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what if all the ancient statues in Italy were once people, punished by the old gods?

1975, my grandmother had finally died, Her frail body wrought with disease Death was an honest release Went to bed like any ordinary night sai..

a syllable count poem with 8-8-3 syllables/stanza

Boy meets his potential, crushed flowers and stale chocolates Don't forget about them, The ones who have nothing, Whose hearts cry out for somethi..

I am attracted to Leos... Don't know why, It's only an astrological sign But every time I peer outside and look into some handsome strangers eye..

Coming to grips, with the ups and downs Never picture-perfect not by leaps or bounds, Generations before, faded behind in cloaked memories best ..

got 13 words?

Possibly, a wind of change, chance meeting of democracy outstretched, greedy fingers Dirty politicking, as usual beaten down, crushed, Gone. ..

Trembling on some fulcrum, tipping back and forth Hope diligently buckles down, while despair is wailing away... This existence is nothing more ..

She went sailing, over the railing into the beauty of despair, without a worry or care Left dangling on a rope watching the strands unravel, N..