


And than this guy I wrote for Amara, inspired by Kat

I am from the bitter winters
and sweet summers of the motherland
I am from honeysuckles and honey baked goods

I am from chaos of a quiet home
the perfumed events that purebloods hold

I am from expectaions and privllage
I am from a blonde haven
and 'angleic' thoughts

From the dusty walls of the library
to the manicured lawn where we play

I am from swish and flick, the dunegons I call home

I am from Os and late night laughter, breaking curfew for no reason but the thrill of not staying in line

I am from Whales and Scottland, Omsk and Moscow and everywhere inbetween

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What little girls are made of:

Sugar and spice
But I wont be nice

The jeers in the streets
They expect us to bow at there feet

Pretty as a pearl
Oh you wish you could twirl

So when you see me in the street
Now you bow to my feet

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The damsel in distress,
Fairytale princess
When will they learn
We are not something to be earned

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She is a picture perfect girl from afar
Plump lips and cascading hair
But there is so much more than that to be seen
Come up close and touch the silken skin
Be transported to the mind within
Charm and snark of a Queen
Do not get lost in the eyes green as grass
Get lost in the thoughts of the girl who is near

YES THAT IS SO GOOD I LOVE IT YOUR POEMS ARE AMAZING

No to brag butttt I wrote a poem about if I was a pencil in 5th grade

@Nell Zoldak That sounds amazing xD

I wrote a weird poem about how I don't believe perfect is a word and some of it rhymed and I hate myself cause it was a "shower idea" if yah know what those are. (Basically when you get random ideas that you think are good in the shower, most of the time I forget it or it turns out bad when I write them down x-x)

Shower thoughts are the literal definition of "it sounded better in my head".