Tags : Dying

Dying in the Morning.

Dying in the Morning.

A Poem by Ken Simm.


I stand in the sea, so I can hear the forest. Hearing you speak. With written words. Here on this page. As clouds come away from t..
Grief

Grief

A Poem by Linda Guittar


I won't tell the backstory for this poem, as that would make it unbearable.
The Cadaver

The Cadaver

A Poem by promisedtothetides


Shoutout to Dawn the Cadaver
Death’s Weapon is Cupid’s Arrow.

Death’s Weapon is Cupid’s Arrow.

A Poem by kayla_ajc


It’s okay to love when you know how, its a punishment when you don’t.

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