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  • David Culton
  • April 2, 2019

I love poems: teen poems, teen love poems, and first love poems.

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  • Himani Yadav
  • April 2, 2019

Hey! I just loved the poem as it is the replica of human emotions and the reality behind several smiling faces. I appreciate the way the poem highlights the depth of feelings and the quest to hide them.

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  • HT
  • April 1, 2019

I'm Hannah and I'm going through a relationship where I can't see my boyfriend or text him because I'm grounded. But I really have faith in our relationship. We have been together for 1 month and it feels like forever. I really have a connection with him and miss him so much. I've been writing him notes and everything but I don't know what to do. It's really hard on me and him, but we just have to stay strong. I text him at school off my best friend's phone and it's just really hard to not see him and not being in his arms. I cry over him all the time and my parents say I'm just wasting my time crying (when I'm really not). I just can't wait until I'm 18 so I can move in with him. I'm 16 now, about to turn 17, and I'm just waiting until the day I do turn 18. My life is gonna be with the man I love. :) I can relate to a lot of these poems and paragraphs. It's hard being without the person you love, but everything will be fine, I promise.

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  • Anonymous
  • April 1, 2019

This poem is absolutely beautiful. As I was reading it, I began to think it was about a girl comparing herself to another girl, but the last 2 lines make it really touch your heart. Reading "she hides me" draws in the fact that people see this beautiful happy girl on the outside, never taking time to really know if someone is not ok. Many people can relate to the mask. I know I can be someone else to hide what you really are. So thank you, Kleis Val. Your poem touches my heart.

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  • Rachel
  • April 1, 2019

I lost my only son Kevin at the age of 15 on April 22, 2016, to blood cancer. I know how you feel. I, too, feel so broken at times and console myself by reading these quotes. Hold on; we will all meet them one day in heaven.

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  • Joseph Crawford
  • April 1, 2019

I lost my partner of 17 years in 2018. He was the best thing that ever happened to me. The poem reminds me of him because he was like a great tree. He was my rock. I miss him so very much. I can't believe it has been a year, but it seems like yesterday. I will always love and chairish the time we had. Rest in peace, Kerry. I love you.

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  • Gary W. Searles
  • March 31, 2019

Crystal, really enjoyed the thoughtfulness of this poem. Gave me much to consider about time. Great job! Brought to mind a silly thought I once had: "Can the hands of a clock grasp the elusiveness of time?" Lol.

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  • Kumari Weerasooriya
  • March 31, 2019

I am suffering due to a deformity in my feet which I got in my teenage years. But I never gave up anything in life. I continued my studies and secured a good position in society. I got married and have a daughter. She is employed and well-married off. My husband and I do our best to make her and others' lives comfortable within our capacity with a positive outlook of life. We are still working not only for money but for our mental satisfaction.

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  • Kathleen Sypula
  • March 30, 2019

Thank you. I don't feel so alone. I am an only child and a Daddy's girl. I miss him every minute of every day. He was diagnosed with lung cancer June '06 and died October '06. I know he suffered because when my mother and my kids would sleep I would watch TV with him. On October 23 I took him for a chemo treatment and the doctor said he should go next door to the hospital because his heart beat was fast. He was in the ER for hours and not happy. I left to pick up mom and brought her back with me. Eventually he told us to go eat because mom was diabetic. We kept saying we wouldn't leave, but he told us he was going to nap. We left and when we returned he had starting vomiting blood and they induced a coma. On the 25 he woke.That evening his family and friends came to visit him. He sent us home and said he'd see us in the morning. A couple hours later we got the call. He did not want to die in front of us. Both parents are gone now. I just wait to be with them. The only child bond is strong.

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  • Bruk Linn
  • March 30, 2019

I've been to hell and back, as a survivor of CSA. Your poem inspired me in such a deep way; the healing process strips us of our former identities and we stand empty and alone, trying to decide what we will be. Thanks for the great read!

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