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TeacherA Poem by SwethaA teacher is a second mother To me, she's better than any other A teacher should be caring, thoughtful, and kind When I mess up, she shouldn't mind.. |
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The art of living in the momentA Poem by mendedwordsIf steps could have been quiet, Or at least taken a bit slow, These memories would have Been remembered in the past. Early mornings, late.. |
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Sunday morning retrospectivesA Chapter by Lyn Andersonthoughts on a drizzly day |
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FartherA Poem by gabiaimee"With cars and trains and planes, you can traverse the Earth, but with a book in your hand you can travel a million times farther." |
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Blink of an eyeA Story by Thisguy15Sometimes reality is nothing more than a dream that we try to recreate into what we want it to be. Sometimes, we just get majorly screwed over, this i.. |
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Rhythms!A Poem by Sagar WaingankarRhythms is a set of poems from a young poet, Sagar Waingankar. These poems are open for all age groups as they narrate & elaborate ideas, perspective,.. |
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Untitled #2A Poem by AidanLetting go as a parting of glass, or a shattering of the soul. The pieces will rest where they fell, and all seems lost. But, from the destructi.. |
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METRONOMEA Poem by PoetryofProvidenceIt ticks , ticks , ticks like a clock I am nine and I knowit demands something but what ? am I suppose to rush to do ?It sits on the piano an.. |
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NeuroTypicalA Poem by JHopeA Prose describing the feeling of hiding in another skin and finally coming to accept that feeling is a part of yourself. |
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The Idea of Living Two LifetimesA Story by Cat JeA child's life is over, metaphorically speaking, at around the age of 25. First lifetime. An adult's life begins at age 25. Second lifetime. |
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Dear MeA Poem by MusicManiacIn which I write to my thirteen-year-old self. |
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KarmaA Poem by A.J. ThompsonBridges burning in the flames of furyExtinguished only when forgiveness winsOr when the breeze of lifeBlows the embers of charred lumberIn the path th.. |
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One LifeA Chapter by Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)We have only one |
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Troy and TrinityA Poem by Robert RonnowLearning disabled, hopelessly unemployedTroy can't write the address for his next interview.Warehouse stock, 331 Tiffany Street, in the Bronx.His girl.. |
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