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Painting Over BitternessA Poem by Michael G. SmithHiding behind sadness |
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This song socksA Poem by JoannaThis is probably the most humorous take on something that hurt really bad. I am trying to turn this into a song about someone I used to love. |
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The PuddleA Story by Georgina V SollyFour children and their bikes fall into the puddle, and .... |
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unicorns in the rainA Poem by Dark Heart of WinterIf you could escape yourself, would you be happy, or would you wonder endlessly who you used to be? |
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What do I do?/BeautifulA Poem by Kile ReevesThis poem describes what I've been feeling in the past week or so since I got broken up with so he could find himself. People have been telling me a l.. |
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Wither.A Poem by Kennedy TaylorAnd just like that the rain was gone,The puddles were the only thing that remained.They reminded me of the rain.How it fell so beautifully,How it spok.. |
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RainA Poem by Robert RonnowFive days of steady rain. A hurricane approaches the city. The streets are flooding but the wildlife is thriving. Every person wears a raincoat .. |
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Raining HeartA Poem by MeganI regard you like I must acknowledge the puddle of mud I stepped in while running away. When my heart dries up I cling to your satisfying forgi.. |
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Bike RiderA Poem by WestgateI've been thinking about the best way to get over an obstacle in life, and to me the most important thing to remember is to just keep going. Nothing c.. |
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Here, in GreenA Poem by FrostAshdoveJust a quickly typed out poem, not my best. Still, tell me what you think! |
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The PuddleA Story by H.D.ClineGetting through the bitterness of ended relationships (at least in my own perspective) |
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A Puddle's ReflectionA Poem by LiliaIt’s dark.A mirror, reflecting a monster.Only a slight part of the person I knew remains.The darkness has consumed the rest that is familiar to .. |
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Love Has GoneA Poem by LiliaWhy did you leave me?Why did you pretend to care?Why did I think it would work?Why did I dare?Now love, you've left meLeft me all aloneI sit and say m.. |
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SmallA Poem by AnnaBeing small has never been a problem to meI just live each day as if I am not different at allBut the mocking of my size aches meWhen someone reminds .. |
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