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Sonnet VIII – Hours spent in retreatA Poem by Adam Lebzo -RonninWarrior..Salvation may happen through conscience sting... I you are lucky! |
Someone Who Isn't ThereA Poem by Meg CraftA collection of my thoughts |
Fairy TalesA Poem by Meg CraftFairy Tales by Megan Duncan I grew up like most kids In kingdoms far, far away Where knights rescued fair maidens And evil doers lurked in under.. |
Don't Forget MeA Poem by Mason RayburnDon't forget me! A whisper A thought A murmur A plight The last words that echoed Through that cold, lonely night Don't forget me! A dr.. |
Reflections of an EchoA Poem by shallimarRoseI am careing for my mother full time now and find little time to be here.. I am trying to get to some of the read requests but its difficult.. Please .. |
EchoA Poem by Kate HendersonIn the labyrinth of Stalactite caves,Hear the Echo of crashing waves,Wandering in a cavern of black and grey,For the Echo fades everyday,Rise to the r.. |
EchoA Poem by Jared Michael SmithNothing much to say here. |
SyllipsiA Book by Shadowed_pilgrimA spirit linked to your own who thinks and acts independently, a hazardous being attached to one's spirit, a criatura. Echo is a juvenile girl who liv.. |
UselessA Poem by IanLampkinI'm down on my luck,"useless" says me."Useless was this life,now you are forcedinto a new one" Saysthe Echos of my past."you fixed everythingbut now o.. |
EchoA Poem by MADAMA poem about a cave echo, though if you infer you see it's a very different topic...can you infer? |
Eye of the BeholderA Book by Elly_GreenA re-telling of Ovid's mythology, specifically the story of Echo & Narcissus. |
.A Poem by barbara kIntricate cellulite swells her brain. They tell her to pain. To live in vain. With her eyes of lobotomy, speaks the vegetable truth. Excuse her ig.. |
Echo of my pastA Poem by V.J.C.Sitting here, I feel a presence. Something almost touchable, as if taunting me. |
Hello to you...A Poem by AnnaGMartinHello to you...Hello to you - another day,When every word I say,Returns to me in echoesWithin the void, I talked myself Into these desperate blinks of.. |
You and The Things You AreA Poem by Rebecca L. SmithYou know what they say, "truth hurts." |
Is There a Mystery in WordsA Poem by Alfred KukitzI often ask myself how words can possess some mysterious revelation. |