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Evening SettlesA Poem by Dave W.What a weird year...... |
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And From My Heart (Came That Glorious Song)A Poem by Mike DaviesA poem. |
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BloodsongA Poem by Mike DaviesA book of poems. |
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What Am I?A Poem by Melinda McQueenWhat Am I? Open the doors, Let me pour. Mountains high Touching the sky. Let me soar And explore. Flowing as .. |
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Moment of Clarity.A Poem by SeltalaA small description to simulate what it feels like to disassociate from reality. This is my moment of Clarity. |
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Sphere of TruthA Poem by GrantFound this while digging through my old work. Not my best but not my worst. |
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Framed LiesA Poem by Falling AwakeThis poem is about those “little white lies” that we tell ourselves (and others) to get by day to day. The "I’ll do it tomorrow"s, t.. |
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Pushing For My FamilyA Poem by TheMost8opeI went to a different state at the age of 18 to work, meet friends, find struggle but better resilience and see mountains. As days fell I couldn't hel.. |
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The clock of persuasionA Story by Konstantinos PaschosThrough the practiced charm of a salesman and the ticking of an antique clock, Tristan finds himself questioning whether he acted of his own volition .. |
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Break ThroughA Poem by Jeff BreseeWho knowshow manylayersovergenerationshave beenused.Sprayed on,and caked on,and smeared onthickfor the purposeof coveringthe truth.Oh ye whothrough th.. |
THE ROOM BEYOND TIMEA Book by OPTIMUSprimeImagine if you could take your child self, and yourself now, sit them in a room and watch their interaction. I imagined it. This is what I saw. |
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Hollow WordsA Poem by Grace WolffThere is so much misapprehension in this worldin usthat my head is spinning from that fragile graspof your words that meant to hurt mebut left me emp.. |
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Black LicoriceA Poem by TyBlack Licorice |
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Cardinal NotesA Poem by TyCardinal Notes |
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The Unknown Before UsA Poem by Godwin IsiwuThe speaker walks through life aware of its mysteries, realizing that no matter how much we think we know, there is always more beyond our grasp. |