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DelicatessenA Poem by W. Birgand-CampsHere were are at 12 O Clock Within the Delicatessen serving bread and cheese and wine and meat of all kinds Here in the stony town, always .. |
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The Painter CapturedA Poem by KenazHeavy Handed |
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I Dream in ColorA Poem by DaydreamerMillions of Petals,in every hueSwirling,Scattering,in the windAnxiously awaiting,To arrive.Hungry for sunlightThirst quenchedBy waterless rainDelicate.. |
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WinterTideA Poem by Loven EpicWinter |
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FilterA Poem by Eric PudalovA visualization of the artistic/inspiration process. |
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On my best friend's couch looking toward the kitch..A Poem by Brooke FaulknerDirectly under the kitchen light in the window all is illuminated bright in fluorescent tinged color. The further out from the bulb the eye travels th.. |
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If Only The Paintbrush Could TalkA Poem by UneekColors flew from my brain & suicided onto the fresh canvas... ( Clean - Naked - Ready to be used ) so I eagerly transformed it into an Express.. |
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What Does Pink Taste Like?A Poem by kera moondustDone off the prompt write about a color. lol |
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Signs of WinterA Poem by Graysin AngelA tribute to the season. |
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Dead Man.A Story by NsidiousWritingA very short story that I wrote when I felt this overwhelming urge to write. |
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Stranger on a BusA Poem by Maddi SnowdenSomeone on an empty bus once asked mewhat my favorite color was.I think they were trying to startsmall talk but all I could thinkabout was every night.. |
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Today, I think I want to dieA Poem by Zoe Elise RamosKnees to chest at the heart of musing grotto larvate in dregs like a neotrogla pest with body strict siphoned mecca sprays abstract nihility sti.. |
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Golondrinagrafía | 2 de mayo | may 2A Poem by Arnoldo GarciaI call on swallows to aid a woman in distress. |
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The Problem of Describing ColorA Poem by JulietteThe Problem of Describing Color If I said- remembering, Papa’s backyard at sunset, highlighting the g.. |
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PerennialA Poem by Wild Willow BlueThere's a deeper shade of green in my eyes... |
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Blood Red, Pinkish and CrimsonA Poem by AbhigyanMy Favorite color is Blood Red, and that belongs to her.......... |
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It Started with The Color, WHITEA Story by IgnizaWhen we are born, the color we saw and it started with the color, WHITE. Everything you see is crystal clear and innocent.You never can tell what is g.. |
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