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To Make You CryA Poem by MiRTo make you cry, by will I can Crumbling tensions of the years Watch as passion flows beyond The dripped shape of your tears Holding in my pal.. |
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Inside HimselfA Poem by MiR(Dedicated to a dear friend. You were always seen.) If he showed emotion he was vulnerable If he hid his face he was cold If he stood against th.. |
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Smidgen of HumanityA Poem by MiRPeer pressure, I’ve heard it all my life The bully’s in schools The strict household rules The privileges of money And prejudice of r.. |
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Unconscious TrystA Poem by MiRI stand here shifting nervously,Staring at the groundI can read it in your eyesYou’re unsure of what you’ve foundI’m a total wreck a.. |
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Sky PainterA Poem by MiRGod stroked His canvas this morningwith hues of blue and gray,and added a splash of amber whiteto dash along the way;and in the early light of dawnwhe.. |
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Cora’s Window SeatA Story by MiRCora looked out her apartment window again, watching the street below her as she had done every afternoon for the last year. She thought of the last t.. |
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The Masterpiece of ArtA Poem by MiRI decided to write in pencil although ink deserves you better I may fit you on a page or two but your life outgrew the letter.. I would paint yo.. |
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Compare NotA Poem by MiRI compared myself to others Though they pleaded for me not And when given what I coveted I was discouraged with what I got I realized I was happ.. |
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The Archer's BowA Poem by MiRHe named her Sarahfor her slender-like formfor her grace left in motionand loyalty born.He christened her nameeclipsed in her curveand polished her ti.. |
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The ProviderA Poem by MiRThe clatter of wings Flew upward and high Turning leftward then right As they blackened the sky A hunter alone Drew his shotgun to arm Two s.. |
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