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"they spoke / i / unlistening"the words fell
like dead birdswe were all
already
ghosts
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The winds howl their raucous decree,Sea-born gods bellow- -wild, unshackled!Foam-crested steeds surge forth,Brazen, unbridled, shattering silence!The ..
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The lake breathes in and out-an ancient rhythm, unseen,hidden beneath mirrored stillness.Wind whispers across its glassy skin,pressing, coaxing, shapi..
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Slabs of stoneGreet the morning sunOr is it the SunThat warms their coldThawing the shiverOf their last momentsBringing light to that tunnelonly to di..
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there was a timewhen thoughtswere pencilled inby flashlight or nightlightwell after the househas shut down for the nightthere was a timewhen poemswere..
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�"��"��"��"��"��"��"� Could vaulted vasecontain coll..
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After reading Blue's ordeal, which is representative of the experience of many on other such poetry sites, a little hilarious write that is not meant ..
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When a poet takes up armstheir quill is orphaned quickthough the pen is mightierthe sword some bards will pickhowever just the cause may beforsake the..
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pot plants🪴hapless indulgencesanimated silences quiver🪴hankered imaginationambiguous synapsesquibble 🪴each way you tu..
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a poem’s successionThere is always a poem waiting�"an understudy, breathless in the wings,shadowed by today’s centre stage,its..
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