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When I Look Up by Karen BarrosA Poem by Karen Kristle MarieHere is a little poem I made up yesterday. It is a nostalgic type of poetry that came into my mind and it is the best I could write but i hope u can .. |
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my man - Rohit SinghA Story by Shilpi. S. Deypeople say behind every successful man, there is a woman. that's not necessary always, my success is owed to my man. |
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A Willow Tree and LifeA Story by Klo WillowA place description |
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Space in an AcreA Poem by gabiaimeeI am still trying to comprehend how one space can take up so much space in my memories. |
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The HouseA Story by Brennan GarciaWrote this after a long period of time in which I thought about my brief experiences with my grandfather. He wasn't a very vocal man. |
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MemoriesA Poem by Oktobre M AxtellMemories in two types of poems. |
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Have you forgotten?A Poem by Mimi MineOn a cold and rainy day I found out a friend was leaving forever. This is what I decided to do with my antisocial self. Ah The days before I used st.. |
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YellowA Poem by allieowensShe set off on her own adventure. |
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Green & GoldenA Poem by S. K. BurkeThe plot of land from which I sproutedhad a playhouse in the backyard built by dad.It had only a rock wall separating my best friend and Iand a tree o.. |
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The DinerA Story by Brennan GarciaA nostalgic piece. |
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SunburnA Poem by Julia Ledo... I always end poems this way it seems |
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WaitingA Poem by Michelle N. H.Sitting here,waiting on snow to fallatop these willow branches.From my windowI see the leafsfalling after passing.Gone with the windisthe melody of ye.. |
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Save Me A Maple LeafA Poem by Faith AlmazanReady. Set. Go. Over the bridge to the dark shore. We wandered after midnight to those docks and we both wore our hearts on our sleev.. |
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NostalgiaA Poem by PaperBouquetA nostalgic take on memory, delicately shifting from past to present tense as the mind wanders. |
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PluviophileA Poem by yuheeRain, falls from heaven like tears, what do you bring? |
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The way I feelA Poem by Julia LedoI want to be the feeling you get when you listen to Ed SheeranOr when the summertime sun kisses your skin without the air sweating all over youThat sm.. |
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Nostalgic Umbrella, LostA Poem by Stacy PurvisDrops On The Windows Wistful Memoir, Days Gone By My Umbrella, Lost |
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