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Death’s Weapon is Cupid’s Arrow.A Poem by kayla_ajcIt’s okay to love when you know how, its a punishment when you don’t. |
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CowardA Poem by unsaidwordsPeople come and never comeback |
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AdolescenceA Story by Grace WolffI would like to remember everything at once, so I can pick the memories from my mind and eat them. I wonder what it would taste like. The pleasant one.. |
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I will writeA Poem by Dave W.Sometimes I just have to write. |
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Purple Paper Flowers.A Poem by kayla_ajcI’ve fallen for her and I need to learn how to tell her. |
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Valentine’s Day Dread.A Poem by kayla_ajcIt’s hard confessing to someone on the most romantic day of the year. |
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The Dread Of Loneliness Burns The Art Of Love.A Poem by kayla_ajcWhy does love feel like watching the bullet fly out of a gun aimed at your heart. |
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What Did I Say Wrong?A Poem by TwilightWhat did I say wrong, Nothing whatsoever, You made claims of wanting to know me, Without making the effort, Instead of really trying, You only .. |
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I Found Out Too Late That She Loved MeA Poem by Poet PittinixIt's an intriguing love story. |
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I rememberA Poem by Alyaffa LondonBased on a real experience |
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WordsworthA Poem by QRambleJust me playing around. I didn't really pick any style. Consider this me just getting out of writer's block. |
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Phoenix FlightA Poem by RyanMills234Faded crimson wings glide in the airGuiding me homeThe tired flapping barely audibleAgainst the winds of existenceMy beak is cracked, aged from years .. |
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Change Pt.1A Poem by RyanMills234Something is wrong and I’m always failingWhat is my problem, why can’t I make it?All I’ve ever wanted was happinessBut all my life h.. |
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The Liberalist king had no throne to fit meA Poem by DingyyyppA poem about false liberation and hate against homosexuals in the medeival era , from the perspective of a homosexual of that time |
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Fire EscapeA Poem by Sean EatonA poem about my first apartment. Published by The Queens Review. |
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Give Boston a Kiss for MeA Poem by Sean EatonA poem about the frustrations of having your existence politicized when you're just trying to live. Published in The Queens Review. |
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Old WoodA Poem by Sean EatonI climbed the magnificent staircase to the second floor, / my palm kissing the Edwardian oak of the balustrade, |
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