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Your SaviourA Poem by MaanLooking for you, to hold my hand so that I can take you back where you belong. |
The ChoiceA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe house had stood in the forest since The passing of George the Third, Ivy clung to the western wall, The pillars were cracked and .. |
God's Pool TableA Poem by rachelenicholsTheistic quatrain praising the Creator. |
A Helping HandA Poem by Dream HunterMany miles to walk before me Not so many left behind me But already I am terribly tired All life and energy has expired From my deadened l.. |
Hand in HandA Poem by SheActsLikeSummerLove. |
IsolationA Poem by Luke RittaA poem about a red fox and a woman. |
ROAMER'S CHORUSA Poem by kublakhan2706 28 10 |
Self preservationA Poem by ChanceBeTheHandAtTheEndOfSomeoneElse'sRopeAndYouWillNeverBeAtTheEndOfYours |
Ten MinutesA Poem by Gypsy Dreamer"Emotions and how they are easily changed" |
The OrphanageA Book by Mikael MalmbergA horrible storm hits the quiet orphanage of the Jackson Manor. The staff and the children have to retreat deep into the cellar complex, where they sh.. |
PrologueA Chapter by Mikael MalmbergThe Jackson Manor Orphanage prepares for the storm. |
FingerprintA Poem by thenakedverseA thousand grooves made nudeis nothing but a Lover's maze.I ravish every turn in absolute. Designed to never temperand seemingly untouched - Each time.. |
Desperate LoveA Poem by Nikky MilesDid you dowhat I asked youto do?Have you donewhat you promisedto me?Because,I need you.Why do you have to beso far?So far...I beg you,come back.To me... |
BlurA Poem by Kajal GulabaniIf I could hold that shaking hand,Lost in the clasp of smoke and sand,“Holy”! Is it a part me??It heralds a mystery beneath,Sunken heart c.. |
The Reaper and the WayA Poem by Navara-DesenWatching on the sidelines as friend's family is taken away. What thoughts go through ones head? |
The beauty of that touchA Poem by The DreamerI dream of you infinitely, Think of you day n' night, Cherish you every moment, N' I've touched you - once….. Heart so li.. |
SPIDER TIME.A Poem by Terry CollettON CATCHING A SPIDER IN THE HAND |
Holding Your HandA Poem by Jessica JeanIn my finger valleys Land is bare No pines or lilies Ever grow there The wind blows cold Chilling the ground Drying it up Nothing's the sound.. |