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The Longing Lilith and EveA Poem by NatalieNot a prayer, but an offer of salvation. |
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Friends ForeverA Story by Ike LloydA man attends his high school reunion only to find how much things have changed. |
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Purple RainA Poem by Markus AnthonyPurple rain is said to be a deep longing or desire that will likely not be met. |
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That HighA Poem by Kelly ScheppersThat High i want the unchaste thrill of you and me in the front seat of your carto feel the sybaritic rush of skin on skinof hands nullifying our sens.. |
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SunshineA Poem by Isabella Cezannea poem about love from afar |
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The SearchA Poem by BAs time would healA man seems to appearIf words were fineAll else would dissipateUnmeant for observationA consensual reservationThe passions of all un.. |
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IthacaA Poem by BA beautiful clarity befellTender often known too wellComing through to fendWhites unbearing endA soft whisper in bloomBeyond thoughtful noonFall upon .. |
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Beneath my beautifulA Poem by EileenMarieMy adaptation of the song Beneath your beautiful |
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Sleep TalkingA Poem by Laura KateI whisper to the nightmy daydreams of you,hoping that they mighteventually come true. |
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Ruth and The DivineA Poem by Jesse JudgeA prose poem exploring the imagery within the mind of a woman with dementia who is being tantalised by the imagined presence of a past lover. |
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HiraethA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellMy pen is a needle to thread the moon. |
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EchoesA Poem by Isabella Cezannea poem about longing |
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These Hallowed Halls (II)A Poem by Michael R. BurchThese Hallowed HallsbyMichael R. BurchA young Romantic Poet mourns the passing of an age ...I.A final stereo fades into silenceand now there is seldom.. |
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Stay With Me TonightA Poem by Michael R. BurchStay With Me Tonightby Michael R. BurchStay with me tonight;be gentle with me as the leaves are gentlefalling to the earth.And whisper, O my love,how .. |
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VirginalA Poem by Michael R. BurchVirginalby Michael R. BurchFor an hourevery wildflowerbeseeches her:To thy breast,Elizabeth!But she is mine;her lips divineand her breasts and hairare.. |
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Shadows on ChristmasA Story by Rhea RiddleA fictionalized version of one night before Christmas on my farm. |
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