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Undying Tomorrow

Undying Tomorrow

A Poem by Adam M. Snow


An undying tomorrow; friends of sorrow; lay to rest; on the night of morrow. Mark of raw; torments and flaw; lives on forever; with silence of maw.
Communion

Communion

A Poem by Richard Williams


The heartbeat of all life.
Windows Past and Present

Windows Past and Present

A Poem by Richard Williams


A warmth leading to Christmas.
Intimacy

Intimacy

A Poem by MIngram


The only moments we spent alone
The Oak Tree.

The Oak Tree.

A Poem by Luke Roberts


My second piece in two days! Please leave a comment.
Under an Oak Tree

Under an Oak Tree

A Poem by Chapter Of Seasons


Romantic poem.
Sometimes I wish...

Sometimes I wish...

A Poem by Vinay Kumar


sometimes i think that the world is going on a wrong way. The beauty of this world is lost in the darkness of falseness, politics, silly fights with n..
Oak (Names)

Oak (Names)

A Poem by Alexander Gillespie


At a school near where I used to live, which had big wooden benches with the names of pupils who had gone there. Reminded me of Keats' last words and ..
The Roman Field

The Roman Field

A Story by Georgina V Solly


Two elderly people find old age to still have adventures in store.
The Oak and the Musician

The Oak and the Musician

A Poem by Isaac Canton


The oak in the field stands warm in the sun, And music flutters up to his old ear, And the day sighs around him, gently young, And a wandering mu..
Prelude

Prelude

A Chapter by Ciele


To set the tone, one must share where the events led to, before memory takes to find freedom. The tension is palpable when Anna Lovella faces the men ..
The One who is Written about.

The One who is Written about.

A Poem by John Holmes


I am often asked to write poems about friends. So here you go, this one is dedicated to my friend Dani. I hope the imagery leaves an impression.
Consumed

Consumed

A Poem by Meowllory


Being sturdy and strong,like the oak,is a laborous task.It is much easierto let yourselfbe consumed by the fire.
To Fall for a River

To Fall for a River

A Story by Vian


He would always water them when the clouds were too busy in another land to do so, and be ever so sorry when he accidentally stepped on their roots.
Oaken

Oaken

A Poem by Eddie Davis


A Senryu

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