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"Poetic Anatomy 101"

"Poetic Anatomy 101"

A Poem by PoeT4994


Just a poets take on anatomy. I was tryin to use the sickest contradictory imagery I could come up with. Just tryin to make you see the body in a wa..
Tiny feet

Tiny feet

A Poem by eleniel


A flutter of anticipation,a hush,a giggle.Paper wings and paper bows,satin ribbons and satin throws.Slowly, slowly, up, up it goes!Velvet curtain, glo..
the secrets of a regretful youth

the secrets of a regretful youth

A Poem by just take a breath


dear mamaim sorry i failed that testdear daddyim sorry i pushed you awaydear knifeim sorry i put you in my wristsdear drugsim sorry i overdoseddear fr..
Dancing in Summer Winds

Dancing in Summer Winds

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


Soft scenes consume our collective memories in the sweetest roar When the moon spills out its heart into what we feel
Night Enters With Curious Feet

Night Enters With Curious Feet

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


Love speaks to the ocean of hearts she has touched................
Feet

Feet

A Poem by Marie Harrison


A ten toed cinquain.
Detrimental Fetish

Detrimental Fetish

A Poem by JelliFyshKissUs


It's not who you love, but what you love...
In the Shadows of Wanting More

In the Shadows of Wanting More

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


A path to evening drops into life like a maze full of sin.
The Great Depression

The Great Depression

A Poem by Heather Clayton


dirty grimy jeans slipping offunwashed limp hair in my faceleg hair grown out so I can touch itunderarms stink, full of piss smellfeet cracked, wither..
Teardrops on the Feet of Strangers

Teardrops on the Feet of Strangers

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


the world kept rhythm on my self-esteem with the feet of strangers.
Cold feet,lack of sleep and McDonalds breakfast.

Cold feet,lack of sleep and McDonalds breakfast.

A Story by zoehambridge


I have realised even in the most dim cold and rainy situations when you are surrounded by good people you seem to smile. Last night a group of us went..
When the Stitches of Life Come Unglued

When the Stitches of Life Come Unglued

A Poem by Neva Flores Smith - Chang..


I look down at my feet and wonder if they even remember where they have run........

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