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World of Ambitions

The world is full of ambitions And if your willing to listen To the regrettable crying whispers Of what people have not given. It is their gifts You may think that their selfish Because they didn’t care to share, Their individual skills they had in store. But what else

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Story of Julian/Vocab Prompt

My first English Class in High School had us use vocab words in context to show that we understood them. So we had to write what was essentially a short story, but usually these were less than the full length of page. I had the idea of having all of

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Obsessions

Disclaimer: I am not obsessed with apples or the eating thereof. I think about one specific thing Nothing else matters to me But 3 weeks later, or maybe a month I no longer care about the stuff. - A pencil and pen, a shovel and rake None will matter after

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Redwood on Forrest Removal

What did I make so many poems about Redwood trees? I am a Redwood treewith a warningplease don't think that I am boringfor my message is urgentnot entertainmentit is necessary for human existence.Though I am a selfish treecaring only for self preservationmy argument is soundand should persuade any logical

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Tree's Perspective on Deforestation

* You say deforestation is really bad * But it’s worse That * It’s really sad * It’s a genocide! * A campaign against trees * But not just trees * all living things! * Plants grow, plants produce life * Animals kill,  animals die * But humans murder, slaughter and slay * They plunder, conquer, the forests

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Redwood and the Parasites

Redwood I am a redwood tree, forest ruler supreme. With branches so tall, they scrape the sky, And leaves so green, they’ll make you colorblind. Oak My friend Oak, was second best. He was taller than the rest, But was still shorter than me. He is considered tall, at

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Why is a Redwood Red?

“Parasites” from the perspective of a Redwood Tree I am a Redwood tree I have wood that is red Why am I red? It was in the past When I was a small plant I witness the most terrifying things Terrifying monster appeared out of the sky It was a

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Psychosis

This is not my first poem. But I always say that it is because it is the first poem that anybody recognized as amazing. I had previously shared a poem in Middle School but nobody had liked it. So I chose to forget the poem, and refused to write it

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Of Mice and Men Poem?

It was a group project. We were to make a summary of what we had read. The group made a summary. I didn't like it, so I made my own. Silly George spilt the beans, He told Candy of his schemes. Curly had a fight with Slim, thought Lennie was

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Nuke Warm War

This must been when I was learning about the Cold War in one of the my classes in High School. This is poem is disturbing. Not just because of its topic, but because I also doubt the validity of it's "facts."‌ Nuclear‌ ‌warheads‌ ‌ Ready‌ ‌to‌ ‌launch‌ ‌Let’s‌ ‌go‌ ‌explode‌

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Electromagnetic Spectrum

Radio and Microwaves, Have the lowest energy, And the longest wavelengths. They’re used in most technology, Like sending signals to TV, They’re necessary for connection Next to infrared spectrum, And are often used to reheat meat. Electromagnetic Radiation From gamma rays To radio stations. Because the photons behave,

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Sum Income, Sir?

Consumerism claims to be Protection of customer interest. But others claim that it is selfish and make uselessness seem needed Convincing people to buy things Because they are seen on TV To buy things that they don’t need Or value, use, or want to keep. There are companies That

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Why to Buy, And Why not to Buy

Why To buy, and Why Not to Buy It is isn’t what we buy. But why we buy it. And it’s not what we want But the reason behind it. Why do you want a  racecar? Because even on the freeway. You can’t reach max speed You

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Is it Best to do Best?

I was told to do my best in everything I do. Now that I am older, I believe it not be true. They said, “give your every effort hundred for percent.” Yet, upon reflection know I now what they had meant. For, if I give hundred of percent a single

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KR-58: Gale Force Help

How can there be wind here? When there's no atmosphere. These things fill me with fear. What's that light over there? - It's bursting from the ground, Geyser of dust and sand. I see something pop out. It's beautiful and grand. - An ancient unicorn, A light against the storm.

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Object Poems

Object Poem: Start of the WeekENG 220 Creative WritingThese Shovels Don’t Dig Object Poem: End of the Week1. Pair of plastic turquoise toolsSolemn, Sacred Guardians2. Yet now, he vows he will not use.1. Blue, plastic shovels. Alone. Forever.1. Locked away, and in darkness ever kept.2. They

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My Poetry's Origin Story

In my English class with a teacher woman. Only two things I remember from back then. Psychosis poem and Of Mice and Men My first poetry grade but my second poem. Poems are not intuitive, so we are given an outline. All we need to do is fill in the

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Afflictions Awake a New Perspective

Every step forward, I take a step back. I wake up in a dark place, facing the sky. Jump back and forth from temporal lag. Sickly green stars shine down from up high. I wake up in a dark place, facing the sky. The pale-yellow sun floats so close I

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Webs of Life

I am shocked. This poem indicates the main theme of ECCC long before I first envisioned the story series. The themes of ECCC must have been jumping around my mind long before I ever considered writing it. Also, this was a pain to transfer to this website. Webs of Life

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Dual-Wielding

During High School, I would wake up early so I could play video games with my brother or my father before I had to go to school. I sit at my wooden desk, a thick, black laptop computer in front of me. A small, green wooden table sits behind me.

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Veteran's Memoirs/Church Bells Toll

I think this must have been for an assignment, or maybe I was just having a weird day. Veteran’s Memoirs One dark, early morning: wooden Window shutters clatter, against stained-glass mosaics— Like rusted, iron horseshoes stomping through dead men’s plated chests— Where banners once waved, and bowstrings held

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The Bed Bell Tolls

My alarm clock blares beside me. I open my eyes. It’s six o’clock in the morning. It’s still dark out. The only light in this opaque blackness is the red digits on the digital clock. The clock sits on the wooden bedside table, still beeping it’s

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Spanish Poem from High School

I'm not too sure what it means, but I was looking through my High School notebooks and found this. Estribillo: Yo hablo Español Porque hace Toda gente Piensa que Soy inteligente Mis palabras no tienen razón Mis versos son parte de mi canta Mi canta no es una poem Y

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Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday Poem Preface On this birthday card, I write A poem I made at night, Third of March, Seven P.M., But I forgot the poem. Happy Birthday Poem (To the tune of the happy birthday song) Happy Birthday to you, And happy April Fools! Though this poem is

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KR-58: Shakespearean Play

This is what happens when you read too much Shakespeare. Okay, it's what happens when I read too much Shakespeare. I tried to write it like the script of a play. Act 1 Chapter 1 Afraid of the Forest Button Mash: “Good morning Sweetie Belle, where you trotting off to