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Twenty Two in Fifty FiveA Poem by denizeOn the shelf, behind glossy glass, is me, in sepia, staring past the haze of years to wonder whether, a lifetime later, someone will ever gaz.. |
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Falling Victim To Looks Of DisgustA Poem by Jock EngelmanMy tears pour over photographs of the past;Memories that I now wish would fade fast;Encrypted deep within my dark mind;The thoughts I am attempting to.. |
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The Adventures of Ivan: Ivan WaitsA Poem by E S StevensThis piece was inspired by listening to music played on the piano. |
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PhotographsA Poem by demuremindsPhotographs, their faces gleaming, Woman, Man, Girl, Boy, pausing their day, for a moment, for a photograph, 40 years ago. .. |
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The Man at the BackA Poem by David Lewis PagetI don’t remember my grandfather He died, before I was born, And none of the uncles and aunts had kids So I grew apart, alone, Th.. |
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When You're in, You're already in.A Poem by Idealistic AnnieSomething I wrote two years back. |
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MeaningA Poem by Alyssa CaseJust a short poem to help me think. Opinions, please? |
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Deck The HallsA Chapter by EdwinaA lazy day at home |
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YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS (Monotetra)A Chapter by DhayeInspired by the word 'photographs'. |
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PhotographsA Poem by Nathan JWhy I take them |
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PhotographsA Poem by ImmanuelOn memories of my childhood days and reliving the good old times |
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PhotographsA Poem by Beautiful IntentionsHer melodic voice lifts throughout every room Sitting on the cold floor with her back against the wall Wearing nothing more than a tattered foot.. |
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The Pale Green EyesA Story by Christen MichelleA woman shows her significant other a room that is filled with odd photographs and reveals a secret of hers. |
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So Many Years...A Poem by David Lewis PagetSo many years have passed us by,So many great events,Sometimes I smile, or sit and cryAt some of the incidents.Those were the days when we were youngA.. |
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AlbumA Poem by Michael R. BurchAlbumbyMichael R. BurchI caress them--trapped in brittle cellophane--and I see how young they were, and how unwise;and I remember their first flight--.. |
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KeepsakesA Poem by Michael R. BurchKeepsakesbyMichael R. Burch"... put out my hand and touched the face ..."I caress them―trapped in yellowing cellophane―and I see how young.. |
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