Cold water

Water is cold water is wet,
Water is cold and can be a big mess...

Water is a teer dropp running down your cheek,
Water is the stuff that makes you feel weak...

Water can be good if you feel down,
Water can be bad if you don't come back around...

Water is a thing that can make you feel cold,
Water is a thing that can make you be bold...

Water is a cold, cold thing,
Everyone has water running through them...

poem by Alexandra Greif
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Hate with passion

This person I love so much,
Is a person I can't stand...
I hate his face, I hate his mind...
But most of all I hate this time,
This time I have to spend with him...
I hate him,
I hate him,
I hate him with passion...
I could never get over this hate.
This hate builds and builds,
Sooner or later i'll suffocate...
This hate I have wil always stay,
This hate I have will never go away...
This hate I have will make him cry...
This hate I have wiil make him die! !
But...only in my mind...

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It's a poem thing

A poem is a thing to express your feelings,
A poem is a thing to express your rageing...

A poem is a thing to express your sadness,
A poem is a thing to express your madness...

A poem is a thing to express your heart,
A poem is a thing to express your art...

A poem is a thing to express your real self,
A poem is a thing to express your necessities that are more than art...

A poem is a thing to know,
A poem it a thing we all should and could know...

This is what a poem thing should show...

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Fogie forest

The fog is all around me as the tree branches pass my head...
I am running in one direction don't know what's ahead...
I can still hear the water rushing from the river I had passed,
I don't know where I am headed I hope this doesn't last...
I feel like I have passed this place before,
I have seen this tree, and this river bank too.
I stop to hear the trees whisper to me,
One says go left or is it right?
I don't really know, either way it's always night...
I don't know why I was running,
But I have stopped for now...
The fog is getting thiker and I can't see my fingers right now...
I hope I get home soon,
Away from this foggy forest night, and my new cacoon...

poem by Alexandra Greif
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