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Sweet NothingsA Poem by ArchaicDreamerSweet nothings whispered in your ear... |
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Merely a beingA Poem by KimThis is about how we aren't that different from each other that it might seem from time to time |
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AwakeA Poem by caseymichelle31A poem about not being able to sleep |
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Whispers of the PastA Poem by NightwindDarkness slowly falls, and Sun silently leaves,Sorrowful trees weep, for their falling leaves.The sleep which forgot me is now at far away;To reach it.. |
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Sstrained SsensessA Poem by ElChaffinchA piece inspired by "Chinese Whispers" in the workplace, and, of course, illiteration ©2014 all rights reserved |
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I Wished You Were MineA Poem by SamComment je t'aime. |
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A SighA Poem by AmatinaThis came to me one morning when I was waiting for my bus to arrive at my stop. Please enjoy. |
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A Whisper of EnmityA Poem by Dark PoetThe whispers of anger Boiling from my heart and Rise from my soul I can’t promise that you will remain unhurt I try and do my b.. |
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Joy WhisperA Poem by Cam & Nillyby Cam & Nilly |
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Gypsy soul surrender....A Poem by Frieda Ptraced your nuance upon my breast tenderness upon my lips, serenaded me with your sweet guitar my restless gypsy soul surrendered, breath heavy at t.. |
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between velvet earth and ashen skyA Chapter by Lyn Andersona fleeting moment |
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The tideA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereDespite the sea being wild and the waves rolling away from the shore, the tide always returns. Katherine McIntyre |
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I want to stayA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereLove is staying up all night with a sick child - or a healthy adult. David Frost |
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Urination, don't take it for grantedA Poem by Robert RonnowDick Burton examining Liz Taylor's rectal sphincter for blood. That's love. Sexual love. Pornographic, anthropological, primate love. .. |
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Whispers of the Weeping Willow TreeA Poem by RickOne day while sitting under a weeping willow tree I heard the wind blow through its branches. With in ten minutes I had written this poem. |
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COLOURFUL HUEA Poem by Akira♥Wanting eyes and weary face;Hold my hand and feel my heart race.Intertwine your lips in mine;Hold your breath and count to nine.Close your eye.. |
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ON A WHISPER'S FINE DREAMA Story by Alfred Kukitzpower of a whisper |
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I Wake UpA Poem by Healing StarI create some of my favorites in the middle of the night, alone, with the whisperings |
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