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~ I Could Hear Your Liquid Melody

~ I Could Hear Your Liquid Melody

A Poem by


If you listen you can hear, another half... in words, music, love, and distance.
DERBY

DERBY

A Poem by jess foreman


The city i was born in, moved away from but wanting to return
Memories of Her

Memories of Her

A Chapter by Kuandio


It is a love poem that I wrote years after the actual time that inspired it. I'm not sure if it just for one person, various, or none, or maybe I'm ju..
Close to Her

Close to Her

A Chapter by Kuandio


What is this essence, silent, but more powerful than a hundred ballads? Poured together, braided water, streaming from a Greek pi..
Retrospective Ghost

Retrospective Ghost

A Poem by EvianneSpeaks


This is what happens when my mind begins to wander.
For Ely

For Ely

A Poem by MyOpenThirdEye


The first poem that I wrote with comedy that went over well I was still obviously stuck on rhyme scheme though
-_-

-_-

A Poem by TUS


I wrote this a few years ago, I was in a dark place as you might be able to gather for yourselves.
Five Thoughts About Him

Five Thoughts About Him

A Poem by Angel Rousseau


Five Thoughts About Himby A.R.I. It's going to take more than creative storytelling to persuade people that you are a magical gift to women, a humanit..
Always Making Excuses

Always Making Excuses

A Poem by Angel Rousseau


Always Making Excusesby A.R.All morning and evening fortoo many consecutive daysI've tried to justify yourunrealized cruelty 'Oh he's having a ....
A Sleep Song for an Insomniac

A Sleep Song for an Insomniac

A Poem by Angel Rousseau


A Sleep Song for an Insomniacby A.R.When you think nobodycan hear you, let melisten to the wayyour voice breaks inthe alarming daylightI need to know ..
Mirrors

Mirrors

A Poem by J. Kell


Shattered Mirrors stare at meProposing truths and unrealityEverything I dreamed in the yellow hazeOf summer days, now long pastIn gleaming amber bottl..
Stranger In The Photo

Stranger In The Photo

A Story by Anonymous


I look at this picture of familiar strangers a lot more then I probably should. I always wonder, what went wrong? What went right? You. You're out doi..
Small Town Library (Stream of Consciousness)

Small Town Library (Stream of Consciousness)

A Story by Hannah Ellsworth


Sitting in a small town library.
The Trees

The Trees

A Poem by Ryan Robinson


The roots of who we become is passed down from who we surround ourself with.
Rivers of Gold

Rivers of Gold

A Poem by gabiaimee


one of those nostalgic sorta times....