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We've survived being aliveA Poem by NoxsieWarm windThis fun childhood quickly fadesTo twilight streets in a sepia toneWhilst my one-time-home, washed in dawn rainStands alone.Victories and bre.. |
Ode to a RoseA Poem by JordanToying with words. |
Ivy MoonA Story by Sophie McNI clumsily stumbled off the train into the frosty, crispy air of Glasgow Central Station after my gruelling nightshift. My feet ached, my eyes w.. |
Power of KnowledgeA Poem by RavenWellsThe secret to eternal youth lies in education For the hearts of the young and learned are the same. Filled with wonder Void of hate touched by lo.. |
Ivy Moon (Improved)A Story by Sophie McNI clumsily stumbled off the train into the frosty, crispy air of Glasgow Central Station after my gruelling nightshift. My feet ached, my eyes w.. |
Just look at usA Poem by L.F. RoyalWe are CrudeWe are QuickWe SenseHow fast we've risenor maybe we don'tWe are New WorldWe are MetalBeat out of WoodWe are TallNot QuaintWe are fresh sou.. |
Gray-Haired HodownA Poem by furticussaw this at a reggae concert |
A Diligent DawnA Poem by FrecklewoodShards of a broken wine goblet Drift on the surface of withering waves Dawn dethrones the waning night Saffroned fingers arouse a day .. |
ValuesA Poem by gabiaimeeThe inability of the human mind to even comprehend mortality and the value of time. |
Un-Priveleged Aging AmericansA Stage Play by viewBistroThe fact that people of all ages can be considered privileged on some dimensions and disadvantaged in others is a testament to the unique journey into.. |
everlastingA Poem by felionessAbout the realization of the callowness of youth and the regrets of love lost in the rush of living. |
Grandfather MineA Poem by felionessAn ode to Papa. |
maturation of the fleshA Poem by felionessAbout aging... |
egos sumA Poem by Christopher Withersthe creases worn upon my hands -stretch back,run the course of lifetime past,others shaped as they shape meandcontra to erosions role,the lines, they .. |
Life's Ladder LongA Poem by HaikaAbout the different stages of life we go through- the circle of life as it were. |
The Sad Tale of Thaddeus JonesA Poem by PloughBoyBe careful who you sell your soul to... |
Becoming InvisibleA Poem by taittemsa poem about the effects of abuse on self-esteem and body image |