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That Was RandomA Poem by Robert RonnowThere are actual peoplehalf woman half manrunning mornings anddream people in movieshalf language half light.Tomorrow is John’s funeral.* * *Thi.. |
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BreakfastA Poem by TitaniumStarA Poem about my favorite meal of the day! Breakfast! |
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Open soresA Poem by The_Ancient_Rock... |
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AwakeningA Poem by emmajoygreenmorning thoughts |
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The World is led by the MorningA Poem by jaden kinstonejk, you will exist, my dear, you will exist in their minds and give them the strive, the aspiration |
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Why doesn’t Morning matterA Poem by jaden kinstoneWhy doesn’t Morning matter To me and those who deal At Night, As if its Darkness makes it so compelling, So fortunate for us - The people o.. |
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A Brief Touch of Allowed.A Poem by Ken Simm.For..... |
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5am: Spring DaybreakA Poem by Onyx CrowHi everyone, this poem is hopefully going to be part of an anthology that I'm working on. It's based on a memory of when I had insomnia one night and .. |
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Meandering thoughts.A Poem by GeeBeyond 1/2 open blinds |
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AwakenA Poem by lyshaspiecesAwaken Me Let the air Reach your lungs Fill it with crisp fog From the dawn Release it with the sunrise And watch the world Reappear once again.. |
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El Amor De Mi VidaA Poem by Poet PittinixIt's a Spanish love poem. |
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Small details tattooedA Poem by Ken Simm.Small details tattooed on you in the day of landscape. Sex words softly through an open white window. A complex sky washed with pale col.. |
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Swedish LadyA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a beautiful love poem. |
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Bad WodA Poem by Poet PittinixIt's a poem about cursing in Jamaica. |
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Two Days. The Names of Morning ColoursA Poem by Ken Simm.Two Days. To her, there are. These happen now. Places in the moon dark. Some to touch, some to be. Lying comfortable in old troubles. .. |
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Moments of PassionA Poem by Poet PittinixHere's a beautiful love poem. |
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The Consanguinity of Darkness and Morning.A Poem by Ken Simm.A Love song of the Gael. |
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Mi Chica Afro-antillanaA Poem by Poet PittinixThis is a poem of love. |
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