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ContritionA Poem by Debbie BarryA scrap of verse I wrote in the middle of the night, but also a heartfelt prayer. |
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RaindropsA Poem by Debbie BarryA scrap of verse I wrote in the middle of the night. A new nursery rhyme. |
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Delirious halloweenA Poem by NebulaThe children want candiesMeI want something elseThe night is magicThe party is a real deliriumMasks and naivetyA perfect dayI do not have to hideI am .. |
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I Want To BeA Poem by GrungeFirePoetryI want to be the reason you lose what's left of your mind,the demon that tells you to kill any attempt at feeling better,when you know thinking of me .. |
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Things I Learned From YouA Poem by GrungeFirePoetryPronounce every word with confidence,never falter,never let your eyes to the talking.You don't know how often I looked into your soul and found it emp.. |
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Love Is, And Is NotA Poem by StormeLightIt's not always about the loveWe think we deserveThey often say that's how it isI think we seek the love The love that feels familiarFor better or wor.. |
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My tears cost moreA Poem by Benita-Staebell M - Kindr..Expressing pain where he isn't worth crying over anymore. |
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LoveA Poem by RozettaLove Is an ocean I fall in Without a tail to swim, Without a trail to follow. At times, It’s a dream; A strange volcano Goi.. |
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About Our Little Orgy FestA Poem by OhiomanA woman arrives at her best friend's house just in time to join in on an orgy in this free verse poem. |
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How I Spend My DaysA Poem by EllaNow I spend my daysLooking over my shoulderTomorrow I willLook ahead, to the futureNow I spend my timeHolding back, biding my timeTomorrow I willTake .. |
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the hot summer sunA Poem by ellasnotebooka poem |
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God BotheringA Poem by The Iron HorsemanJust a little humour about a young man desperate to get laid. |
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FoulA Poem by emipoemiFoul is foul, Foul is vain, Foul makes ev’ry Sound mind go insane. Foul is evil, Love never is .. |
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The WitchesA Poem by emipoemiWhat a band of ruthless witches: Wicked, ugly, pickled itches With such grave and ghastly twitches, Stitching binds.. |
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the spareA Poem by ellasnotebookA spare person. |
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The Tiger’s EyesA Poem by Aishwarya Khan BhaduriHe came growling into the nightof my still and steady mind,looked straight into my eyes,and just stood.The bright yellow never wavered,holding my gaze.. |
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