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Mary had a little iambUnstressed and stressed it flowed,And when this little poet wrote,The words would, measured, go.She followed that with a troch&e..
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unrhymable,citric to the taste,fiery in sundown,hued betweenyellow and red,October’s faltering breathsexhaled againstthe dying leaves. #
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Two parties ceremoniouslycommit their lives to each otherwhile the choir sings hymnsand loved ones sighor joyously sob.Two parties courageouslysacrifi..
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if only humans could learn somehow
the language of nature's flowers
we would spend our lonely days
kneeling in the garden
laughing with roses
at ..
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A poem about a brilliant inventor who wastes his time and money on hookers. The poem utilizes a few sets of homonyms at the start of one line and the..
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All life was good when love was mine.We woke to greet the day.How grand it was to share our time!The skies were never gray.Then all at once you broke ..
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Betrayed by love, she crams her mind with his final word, tossed seconds before the closing of the door. Inside, where once she thrived, where once a ..
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theyellow moonrolling on the littered lakerests its cratered cheekagainst still another dead seasonbrittle leavescovering moss"..
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In dreams my soul is free to roam the fieldsDenied by day, when caged within this shellI call my earthly body, this dark well,In silence, quiet as a g..
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When summer comes, let’s celebrateWhat bloom along the garden gate,Those petals turning towards the sun.Let’s celebrate when summer comes...
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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