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WinterA Poem by Lucia MorganLike you,The Winter worries me.The trampled meadows,And withered blossoms of yellow spring,Whisper to me:Melancholy.I want to sit by the fireAnd hold .. |
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Weathered AngelA Poem by NathBased on the song: "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. |
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Pink Satin RosesA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..She will not be forgiving his sins, when we place them, on the foot, of her grave........ |
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Darling, You're Dead To MeA Poem by Alana McGuireDarling, I'll take this to the grave.. There are multiple puns and metaphors here, see if you can find them all. ;) |
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Death of ProsperousA Poem by ghostofedgarI wrote this last year at a point where I was isolating myself from the people around me. I re-worked it and present it to you now. Enjoy. |
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27A Story by ghostofedgarThe boy was only 27 years old, but was wise beyond his years. |
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Don't Follow MeA Poem by JowmIt's all in the writing. |
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Annabel's HeadstoneA Poem by persianleopardThis poem gets its inspiration from a vision I had in a cemetery a few years ago. Rows upon rows of infant gravestones presented me with a window into.. |
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ToskaA Story by shanemusicThere is a hole in my chest, bellowing streams of salt that roll and trip and scream. A gaping hole. Not a wound. No. This isn’t the aftermath o.. |
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from the cradle to the coffinA Poem by nigrum homonculusi wrote this for a friend of mine. he wanted something intense and that explains the hypocritical nature of humans. but i fear i have ventured into re.. |
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Joined once againA Poem by V.J.C.Here I sit by growing grass still trying to hide what lay beneath Tears blind me from seeing but sight is not what i want Pain appears to have taken .. |
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Your New BedA Poem by Alexa Taschjust me being silly |
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Night on Bald MauntainA Poem by BalanceA tribute to Modest Mussorgsky (1839–1881). this is a composition Inspired by Russian literary works and legend. Mussorgsky made a witches' sab.. |
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The Silence Before the StormA Poem by BalanceHuman's self destruction. first song i wrote as a teenager |
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The GravediggerA Poem by David Lewis PagetI was leaning on my shovel, in a hole As black as pitch, With a plug of fine tobacco in my pipe To scratch my itch, But I hadn't even lit it whe.. |
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Beautiful DeathA Poem by Zee Noir6-29-12Beautiful DeathTime grips tight, never letting you forget.Burdens take hold creating chaos within you, as you lie cold in your bed.An end to th.. |
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