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DECLINE AGE COMPLAINTA Poem by Tasi83Like the old marionettes that can be pulled on strings, the calculating, pitiful little chess pieces of Life; if necessary, they sell, buy, embezzle, .. |
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Coral ShellsA Poem by TheSadSnowmanThis piece explores silence. it explores how so much love and kindness is held back for the fear of being spurned. This is dedicated to all the things.. |
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Night beforeA Poem by Poetic_VixenHow your breaths charm my heart. |
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Back (To The Source)A Poem by Mike DaviesA poem. |
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An Acrostic MelodyA Poem by Robert Francis Callacia message on nothing |
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Hot Winds in the Desert SunA Chapter by Robert Francis Callacia nihilistic treat |
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When Graphite Turns to InkA Chapter by Robert Francis Callaciink spots |
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I'm Not Going to Write Any More PoemsA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a poem about poetry. |
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Into A Loft Apartment For His Secret RendezvousA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerIn this nonet poem, one half of a couple gets shocked by the sight of what the other half is doing inside a stranger's residence. |
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Save A ManA Poem by Zammy WhizSave a man! |
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I Had A DreamA Poem by QuillandInkWhispersIn the dream when the speaker found their lover, the lover kept making up excuses and pushing the speaker away. |
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Her butterfliesA Story by Poetic_VixenA lover's dilemma. |
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The Forest Loves to Play Her GameA Poem by Jon Van DalenA villanelle about the moving stillness of the forest. |
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There Is Only Your NameA Poem by Mike DaviesA poem. |
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BirdlimeA Poem by Amanda Rosei really like this one. rose colored glasses or duplicity? |
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Before Riding The Birthday Boy's JoystickA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis one nonet poem is about one young man getting a blindfold removed for him to see one hell of a birthday surprise. |
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WAS IT WORTH IT?!A Poem by Tasi83Like goblins woken up from their sleep, I squirm in the alley light during the day. I wonder: Did I make a mistake when I studied, acted, complimented.. |
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The Terrors of Infinite RealitiesA Story by E.P. RoblesThe day is midnight at noon and the skies are bleeding red yokes.And the skies and sky scrapers are on fire ./cars on fire with no one at the wheeland.. |
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This Is Not Like Last TimeA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThe title of this free verse poem happens to be what one half of a couple says while trying to get back together with the other half. |
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