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Equilibrium...A Poem by L4rn13Still, could we never be free from the clutches of the magician that is love? |
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Longing For A DreamA Poem by Ian FarawayWalking among the grass The moon hovering high above Lighting my way into the woods As I made my way to the lake within When I drew closer sti.. |
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The ForestA Poem by Imogen Knight'Environmental pollution is an incurable disease. It can only be prevented.' ~ Barry Commoner |
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AnchorA Poem by TamikaI am an anchor, so heavy with emotions that I am bound to sink. You my darling, you're a boat. You keep me above water, you keep me from dr.. |
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IncendiaryA Poem by TamikaIncendiary. The dictionaries definition for this word is; “designed to cause fires”. The next definition is “tending to cau.. |
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Darling, you are a matchA Poem by TamikaYou are destructive, yet very safe. You can sit in silence, or make a nasty cackle. You are able to take down whatever you like, but you wil.. |
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Feet, feelings and physical bodiesA Poem by TamikaI wouldn't say I feel numb. I don't feel numb at all, I feel so much pain, but I don't feel anything other than pain at the moment. So maybe fee.. |
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Just like waterA Poem by TamikaFor much of my life love and water have always shared the same qualities. Love has always been around me, however not something that I could.. |
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VinylA Poem by TamikaYou are a record, the more often you go round the more scratched you'll get It's time to change the needle |
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MetaphorA Poem by MicaeliaI used to write a lot of poetry, but this is the only one that, on rereading, I had decided to keep. Enjoy. |
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Lost and UnlovedA Poem by Skyler CoolbaughI am now stranded. Alone. I couldn’t tie ends or ask for forgiveness. There were things I couldn’t undo; couldn’t unsay. I now pray.. |
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Little Lily Lost in LeisureA Poem by OpheliaLittle lily lost in leisureTrying to trace her long lost treasureWhere to find and where to notBut ended up finding what she should not.Under the tabl.. |
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QuicksandA Poem by TamikaI’m swimming in an ocean,But the water is quicksand.I thought I came prepared,I thought I could swim.But I’m sinking in this sand,And chok.. |
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Fata morganaA Story by Haim KadmanA food for thought story. |
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