Poems With Analysis

Published: May 2018

Poems With Analysis Of Form And Technique

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54 Poems With Analysis Of Form And Technique

  1. 1. Phenomenal Woman

    Maya Angelou is one of the most influential women of our time. Her writing pulls on the hearts of many readers. In addition to her proliferous writing career, Maya Angelou has been a civil rights activist. This poem shows how even though someone is not beautiful on the outside compared to society's standards, there is an inner beauty that makes a woman even more beautiful.

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    Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
    I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
    But when I start to tell them,
    They think I'm telling lies.
    I say,
    It's in the reach of my arms
    The span of my hips,
    The stride of my step,
    The curl of my lips.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    I walk into a room
    Just as cool as you please,
    And to a man,
    The fellows stand or
    Fall down on their knees.
    Then they swarm around me,
    A hive of honey bees.
    I say,
    It's the fire in my eyes,
    And the flash of my teeth,
    The swing in my waist,
    And the joy in my feet.
    I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Men themselves have wondered
    What they see in me.
    They try so much
    But they can't touch
    My inner mystery.
    When I try to show them
    They say they still can't see.
    I say,
    It's in the arch of my back,
    The sun of my smile,
    The ride of my breasts,
    The grace of my style.
    I'm a woman

    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

    Now you understand
    Just why my head's not bowed.
    I don't shout or jump about
    Or have to talk real loud.
    When you see me passing
    It ought to make you proud.
    I say,
    It's in the click of my heels,
    The bend of my hair,
    the palm of my hand,
    The need of my care,
    'Cause I'm a woman
    Phenomenally.
    Phenomenal woman,
    That's me.

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  2. 2. Tapestry

    • By Lesley Elaine Greenwood
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with the permission of the Author.

    Hi I'm Lesley, a retired teacher enjoying my three grandchildren. I started writing poetry seriously when my eleven year old daughter, Heather died suddenly in the Spring of 1995. I was able to express my feelings through verse and this helped me come to terms with the massive hole that she left in my world. So a lot of my poems mix sadness and happiness. Nature and friendship are also important to me, the beauty around us and within us.

    in Beauty of Nature Poems

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    If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
    I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
    I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
    And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

    I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
    And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
    I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
    A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.

    Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
    Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
    I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
    Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.

    I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
    Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.

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  4. 3. The Importance Of A Sister

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    A sister is someone who loves you from the heart.
    No matter how much you argue, you cannot be drawn apart.
    She is a joy that cannot be taken away.
    Once she enters your life, she is there to stay.

    A friend who helps you through difficult times,
    Her comforting words are worth much more than dimes.
    A partner who fills your life with laughs and smiles,
    These memories last for miles and miles.

    When she is by your side, the world is filled with life.
    When she is not around, your days are full of strife.
    A sister is a blessing who fills your heart with love.
    She flies with you in life with the beauty of a dove.

    A companion to whom you can express your feelings,
    She doesn't let you get bored at family dealings.
    Whether you are having your ups or downs,
    She always helps you with a smile and never frowns.

    With a sister, you cannot have a grudge.
    She is as sweet as chocolate and as smooth as fudge.
    Having a sister is not just a trend.
    It is knowing you can always turn to her, your best friend.

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  5. 4. What I Love About You

    From his hug to his touch, his kiss, his smile, his stare, his warmth, I love everything about him.

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    The sparkle in your eye,
    The warmth of your skin,
    Your breath on my neck
    That shakes me within.

    The touch of your hand,
    The smell of your hair,
    The naughtiness in your smile,
    That strength in your stare.

    Your kiss on my lips,
    Your body near mine,
    The stroke of your touch,
    Makes everything feel fine.

    The compassion in your touch,
    The power in your face,
    The beating of your heart,
    That we may never end our embrace.

    The beauty of your kiss,
    And that magic in your touch.
    It is for all these reasons and more
    Why I love you so much...

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  7. 5. Let Me

    I met a girl in an unexpected place, and I never thought I'd fall in love with her. Getting to know each other, I realized we just share a lot of things in common. We both come from a sad past the broke our hearts. But I found home in her. I wrote this poem for her to let her know that everything's gonna be all right from now on. Just let me take care of you from here on out.

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    Analysis of Form and Technique



    Let me take care of your broken heart
    and show you how to fly.
    Let me hold you gently by the hand
    and kiss your tears goodbye.

    Let me lead you to tomorrow's light
    and out of needless rain,
    'cause all I want right now
    is to see you smile again.

    Let me sing you all the songs I wrote
    'til you sleep in my embrace,
    and I'll keep you safe and warm until
    the sunlight strokes your face.

    Let me bring you up the mountain's peak,
    and I'll let you touch the skies
    to remind you of the strength I see
    when I look into your eyes.

    Let me kiss and show you what is love
    and the happiness it brings.
    You'll sail again like a butterfly
    endowed with pretty wings.

    Let me do all these to let you see
    our fates are intertwined.
    You're the accidental precious gem
    I've waited long to find.

    The earth and sky conspired to make us meet.
    They knew we both belong
    to each other like words and lovely notes
    give life to every song.

    So fly with me, my beautiful one.
    It's time we leave the past.
    I'm yours to keep, and you are mine.
    We're finally home at last.

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  8. 6. My Melody

    I'm in love with a girl, but she doesn't see it, and I want her to, so I wrote this.

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    Analysis of Form and Technique



    Amazing and beautiful,
    not a flower or a tree.
    Much prettier than that,
    and only I can see.

    Loving and caring
    right down to the core.
    Filling me with happiness
    and so much more.

    Eyes are so stunning,
    cannot look away.
    Gorgeous and shining
    all throughout the day.

    Here in your arms
    is where I belong.
    The beating of your heart
    is like a beautiful song.

    Love's First Words, My Melody

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  9. 7. Caged Bird

    Caged Bird By Maya Angelou was first published in her book, "Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?" in 1983. The poem is a Metaphor illustrating the differences between African-Americans and Whites during the civil rights era. The author, a black woman who grew up in the South during this era, is expressing her feelings at the discrimination she faced during her life. Her first autobiography published in 1970 is titled, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"

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    The free bird leaps
    on the back of the wind
    and floats downstream
    till the current ends
    and dips his wings
    in the orange sun rays
    and dares to claim the sky.

    But a bird that stalks
    down his narrow cage
    can seldom see through
    his bars of rage
    his wings are clipped and
    his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing.

    The caged bird sings
    with fearful trill
    of the things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill for the caged bird
    sings of freedom

    The free bird thinks of another breeze
    and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
    and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
    and he names the sky his own.

    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
    his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
    his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
    so he opens his throat to sing

    The caged bird sings
    with a fearful trill
    of things unknown
    but longed for still
    and his tune is heard
    on the distant hill
    for the caged bird
    sings of freedom.

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  10. 8. The Meaning Of Love

    I wrote this poem the first time I fell in love with someone. I then came to know what love is and how it feels. I decided to write it down so I could express my views.

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    Analysis of Form and Technique



    To love is to share life together,
    to build special plans just for two,
    to work side by side,
    and then smile with pride,
    as one by one, dreams all come true.

    To love is to help and encourage
    with smiles and sincere words of praise,
    to take time to share,
    to listen and care
    in tender, affectionate ways.

    To love is to have someone special,
    one on whom you can always depend
    to be there through the years,
    sharing laughter and tears,
    as a partner, a lover, a friend.

    To love is to make special memories
    of moments you love to recall,
    of all the good things
    that sharing life brings.
    Love is the greatest of all.

    I've learned the full meaning
    of sharing and caring
    and having my dreams all come true;
    I've learned the full meaning
    of being in love
    by being and loving with you.

    The Meaning Of Love

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  11. 9. Haiku Year

    A haiku describing nature for each of the twelve months of the year.

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    JANUARY
    Delightful display
    Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
    To the sun's glory.

    FEBRUARY
    Fresh green buds appear
    Indicating spring will soon
    Energize us all.

    MARCH
    Lambs gambol in fields
    Frisky with the joys of life
    Bleating happily.

    APRIL
    Bluebells stand so proud
    Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
    Fresh green leaves unfold.

    MAY
    Much awaited sound
    Echoes heard amid dense trees
    Cuckoo has arrived.

    JUNE
    Parks and gardens burst
    With sounds and vibrant colours
    Perfect harmony.

    JULY
    Beaches become full
    Of families having fun
    In sand and big waves.

    AUGUST
    Ripe golden harvest
    Burning sun in azure skies
    Labours rewarded.

    SEPTEMBER
    Swallows congregate
    On telephone wires ready
    To migrate down south.

    OCTOBER
    Red and gold leaves fall,
    Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
    Feet on a crisp morn.

    NOVEMBER
    Frosty webs sparkle
    In the early morning sun
    Brightly bejeweled.

    DECEMBER
    First few flakes of snow
    Dust gardens like icing on
    A chocolate cake.

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    I love this poem sooooo much! Can't stop reading it. I am in love with the absolute perfect descriptions of each month...great job Paul.

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  12. 10. I'm Tired

    I wrote this poem when I was in 6th grade when I started to fall into depression. As things got worse, I kept changing the poem, and now this is what I have left. I think many people can relate to this.

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    I'm tired.
    Tired of the constancy,
    the constancy of judgment.
    Tired of hiding,
    hiding who I really am.
    Tired of trying to stay strong.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of pretending,
    pretending to be happy when all I want to do is cry.
    Tired of not being able to let go,
    let go of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
    Tired of feeling worthless.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of being put down,
    put down by the people I felt closest to.
    Tired of dreaming,
    dreaming of a life I will never have.
    Tired of not being good enough.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of remembering,
    remembering how I used to be so happy.
    Tired of the blame,
    the blame I put on myself daily.
    Tired of the anger.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of crying,
    crying in the shower so nobody can hear.
    Tired of the fear,
    the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
    Tired of failing.

    I'm tired.
    Tired of holding on when all I want to do is give up.
    Tired of being tired.
    Tired of being me.

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  13. 11. Mask

    • By Matt
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2008 with the permission of the Author.

    This was a poem originally composed by my loved one as a child. When she showed it to me, I immediately fell in love with it, so we worked on it again. This is dedicated and should be accredited solely to her. I love you.

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    I was once sad and lonely,
    Having nobody to comfort me,
    So I wore a mask that always smiled,
    To hide my feelings behind a lie.

    Before long, I had many friends;
    With my mask, I was one of them.
    But deep inside I still felt empty,
    Like I was missing a part of me.

    Nobody could hear my cries at night,
    For I designed my mask to hide the lies.
    Nobody could see the pain I was feeling,
    For I designed my mask to be laughing.

    Behind all the smiles were the tears,
    And behind all the comfort were the fears.
    Everything you think you see
    Wasn't everything there was to me.

    Day by day
    I was slowly dying.
    I couldn't go on,
    There was something missing..

    Until now I'm still searching
    For the thing that'll stop my crying,
    For someone who'll erase my fears,
    For the person who'll wipe my tears.

    But till then, I'll keep on smiling,
    Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.
    Hoping one day I can smile,
    Till then, I'll be here...waiting.

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  14. 12. Inside Out

    People only see what I let them see.

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    Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room,
    yet inside hides a girl with a frown full of despair.

    Outside lives a girl with eyes of joy that bring you to ease,
    yet inside hides a girl shedding tears of sadness.

    Outside lives a girl with a beautiful laugh that's contagious,
    yet inside hides a girl screaming her lungs out in unwanted anger.

    Outside lives a girl with the personality everyone envies,
    yet inside hides a girl full of insecurities and shame.

    Outside lives a girl who is fearless and tough,
    yet inside hides a weak girl who lives in fear.

    Outside lives a girl full of life,
    yet inside hides a girl full of pain, wanting to die.

    Outside lives a girl with a perfect image,
    yet inside hides a girl with regrets and mistakes.

    Outside lives a girl of innocence,
    yet inside hides a girl with tremendous guilt.

    Outside lives a girl with goals and aspirations,
    yet inside lives a girl lost in confusion.

    What you see on the outside is my personal disguise.
    What hides underneath, you can't even begin to imagine.

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  15. 13. I Wish I Weren't Alone

    • By Jo
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems June 2011 with the permission of the Author.

    Loneliness...it can destroy people. People pass you in the street and won't look twice. This poem is for those who have ever or do feel alone inside.

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    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    I used to run around laughing
    Until it was time for tea.

    I used to play games
    And smile all the time.
    I used to feel on top of the world.
    I used to feel fine.

    It's amazing how things change
    When people let you down.
    And how that once happy face
    Turns into a solemn frown.

    You search and search
    For someone who cares,
    Anyone who understands,
    Anyone who dares.

    Loneliness, it hurts.
    It kills you deep inside.
    It makes you feel empty.
    It stops you in your stride.

    You cry yourself to sleep,
    Hugging your pillow tight,
    Wishing for someone
    To hold you through the night.

    Once when I was little,
    I was happy and carefree.
    Now my life's full of sadness,
    Pain and misery.

    Once when I was little,
    I was never on my own.
    But now I pray at night,
    "I wish I weren't alone."

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  16. 14. Last Chance

    • By Stefanie
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with the permission of the Author.

    A poem to her dad from a daughter who is slipping away before his eyes.

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    My heart aches, Dad,
    For the things you won't do.
    My soul breaks, Dad,
    For all that we've been through.

    I fear it's too late, Dad,
    To mend my broken heart.
    I'm so full of hate, Dad,
    I don't know where to start.

    You took away my hope, Dad,
    That I would ever be loved,
    And now I'm left to cope, Dad,
    As I watch you love your son.

    I want to scream and yell, Dad,
    But I fear my voice will crack.
    I want so much to tell you, Dad,
    That I can't always take you back.

    Please listen to my words, Dad,
    For they are all that I can say.
    I want you to treat me like I'm yours, Dad,
    And not just throw me away.

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  17. 15. A True Friend

    The poet tells about the forming of a close friendship.

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    Before you became a friend of mine,
    We knew each other for quite some time.
    I hate to say we wasted a year and a half.
    I'm glad we can now look back and laugh.

    It's funny how things turned out.
    I wish I could say I never had a doubt.
    Truth is, I'm proud to say
    You and I have come a long, long way.

    You touch the lives of people you know.
    You walk around with a humble glow.
    You've been a best friend to me,
    One that will last an eternity.

    I know my secrets you will keep.
    On your shoulder I can weep.
    You always listen and never judge me,
    Always understand so objectively.

    You light up a room when you walk in.
    I'm so fortunate that my friend you've been.
    You are the epitome of a best friend, a true ten.
    I wish I had known that way back then.

    Words can't convey what you mean.
    A better friend I have yet seen.
    You confide in me, and I in you.
    You are a friend who's completely true.

    I never thought we'd be friends like this.
    A lifetime of this we almost missed.
    I'm blessed things have turned out this way.
    I thank God for you every day.

    I'm thankful it was not too late.
    My friendship with you was well worth the wait.
    I love you for all that you are.
    There's no better friend by far.

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  18. 16. A Broken Family Tree

    A metaphor of a family to a tree, each branch integral to the whole.

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    I am one of many
    Small branches of a broken tree,
    Always looking to the ones above
    For guidance, strength and security.
    One little branch trying
    To keep the others from breaking away.
    Who will fall?
    And who will stay?
    Now I stand alone,
    Looking at the earth through the rain,
    And I see the broken branches I knew
    Scattered about me in pain.
    There are those who have taken an ax
    To the root of our very foundation
    And who have passed this destruction
    Down to every new generation.
    If I could take that ax,
    I would toss it deep into the sea,
    Never to return again
    To harm the generations that follow me.
    I am one of many,
    But alone I will go
    And plant the new seeds
    Where a beautiful tree will grow.

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  19. 17. The Choice Is Mine

    I've had my share of troubles in life, though not as much as some have had. But I've discovered that happiness - or a lack of it - never really comes from my friends or foes. Although they do influence it, it's really up to me.

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    Life may not let me choose my lot,
    But whether I'd be happy or not...
    That is my choice.

    To leave hurtful memories behind
    Or allow them to bother my mind...
    The choice is mine.

    To fret over a mistake when it's done
    Or learn from it and move on...
    The choice is mine.

    To be bothered by all that people say
    Or ignore them and go my own way...
    The choice is mine.

    To hide my feelings, pent up, unspoken,
    Or say my mind and ease the burden...
    The choice is mine.

    To enjoy what I've been able to gain
    Or ungratefully regard it with disdain...
    The choice is mine.

    Sometimes I won't get to pick my lot,
    But whether I'll be happy or not
    Will always be my choice.

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  20. 18. He Is There

    • By Yasemin Raymondo
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2008 with the permission of the Author.

    One Sunday at Mass, Father John Carney at St. Mary's Church in Panama, (Rep. of Panama) gave his usual sermon. But something in what he said hit me so powerfully that I came home and wrote this poem that I now share with you. I hope you will perceive God as I did on that Sunday through the words of an inspirational priest.

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    God comes to us in quiet and simple ways.
    He is there when the breeze rustles the palm fronds on a quiet, lazy, sunny afternoon.
    When the raindrops softly patter on the thirsty tin roofs of the poor, he is there.

    Look for him behind the laughing eyes of a child,
    or smell him in blossoming jasmine flowers
    on a clear and starry moonlit night.
    Hold his hand when you take your love by the hand,
    and feel the warmth of his tears
    as you console a grieving friend in your arms.   

    He is there in a baby's first cry
    and in the dying man's last sigh.
    When the waves break on the golden sands
    and the seagulls fly into the white clouds,
    when the church bells ring on an Easter Sunday
    inviting you to receive the sacred brad, he is there.

    Taste him when you bite into the yellow ripeness of a mango
    or when you quench your thirst with sweet water of a coconut.
    God comes to us only in quiet and simple ways.
    Never his presence in violence will you find;
    never look for him in words of anger or cowardly actions.

    His love and his peace surround us, above and beyond.
    And only in those simple, everyday things
    when we look with our eyes filled with his love
    can we find him.

    Poem About Where God Is Found, He Is There

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    I have never seen God in this light. Thank you for showing me how easy it is to find God. I have been searching for Him all my life.

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  21. 19. I Tried So Hard

    • By Whitney Barton
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 2009 with the permission of the Author.

    I wrote this March 29, 2009. I was in a good relationship and nothing was wrong at the time, but the poem just kind of struck me. I liked the idea, so I wrote it out. Now I am no longer with this guy and am now in a relationship with a guy from my school, and we are doing very well.

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    I tried so hard.
    I tried my best.
    I gave you my all,
    And now there's nothing left.

    You stole my heart
    Then tore it in two.
    Now I'm falling apart
    And don't know what to do.

    Divided by decisions,
    Burned by the fire,
    Confused by your words,
    Tempted by desire.

    I'm living in the present.
    My mind is on the past.
    Not knowing what I'll lose,
    Not knowing what will last.

    Blinded by fear,
    Drowning in doubt,
    Struggling to be free,
    Looking for a way out.

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    He was my first love We started dating while I was in high school. He was at university. We were so much in love, promising each other that we would be together forever. He taught me how to...

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  22. 20. I'm Dying On The Inside

    • By Ashley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with the permission of the Author.

    I'm unhappy, but nobody can tell. I hide it.

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    You see a smile on the outside,
    But that's all you can see.
    What if tears run down my face on the inside?

    You hear a laugh on the outside,
    But that's all you can hear.
    What if I'm crying out for help on the inside?

    You smell the scent I wear every day on the outside,
    But that's all you can smell.
    What if it smells of death on the inside?

    You feel soft, smooth skin on the outside,
    But that's all you feel.
    What if I'm being torn apart on the inside?

    You taste sweet lips kissing you on the outside,
    But that's all you can taste.
    What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?

    You can tell I'm happy on the outside,
    But what if you can't tell I'm dying on the inside?

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    This is my poem of the day because I feel the same way. My boyfriend and I were going through drama, and he think it's okay for him not to say how I feel about it, but it hurts me deep inside...

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