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Prairie GrassA Poem by JamesSawinskiDistracting myself on a cold walk home. |
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When the World finds MeA Poem by Skylar LightenExploring the transformative journey of travel, where each new landscape offers a fresh understanding of self. |
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ROAD-SWOTTINGA Poem by Tasi83Like someone who has been stuck here for a long time and killed the fetus of creation from dead times, he can no longer die or even thrive in his old .. |
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A Dark Night On The BorderlineA Poem by JamesSawinskiOne bad night |
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Through The DoorA Poem by Abida~I sit and stand,Wait for you by the door.I knock twice or maybe thrice,So you would open.I wait for you to call me in,So, I courage myself to ask or d.. |
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Flying at NightA Poem by Sean EatonA day after the clocks have shifted back an hour, it is 5 p.m. and already dark out. I am lying in bed reading three books at once, in al.. |
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Why I Keep My Windows OpenA Poem by promisedtothetidesmore of a journal entry than anything |
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Fragile formsA Poem by AdrianaSo first thing I poet on here |
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A Brief Journey through Type 2 BipolarA Poem by Ern M. YoshimotoA memoir in verse. |
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The Light BurnsA Poem by Rustling LeavesI am kept awake by my phone. I am kept awake by myself. |
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Dear GodA Poem by Crystal Rena NelsonQuestions to God |
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Let me inA Poem by Kashif Ali AbbasAbout lost love. |
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Wind's songA Poem by AdrianaI am the voice of the wind |
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SPEECHES OF DISOBEDIENCEA Poem by Tasi83Naïve, self-doubt confidence left over from childhood can hardly be nurtured in the Spirit; so it's a bit more adult with me, now it's still tens.. |
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Days of Hope, Hoping!A Poem by Kashif Ali AbbasA poem about hope. |
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Hot LambertA Poem by Kashif Ali AbbasA complex journey into reality |
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A Good FatherA Poem by PoetsmightThis poem captures the final thoughts of a dying soldier in a war... |
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An Alien's LegacyA Poem by PoetsmightThe theme is set in the future where an alien is travelling several light years to find traces of existence of other creatures in the universe, read t.. |
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AshesA Poem by Skylar LightenI didn't see the fire, only the ashes. |
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My GrandfatherA Poem by Sean EatonMy grandfather, who owned a rubber parts factoryand never let anyone sit in his prized easy chair,became very clumsy as he grew increasinglyelderly. S.. |
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