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If

by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;

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Time

by baby panda

i was eating breakfast
when the morning sun warmed my skin
it was then that i belatedly realised
my skin wasn't tanned anymore
it no longer glowed in the sunlight

the last after a long string of
things i have lost in the past two years
i suppose, after all it's been
a catastrophic two years

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Circe

by Augusta Davies Webster

The sun drops luridly into the west;
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
before the time, not waiting as of wont
till he has come to her behind the sea;
and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloom
and wear their threatening purple; more and more
the plain of waters sways and seems to rise
convexly from its level of the shores;
and low dull thunder rolls along the beach:
there will be storm at last, storm, glorious storm.

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Maybe

by Nehal Mistry

What if I told you I like you?
Would you still treat me the same?
What if I told you I liked you several times since 8th grade?
Would you still maintain our friendship?
You have no idea what goes on in my mind and heart, although I really hope that you do.
I wish you knew, but I don't want to tell you
Because I know how it will end.
I'm not the type of girl you like, although I really wish I was.
I'm not as pretty as her, nor am I as smart as her. I don't want to be like her, but maybe, just maybe, if I was like her, you might have looked at me the way you did to her.
I wish this were in one of those books that I have read. Then there might be a chance of a plot twist, and maybe you like me back as well.

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Peter Winn

by Clare-Anne Flower

Even as I write him now he is but a poem in a poem
Oh they taken my Peter Winn farther than he’s ever been
Twas was a home by the sea.
Ti’ll they taken him from me.
Now I cry as sorrow sets and depression creeps.
Oh why take my love, my Peter Winn from me.
Wars the horror of mothers as is wives.
He left me just an empty husk of no one wanted and no one loved.
Tis my heart was twined in eternal melancholy.
To tell tales of love, loss, and utter folly.

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Recent Loss Poems

Crows quill

by Clare-Anne Flower

He wrote all day he wrote the night away.
Ti'll birches creak
And tears ran down his lonesome cheeks
Why this man never left?
Never kept his house kept
Never even laid to rest
Though he tried his very best
To write in which people would read
But they only ever were displeased
I watched him as he cried by day and wrote by night

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Peter Winn

by Clare-Anne Flower

Don't lose me...

by Aheli Mustafi

Please tell me you're here
I cannot do this alone
Not again my dear
Don't leave me to the unknown
I just need you near
I can't make it on my own
Honey, you have lost me once
Do not waste your second chance

A letter to my stepmother

by Sharon Morgan

Tonight, I’d like to take my mother’s hand
Don’t replace my mother

Tomorrow and the day after
I’d want to remember my mother,

Don’t replace my her.

The next day and the following months
I’d like to keep her in my thoughts

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Shes waiting

by Arvin Dassad

I didn't deserve her,
I forgot what it was like to feel that,
I never got it through my head that she deserved me,
that we could get through it?

I did what I could,
i helped her life,
that first move was huge,
the first I love you was hanging on the synapses of my brain,
flickering amber's reflected in the roses behind my pupils,

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