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ChildhoodA Poem by GwynI can't help being born, but you could have chosen to have me when you were ready |
Another YearA Poem by ShibaniHere are the thoughts and feelings of an average youngster when another year ends and another one begins. |
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EXPECTATIONSA Poem by EmmjosefThis poem is about some thoughts I have on an everyday basis, regarding my body, and mind |
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My SweetA Story by WillaDanversI don't know, my fingers just started dancing on the keyboard and then I had a story of a boy and an angel. |
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The Small Young & BeautifulA Poem by ZoeyTo be small means to be weak Or at least that’s what they say to people like me To be the same is perfect and chic I guess that’s what .. |
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My Name Is HoraceA Poem by Randy JohnsonDEDICATED TO BRENT CHALEM (1975-1997) WHO DIED ON DECEMBER 9, 1997. |
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YoungA Poem by TaliaI was young Not dumb I was new Not used I was bold Not old I was numb I was young |
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YouthA Poem by defterWhen a wave of sadness hits I just think about the things i missed Every single sunset i couldn't see Because i didn't feel like going out or didn'.. |
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Creamy SwipesA Poem by Satish VermaThe virgin moon and young lover |
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Elegy for a little girl, lost ...A Poem by Michael R. BurchElegy for a little girl, lostbyMichael R. Burch. . . qui laetificat juventutem meam . . .She was the joy of my youth,and now she is gone.. . . requies.. |
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She was the joy of my youth (Elegy)A Poem by Michael R. BurchShe was the joy of my youthbyMichael R. Burch. . . qui laetificat juventutem meam . . .She was the joy of my youth,and now she is gone.. . . requiesca.. |
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Update of "A Litany in Time of Plague"A Poem by Michael R. BurchUpdate of "A Litany in Time of Plague"by Michael R. BurchTHE PLAGUE has come againTo darken lives of menand women, girls and boys;Death proves their b.. |
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After The SunsetA Poem by Satish VermaNight was young. Shameless moon |
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Chapter 1A Chapter by M.W.RoseChapter 1 On a sunny windy afternoon, there was a 25 year old educated black woman named Charisse. She is getting ready to meet up with her friend. C.. |
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MarieA Poem by Ohio Junk ForceSelf love |
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My Scars Forever Remain OpenA Poem by Julie SkyesIts my first try. Feedback is appreciated. ( dont be too rude if you dislike it) |