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I am trapped within a memory On a hilltop in my mind,All these echoed senses tetheredTo the imprint left behind. How they sing to me in whispers,How I..
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Ah, here we go again.Like flotsam by the shore,Sweeping in on a wave,Dragging out with the tide;Still searching,As a thousand times before.
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Okay, so this is was my entry for a 7 Deadly Sins poetry competition.
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I pour myself a mug of tea -
A dozy habit borne
From all the early evening hours
Until the early morn’.
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A poem for F. Scott Fitzgerald's best known story.
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This cinquain came about from playing the cinquain game - where I follow the previous poster's cinquain and start my first line based on their last li..
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A tribute to my own cat, who reached 20 years before her gears stopped turning. RIP Piewackett.
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Try and find the *hidden* pun. :P
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Inspired by the famous John Barrymore quote - One of my chief regrets during my years in the theater is that I could not sit in the audience and watch..
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A mad dancing pirouette; the mating butterfly
Gives skittering charge towards its love, yet equally retreats.
Its partner, now pursuer, toys in simi..
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