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Especially the PainfulA Poem by Zack BurtonA nice little stream-of-consciousness poem for you to read and scratch your head to. |
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Warriors LamentA Poem by EasyThis one is pretty much self-explanatory. |
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Will You Consider the ThoughtA Poem by Jess JessJust a thought, not really poem |
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It came dashingA Poem by ReenaIt came dashingIt came dashinground the corner of the street,gliding effortlessly over the cacti fence,entering into the chaotic traffic with ease.One.. |
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rantA Poem by Daniel Atkinsona run-on. |
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waiting for a trainA Poem by freelancejouster"what are you waiting for?"a clatter and a crash,reflected in her eyes,flashes of bright colorsstreak fast."what are you waiting for?"a torrent of sou.. |
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What If...?A Poem by ~ Czarina Iris ~What if these questions go on unanswered? What will become of me then? What will I do if I don't know where to turn? What will I do when I reach the e.. |
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Am I Really?A Poem by natalia4Am I really what they say? Dumb Hateful Backstabbing Maybe anger swayed their thoughts.. Or maybe not. Those words they say They must be true .. |
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The EndA Poem by Introspective MindThe kite floats--just severed--Seesawing leisurely In rhythm of kissing ends, Of promises and dejections, Of remembrances and forgettin.. |
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someone's singing about whorehoppingA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonanswer me. |
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Sign LangaugeA Poem by E.A. ArcherShe drew a finger across my palm, and to be fair, my heart This is how you say, “what” in sign language And this is how you sa.. |
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Shallow (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People..A Poem by Craig RoznieckiShallowEverything's very surface,Very easy from here,I can stand and not worry,Not have to think or fear,I can look and see everything,Not have to mov.. |
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peace on a leashA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonkeep it together. |
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Food For ThoughtA Poem by Curiosity's VirtuosoBeing trapped in your own world: heaven or hell? |
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GreatnessA Poem by WilliamDagurssonAnd everything standing still / as it did before... |
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WanderingA Poem by Desert ThornWherever I go, whenever I go, I always end up in same place,not bright... not dark... just only without any embrace,a place of withered dreams, withou.. |
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