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A Poem About The Death Of A Poem
A Poem by
Richard
This, unfortunately is a poem about the death of a poem, how tragic it was up writing itself under starlight but had only gotten as far as "It was ..
The Bridgegame Gang
A Poem by
Richard
Rain all day, spotting the curtain and spitting in sideways through a slit in a window for the lady in the chalky blouse with the brimmed hat life d..
On Her Special Day
A Poem by
Richard
On her special day she can choose the hill and roll down it in any shape she wants and on her special day she can reflect all day at the windowsill..
Random #33
A Poem by
Richard
All the King's men lined up for a drink from the fountain of youth each one with a different cup but the same old story some painted in gold and ..
Dock Croc & Field Mouse
A Poem by
Richard
The edge of the dock gives the sharpest splinter and that is no joke I'm afraid so look out feet and the children who own them! The riptide ripples..
Spring Of This Year
A Poem by
Richard
Between the lush graveyard and the haunted garden as they work as a team to keep the peace a friend once told me “No one NEEDS somewhere sp..
My Favorite Dinosaur
A Poem by
Richard
My Favorite Dinosaur By J.D Stutters My favourite dinosaur is ThesaurusHe has no scalesOr teeth or a tailBut when he opens his mouth, to my surpris..
Mother: to mother
A Poem by
Richard
She turns her head for a very first look at the figure at the edge of the bed and the palpable bridge at the end of her nose means her glasses have..
the wealthy vegetable people of wiltshire
A Poem by
Richard
and the first time I saw them I gasped with my eyes I fought with the leaves and was not fond of the fawns that stood in my way I know'd not where..
away, away, away
A Poem by
Richard
Ordinarily, I would never tell a stranger what kind of toothpaste I use not the gel, not the paste, not the adhesive - no way! just because my shirt..
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