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when it's this good . . .

when it's this good . . .

A Poem by alan khan


when you wake up and the sun shines through gentle thick rain drops. when the rainbow casts its magic wave across the warmth of your bedroom. ..
Gentle Soul

Gentle Soul

A Poem by Fallacy Pharmacy


A poem dedicated to a special someone who passed away last year.
A Prelude To Sex

A Prelude To Sex

A Poem by JenLyn


I wrote it just to write it.
Just a girl

Just a girl

A Poem by lrigD


You're just a girl.
The Curious Machine (Part 1)

The Curious Machine (Part 1)

A Story by Brendyn T. O'Donnal


If you enjoy steampunk, you will most likely enjoy "The Curious Machine"
7) First Day of School

7) First Day of School

A Chapter by Kelly M.


Little crystal raindrops pattered on the rooftop. A droplet seeped through the cracks in the ceiling and landed on April's cheek. April couldn't stan..
My Sister

My Sister

A Poem by Blue Eyes


She is sweet and gentle And sometimes sentimental She'll read a lot of books and she has pre..
The Librarian's Daughter

The Librarian's Daughter

A Poem by Little Birdie


One-sided love.
Love Lost

Love Lost

A Poem by dreaming dame


I felt kinda lost when I wrote this,so...:)
JVL: Gentle (Dark&Flame#1)

JVL: Gentle (Dark&Flame#1)

A Chapter by r


Flame is conflicted.
Untitled V

Untitled V

A Poem by Elaenor Aisling


From such a gentle spiritcame such a harsh reubukeand from such a verdant lifeOh, such an arid death!What hope once bloomedwithin thy breastuntil repl..
Come to me softly

Come to me softly

A Poem by EmpressPoetess


Black velvet silhouettes dance vividly against a clear, cobalt night sky silvery moonlight shimmers brightly in between the leaves of great redw..
Painting

Painting

A Poem by MistyFog


Gentle paintbrush strokes On a blank empty canvas Forming a new dream
Sun

Sun

A Poem by MistyFog


Gentle trees swaying Picking berries from a bush The sun peeks in Spring
This

This

A Poem by Olivia Marie


Another love poem. (Stud M. Note Book) :)
My Mother's Hands

My Mother's Hands

A Poem by Elaenor Aisling


Mother’s hands were calloused The nails cut short The veins protruding Like branches beneath a blanket ..

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