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You will not winA Poem by Simone DavisUn wanting hands caress my breasts Your face smug with glee Your taking away my purity Invading my mind body and soul You seek your possessio.. |
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White Is WhiteA Poem by Earl SchumackerAll things being equal |
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Opportunity For ExclusivityA Poem by Earl SchumackerLove corrupted |
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That which i hadA Poem by ElinThe grape juice in my veins Weathered into wine As the tokiwairo leaves Tumbled from the vine Autumn nights spent in your bed Kisses on my mout.. |
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God on HighA Story by TheThaumaturgeA story of the heavenly truth above. |
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If Life was an Open Book.A Poem by OnlymeWishing on a dream. |
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WomanA Poem by The Mind PressThis is the way I sincerely feel about women. |
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PurityA Poem by Anne MartinAnother occasional poem from my blog |
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Burn, OvidA Poem by Michael R. BurchBurn, OvidbyMichael R. Burch“Burn Ovid”―Austin ClarkeSunday School,Faith Free Will Baptist, 1973:I sat imaging watery foldsof pale s.. |
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AngelA Poem by beccaA beautiful untouched soulGraced with the looks of an angel and heart of a saintTainted by his tormenter meant to guard himThen cast his maker away of.. |
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Naked TruthA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellPhilosophy boldly wears a frock of woven logic while poetry stands tall in a shroud made from pure emotion. The thinkers stand under cold stone arches.. |
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A Successful Invocation of The Most Honorable Elij..A Story by Joshua A. Guillorycomposed by Joshua A. Guillory (on) June 30, 2021, central standard time, and submitted on writerscafe.org on July 1, 2021, The actual date of the (th.. |
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PaintA Poem by Brian D. RothThe clouds paint both day and sky with streaks of silvera somber palettespell casted from brushes of bones dipped in blackwoodand dripping with the be.. |
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PLUM BLOSSOM HAIKUA Poem by Michael R. BurchThese are my modern English translations of haiku about plum blossoms, plums and plum trees. |
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White RoseA Poem by Jeff BreseeI’ve not met another like you... |
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Pure WaterA Poem by Jeff BreseeThough water's healing - ever constant... |
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How She SeesA Poem by Jeff BreseeIf only to touch for a moment as day turns to night... |
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