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Noone really knows (Concrete) by CHRMEcountryGRL Noone really knows the true feelings your feeling at any moment..
Noone really knows the hurt you feel when your pricked..
Noone really knows the love you feel for another person..
Noone really knows the true colors you see when you open your eyes every
morning..
Noone really knows the sadness you feel when you lose something near and
dear to you...
Noone really knows the fear you feel when you are standing in the
shadows and noone is there to hold your hand...
Noone really knows the until you share everything you are feeling when
you are feeling it, and do not be ashamed of anything you are ever
feeling...
By CHRMEcountryGRL
Up the ladder:
All because of you
Down the ladder:
war
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Posted: April 21, 2003 7:08 PM PDT; Last modified: April 21, 2003 7:09 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.1595583 Overall Rank: 13265 Comments:
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21-Apr-03/9:23 PM
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You need some concrete. To grind off that chrome.
Noone really knows what concrete or dada poetry is.
By someone who does.
A Concrete poem is a conglomeration of words (sometimes one word repeated over and over) whose overall shape is a key to the concept it presents. There are no truly agreed-upon conventions, but a natural elegance of arrangement is often striven for.
Sometimes the poem can be read in multiple directions from different starting points, depending on the shape of the form and the curiousity of the reader. 139 view(s)
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