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Never-Leaving ColoursA Poem by AnnaI collapsed into your unsuspecting warm embrace,you saw into my chest, and my heart had stopped beating.In a subconscious delirium, I wrote poetry of .. |
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I'm wandering byA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereI was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering. Steven Wright |
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GravityA Poem by Little BirdieWe drove slowly through the sunset of Serengeti. |
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A Kiss by DuskA Poem by Vex DumasIt's hard to describe. The words speak for themselves. Also found in my book: Wandering Wonderings of a Weary Walker |
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WingsA Poem by JohannaI´m not sure about this one.. so let me know if there was anything you´d add or change. |
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That tis a beautiful dayA Poem by hanselwheresgretel?When the haze lifts and creation begins. Art is when perfect imagination is projected on the imperfections of existence. |
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Favortie ColorsA Story by Wubblythe seasons of falling in love |
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Dancing leavesA Poem by James DwyerInspired by fall walks where the ground is covered with a blanket of golden leaves. |
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ColoursA Poem by Larry JohnBlue is the colour of both the sea and the sky, of soft sea foam washing across sandy beaches, of cloudless nights, of summer days spent.. |
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UntitledA Poem by Skylah GinetteThese men were mountains, But now they are changing colours, Shifting faces, different places In the rain. |
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What is Art?A Poem by BlackheartWhat is art? Is it when you pick up the brush and smear all your creativity on the canvas? Is it when you play with colours as you try to reprod.. |
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Would it be right?A Poem by Umama AfzalIf I steal colours off the walls, and the flowers, and everything else that you touched, whether tangible or not, in the process of touching my l.. |
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MixesA Story by Georgina V SollyEverything is a mix or a mix up. |
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Coloured WindowsA Story by Georgina V SollyHow someone's taste in decoration can be another person's ruin. |
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A Winter Valediction ( or: Alcyone)A Poem by Nicolás CardonaOld work. |
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I used to say I hated orangeA Chapter by Lyn Andersondon't knock it till you try it |
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The Room Where It DreamedA Poem by AnnaI was toldhow when I was youngthere was a roomwhere the light came in.Out there in the halls of my own house,sat ivory walls strewn in golden sun-glow.. |
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Neon YouthA Poem by maybabyJust an informal poem about youth. |
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weA Chapter by Lyn Andersontruly one of my favourites of all time - simple as it is. |
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