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Farewell, LoverA Poem by Paris FranceInspired by a nameless foreign film, wherein two lovers part in a snowy-dreamscape. Never really written about love before…I gave it a shot a.. |
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Ode to a Pine TreeA Chapter by goltinfron_nhSway, branches flutter in the wind.The squirrels hide in their nest.Tall. Proud. A sentinel to the years.The cold of winter bites its bark,The wary tr.. |
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The Old Tree PineA Poem by Mehul RwatIt's one of my Love Nature poems. |
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BETRAYAL OF A PINEA Poem by kublakhan27Inspired by a Christmas special I kid myself into believing I loved for many years until reality hit me this year and informed me that I hated it. 12.. |
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My Neon-green Pine TreeA Poem by Amanda J. S.A poem about a special person, whom I love :-) |
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Mother Nature's GuaranteeA Poem byaftermath of the storm |
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Holding Your HandA Poem by Jessica JeanIn my finger valleys Land is bare No pines or lilies Ever grow there The wind blows cold Chilling the ground Drying it up Nothing's the sound.. |
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TonightA Poem by Naomi BloomMy first decent senryu. |
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Mind of Paper BooksA Poem by Andrew MillerA sudden realization comes as an old pine falls prey to a heavy winter. |
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Signs of WinterA Poem by Graysin AngelA tribute to the season. |
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As I may never hold a ChildA Poem by fatimasquepine nuts and pumpkins line up for the nose and the sun peaks through clouds in play the road ahead offers history made to be made meanwhile, .. |
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The Christmas SpiritA Poem by Shayna Joyce~Old bins filled with ornaments and trinketstrees get barer and whiterwe bundle in our blanketsholding our hotchocolate a bit tighterThe christmas spi.. |
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Urination, don't take it for grantedA Poem by Robert RonnowDick Burton examining Liz Taylor's rectal sphincter for blood. That's love. Sexual love. Pornographic, anthropological, primate love. .. |
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Miniature JuniperA Poem by Robert RonnowAlthough I hardly gave it a thoughtI didn't really doubtour miniature juniper, a bonsai,would survive our desert vacation. It .. |
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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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AliveA Poem by Robert RonnowWhat is appropriate to say about the changesin your life. That at 23 I was confusedabout a girl, under the sculpted pines.Quietly, my friends and I co.. |
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