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A plaster handprint on my heart.

A plaster handprint on my heart.

A Poem by Radioactive


Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, fu..
Wilted

Wilted

A Poem by LetMeLoveYou


Petals drooping.Flower falling.Leaves dying.Can't stand straight.Colors fading.Cease all growth.The life withinFades.Water can save you.Care and tende..
Deep Feeling

Deep Feeling

A Poem by Megan


Wilted heart, pumping up as I take another breath. Fully extended, the most I can bare; no room for emotion. All I need is that final plunge,..
The Temptress

The Temptress

A Poem by Zorrin86


Upon checking the sun dial on his left wristHe wondered if he was decomposing properly,As a wilted General's daughter encircled himSinging unhappy tun..
Stoic Beauty

Stoic Beauty

A Poem by David mungoshi


For me woman is a study in perfection, an apotheosis of matters aesthetic. A woman's attributes glow in the dark and come shining through when days ar..
The Rose

The Rose

A Poem by Eileen Connolly


This poem explains that although we may beautiful on the outside, no one is perfect. Some people have wrinkles, or cuts. But we are who we are and tha..