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Undying TomorrowA Poem by Adam M. SnowAn undying tomorrow; friends of sorrow; lay to rest; on the night of morrow. Mark of raw; torments and flaw; lives on forever; with silence of maw. |
CommunionA Poem by Richard WilliamsThe heartbeat of all life. |
Windows Past and PresentA Poem by Richard WilliamsA warmth leading to Christmas. |
JVL: Butterscotch Cookies (Thorn&Oak#1)A Chapter by rlolno. |
JVL: Red Thongs (Thorn&Oak#2)A Chapter by rhow the f**k did this pairing turn into something legitimate? |
JVL: Moot Point (Thorn&Oak#3)A Chapter by r"I love you, Cloud," the tan jag named Thorn whispered into his albino mate's ears, after they were settled down on the grass beneath the evergreens, .. |
JVL: Effective Feathers (Thorn&Oak#4)A Chapter by r"I am not gay," the tan jag named Thorn insisted stubbornly. "I will never be gay."Dark rolled his blue eyes. "Okay, whatever," he snorted, shaking hi.. |
The Oak Tree.A Poem by Luke RobertsMy second piece in two days! Please leave a comment. |
Under an Oak TreeA Poem by Chapter Of SeasonsRomantic poem. |
Sometimes I wish...A Poem by Vinay Kumarsometimes i think that the world is going on a wrong way. The beauty of this world is lost in the darkness of falseness, politics, silly fights with n.. |
Oak (Names)A Poem by Alexander GillespieAt a school near where I used to live, which had big wooden benches with the names of pupils who had gone there. Reminded me of Keats' last words and .. |
The Roman FieldA Story by Georgina V SollyTwo elderly people find old age to still have adventures in store. |
JVL: Awkward Egos (Thorn&Oak#5)A Chapter by r"Mmm, yes...," the tan jag named Thorn sighed, burrowing deeper into the moss of the nest he shared with Cloud. He had a smile on his face, and he was.. |
The Oak and the MusicianA Poem by Isaac CantonThe oak in the field stands warm in the sun, And music flutters up to his old ear, And the day sighs around him, gently young, And a wandering mu.. |
PreludeA Chapter by CieleTo set the tone, one must share where the events led to, before memory takes to find freedom. The tension is palpable when Anna Lovella faces the men .. |
The One who is Written about.A Poem by John HolmesI am often asked to write poems about friends. So here you go, this one is dedicated to my friend Dani. I hope the imagery leaves an impression. |
ConsumedA Poem by MeowlloryBeing sturdy and strong,like the oak,is a laborous task.It is much easierto let yourselfbe consumed by the fire. |