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When Iris SleepsA Poem by Satish VermaWhen Iris Sleeps |
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Trembling VibesA Poem by Satish VermaTrembling Vibes |
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Were I a roseA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWere I a rose I would model graciously -Oblige those of wise choice And prickle my enemy;If just a blade of grass I would blend in - nonchalant -And p.. |
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Success is a strange definition:A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierSuccess is a strange definition:Larger in the mind of an onlooker -Smaller in the hands of a heritor -In truth - without a measurement.It can be exagg.. |
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The wind hears many secretsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierThe wind hears many secretsAs he blows at his election.Only a hearer at best -He mulls them over and againBut doesn’t repeat or think aloudFor t.. |
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I’m envious of the cloudsA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierI’m envious of the clouds That float happily in the sun -Changing into colorful shrouds - Lumping from many into one.Their most compatible frien.. |
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Some people - unpopular in stature -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierSome people - unpopular in stature - Slip away into death unnoticedSofter than a falling feather That little earns a second glanceBut the good deeds o.. |
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Weary day surrenders to night;A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierWeary day surrenders to night; She wears a pleasant countenance.Echoes of traffic hush the strife Of a long day; a moment of silenceMakes still even t.. |
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Low dust clouds bristledA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierLow dust clouds bristled In the sky but I did not see;A lone grackle whistled A warning I did not perceive.The world would not cease turning In its cr.. |
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Tell me something more -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierTell me something more -Something about yourselfI’ve never heard beforeLazily. It’ll helpPass an afternoonAs hot as thisFor August is afoo.. |
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Death, to me, is a stranger;A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierDeath, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts.I’ve seen him but haven’t heard - I know of him but we’ve not met.He spoke a.. |
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An inhospitable truth I haveA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierAn inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my lifeThat must stay buried in my heart - What a terrible truth!It dances on my tongue When I feel s.. |
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My spirit cannot be bridledA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierMy spirit cannot be bridled For it is as wild as fire -As innocent as a child And in secrecy, has desires.My body cannot contain it - No, because of h.. |
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City lights, city lights -A Poem by Amy Michelle MosierCity lights, city lights -Look at all the city lights!Some are red, some are blue -Some light up a roof -Such are our summer nights.A therapeutic wind.. |
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A dream is a butterflyA Poem by Amy Michelle MosierA dream is a butterflyFresh from the cocoonThat is realized and soonFlutters up into the skyOr faltering, goes astrayIs suddenly killedWhile young sti.. |
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Opens Like HeartA Poem by Satish VermaOpens Like Heart |
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Love Turned Lusty.A Poem by MaximusChains Unbroken, Passion ignites. |
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Time Stops MeA Poem by Satish VermaTime Stops Me |
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Venetian DreamsA Poem by Panhead Rod...Winter time is almost here...Yet, today...the skies are clear.As the morning sun does rise,gusts now blow to leave's demise.Could not sleep, felt u.. |
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