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Death of a DreamerA Poem by Adam M. SnowWoe is I that death dost follow. Is I to die by hands of sorrow. |
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My Mind is a White CanvasA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe silence mellowed out the loudest noise conceived, And I wonder all that I've deceived. I dreamt all that I could dream up till now; My mind dra.. |
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My Soon Forgotten MemoryA Poem by Adam M. SnowMemories gone and left me astray, Alone without a thought, I wish it to stay. It's all I had in this once peaceful time; My memories and dreams, my.. |
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Recess tumblingA Poem by Grace ua silly little poem about waiting for freedom in fifth grade. I know what it's like! |
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Morning alwaysA Poem by Grace uUh...this is my day(Or something). It tells the tale of each morning i am greatful for. Yeah! |
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Untitled VA Poem by Elaenor AislingFrom such a gentle spiritcame such a harsh reubukeand from such a verdant lifeOh, such an arid death!What hope once bloomedwithin thy breastuntil repl.. |
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Chapter Four- August to LifeA Chapter by Max_E_StoneTruth be told...Yeah, right |
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Like the Wind on a Cool Summers DayA Poem by SheActsLikeSummerHer voice is powerful... |
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Night and DayA Poem by DreamWeaver 2154A poem dedicated to the struggles of love, of change, and so much more. (Open to interpretation) |
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Day of SilenceA Poem by Noah ScottMy mouth is shut It'll stay that way It has been ever Since that day The day I found out Who I was It's staying shut For those like me Who ca.. |
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Sky HaikuA Poem by MSCThe beautiful sky. Where the birds fly oh so high. Goes through day and night. |
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Day Of Silence 2012A Poem by GlamGirlIt gets better, I promise |
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Weary LadA Poem by Adam M. SnowHe gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing. Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing. |
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The Writer and the Blood Inked QuillA Poem by Adam M. SnowThe candle flickered by a passing gentle breeze; My quill dries up leaving not I at ease. My words upon page now left to hang. A reader's disappoin.. |
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Morning PeopleA Poem by Don ShawPeople who rise early in the morning see things a bit differently . |
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A Bright CatchA Poem by Serena KayeIt's horrid, I know, My first attempt at a happy poem in a while.. |
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Perfect DayA Poem by Krista WeissThis is a song I wrote when my boyfriend and I were together and it's basically how I felt everyday that I was with him. The hidden message is: I've w.. |
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