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In Your ArmsA Poem by Healing StarFeeling I need arms, a body, to drown my sorrows in. |
TimeA Poem by AveTNJust a poem that speaks of how time either flies by too fast or seems to pass unbearably slowly. For me, I often wish that when I looked at the clock .. |
Growing old togetherA Poem by Gerry LegisterThe spirit is willing to do lots of interesting exploits, but the flesh is weak, unable to take on all the imagery of adventures. |
The Low DragA Poem by AnnaThe world seems to spin a little slower,the people seem to speak a little smoother.The air just seems to hang a little lighter,weightlessness, as if g.. |
Time Passes....A Poem by The Masked CrusaderTick tock goes the clock.Every minute, an hourEvery hour... days.(This is padding text that is not part of the haiku. writerscafe won't save my haikus.. |
TRANSLATIONS#6 - Slow ComedownA Story by Denis VodyakhinLately, I often hear my house creak, crack, groan, rustle, sway and get back in place with a boom; the trees seem to be acting along: moving from side.. |
THE I-SPY GAMEA Story by Peter RogersonIt's a silly game, really: I see with my little eye something that might be there, but isn't" |
Light Yagami: "Red Brick Wallpaper"A Story by Perplexation...Alter ego is one of mankind's greatest enemies... |
The Dove for The ManA Story by PerplexationAll around us are connections. |
Short DuoA Poem by PerplexationFirst collection of my short poems. |
Things I'd never say..A Poem by ayejodieWe lie together all night, before you have to leave. We laugh and talk, Fall in and out of sleep. But I will never tell you, And you will proba.. |
17 AgainA Poem by ayejodieWhy did you visit me last night? Why did you come to me.. After all this time. 3years, I think, -it's been a blur. Your stupid red car, You used.. |
Exponential Decay FunctionA Poem by Robert RonnowSpring is in its prime againeach leaf beautifulmuch is ediblebirds and peepers are musical at dawn.The days walk slowlytoward Utah and Italy.My left n.. |
The TimesA Poem by Richard MuellerChange. |
AntifragilityA Poem by Robert RonnowIn last night's movie, a young writerand an older, married with children French womanfall in love. They did not meet during a village massacreand mone.. |
Her.A Poem by ayejodieJet black hair and skin like silk, Her eyes, the brightest blue. She followed me into the early hours of the morning, Beneath the blankets of a s.. |