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DrowningA Poem by HopeElyseDo you see me?Can you hear me?I am right here!I am screaming and flailingFighting not to be consumed by the stormBarraged by waves of sorrowPockets fu.. |
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vietnam reflections 5A Book by BlackHillsgraphic descriptions of sights and sounds experienced during a period of violence and turmoil |
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It’s Complicated (Eulogy to Good Feelings)A Poem by Henry KroneThis poem marks a turning point for the speaker's emotions and the first piece of the third chapter. He reached a relative maximum high, and now every.. |
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Lost GirlA Poem by Henry KroneWell, I tried something a little bit different here. The questions mark my confusion as to how someone I once called a friend began ignoring me and de.. |
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Belly of Your SnakeA Poem by Hawaiian_fire-Belly of Your Snake-This body you inhabitthe wildernessto which I am lostfingersstained with ashesthe nailswhich bind our crossblood dirtiedimpassion.. |
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A Sorrowful FarewellA Poem by philapotamusCan't recapture time only slips away leading me to wonder do we cease the day? or do we fade away bright colors turn to gray promises grow bl.. |
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The FireA Story by BlackHillswhen the worst things happen to the best people |
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vietnam remembrance no. 18A Poem by BlackHillswe live our wars every daand every night and all the time between |
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Twilight to StarlightA Poem by Gage Robert MooreI wrote this poem while in a very deep depression. I had never felt that down before, and I decided to try to convey exactly how I felt on paper with .. |
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ContemplationA Poem by lildotA personal reflection on life, happiness, sadness, hate and kindness |
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[ Necromancer ]A Poem by Garathe DenAn introspective piece. |
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the hard places...A Poem by Sam Simmonsyoung men returnink from war as old men |
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The Compensatory Force of NemesisA Poem by Robert RonnowI’ve written enough small poetryto start a nuclear war.Do you want to die in trafficbehind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall.. |
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LostA Poem by NomadicChildThe fight with anxiety is tighten at night when the fools voice is loudest. |
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DreamA Poem by Ramsha GhofranShall we name the birch of the tree,That wrestles wind upon the moor,Given to it the birth of three,A strike to flee through the corridor.Let Death wa.. |
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