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BaitA Poem by JBlanchardA (bad) poem I wrote during a workshop with Michael Blackburn of Lincoln University. What's more, it's the only poem I've ever finished. So there's so.. |
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Beyond the ClearingA Chapter by Calissa KnoxCalioco is a wonderful place. I go there in my mind, or maybe my heart. I am not sure which. When I first came to Calioco, I found myself in a large.. |
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Step ForwardA Poem by Wendy KarasinLove |
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Inside My ShadowsA Poem by Mike WolfeOften staring into our own shadows is like a black fog. It calls to us and tells us we are worthless. And then kill us inside. |
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Laments of TwilightA Poem by Arthur CrowThose seasons famished in myriad dreams;Long of quests in realms of Fae ...For yet a feast of forest wine I would adorn,Or beyond pleasures dressed in.. |
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I Am NosferatuA Poem by Arthur CrowAnd he rose like a dream shrouded in obsidian“Blood the sky!” �" bewailed ravenous eyes ..‘Upon a world solemn; and the .. |
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Over the Fields they RunA Poem by Hanna LilyContinuation of "Fire in the Night". |
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Freedom, an unexpected giftA Poem by Hanna LilyContinuation of "Over the Fields they Run". |
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Nature In CaptivityA Poem by Savannah BlyNature is in constant captivity. |
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~ The Man on the HillA Poem by~ The Man on the Hill, E+E, Forlorn times, Truth, Love, Lands, Nature, Green, Mist, Dreams, Poetry, Me, You, Pain, Hurt, Real, Telepathic |
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Flirtatious prideA Poem by StephenWe all need to take a time to look around the world but yeah ... before doing this, we all gotta look right around us. |
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Waiting for VaporA Poem by Alfred KukitzBirth in metaphysical understandings |
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I can Feel Your PresenceA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueYour sweet presence is there, Mysterious like Forster’s boum no more, I don’t really know, How not to let it go. A.. |
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The TerrorA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe never came out in the daytime, though He’d always come out at night, I’d hear his feet, pass in the street By the gasl.. |
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ShadeA Poem by Robert RonnowYour past, your romantic past, is a shadow. Like all towns, Port Angeles was a combination of rain and clouds, sun and mist, with a chamber of c.. |
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The Dark Green ConifersA Poem by Robert Ronnowanother day in the woods. on Strawberry ridgelooking out over undulating green hills tothe next great wall of mountains. the lastmorning clouds left f.. |
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