Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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Of Lifeboats and Roses

Of Lifeboats and Roses

A Poem by iron_rose


Random poetic rant about my failed attempt to woo a lady.
Pink Satin Roses

Pink Satin Roses

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


She will not be forgiving his sins, when we place them, on the foot, of her grave........
Waiting

Waiting

A Poem by That_Guy


on days you're not here my world stands still
Red Sea

Red Sea

A Poem by Amberway


Nature
Dream of the Rose's Kiss

Dream of the Rose's Kiss

A Poem by Warren L.G De Mills


I dreamed I kissed a rose She was from my past I intended to propose But that love didn't last Her pink petals shone Inscribed " I Love..
Paper Roses

Paper Roses

A Poem by EmpressPoetess


A palm of scarlet roses held, to sooth the hurtful words befell beloved's tender self I hurt I liken myself low as dirtwith weariness but not regre..
Roses

Roses

A Poem by SlightlyOdd


Roses Given on occasions Laid on graves Given to those we hold dear the most important thing to remember is the meaning of roses because roses mean re..
My Wonderland

My Wonderland

A Poem by Pyrrha Rayn


Not what it's cracked up to be
Social Awkwardness

Social Awkwardness

A Poem by Dylan Jacques-Fero


Roses are red, Violets are blue. I'm socially awkward, When I'm around you
And Angels Cry

And Angels Cry

A Story by Nina St. Moritz


I was going for a conflicting-emotions- kind of deal here, a mind fighting between despair and loving memories.
How Roses Color

How Roses Color

A Poem by EDRC


This poem was written by: Erica.
Why Must The Roses Be Red?

Why Must The Roses Be Red?

A Poem by December Blaize


When all color is lost in the meaningAnd words are deemed unworthy,When the clouds obscure tainted halosAnd thorns grace flesh beneath lies,Our twiste..
Roses

Roses

A Poem by Christina Nichole


Again, just more thoughts that I thought sounded pretty.
Yellow Roses

Yellow Roses

A Story by 0AudreyClaire0


Hese were not the wilted roses he picked just hours before. These were much too bright and happy. There were his wife's.