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Our kindA Poem by Laura KateNear every field down every road through every gate in every home are one of the same yet different in kind; a living body with a restless mind.. |
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A List For A Life Most Lived - (didactic)A Poem by Earl SchumackerA "List" poem and "Didactic" poem hopefully delightful |
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Empty pillowsA Poem by Laura KateWhen I came home that eveningand went into my roomI felt I could have criedbecause I had forgottenjust how muchmy very own bedsheetsremind meof you |
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An Independent Woman of GraceA Poem by Sneha WassanI wish i could go back in time, To see that smile unalloyed, about the moments you shared for the first time i was held, In the arms immensely ar.. |
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See meA Poem by Laura KateI like to take them to the places you took mebecause I can still see you standing at that barI noticed the back of your neckbefore anything elseand so.. |
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Where Have I Gone?A Poem by Molko'sWhispersI don't even know what part of me this came from. |
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NightmaresA Poem by Molko'sWhispersA double senryu about what plagues me at night. |
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DANCING WITH THE SEAA Poem by Paradoxical VistaA poem about a man watching his love dancing with the sea on the beach. |
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SHE CARRIES LIFEA Poem by Paradoxical VistaThe weakness of man next to a woman. |
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Time never savouredA Poem by SherriffLost time, lost motivation, lost hope, lost me |
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What's it all about?A Poem by Laura KateI often wonderwhat's it all about?Does anybody know?I often think aboutpeople who have passed before us did they get to find out? will we?I often .. |
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Beltane SongA Poem by LE BerryApril 30th is the beginning of the Celtic Time of Light known as Beltane |
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ComaA Poem by NebulaI’ve just woken upThe president has changedMy husband remarriedMy daughter is deadI’ve just woken upThe world has changedMy body has chang.. |
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Saving YouA Poem by AiHI try so hard to free you from yourself inflicted chains but I can’t free someone whose intoxicated with the fall I want to save you from that .. |
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Broken VasesA Poem by Laura KateIf I was the vasetransparent and bold,you were the water;fresh, clean and coldYou filled me upright up to the brim,accused me of not lovingwhen I coul.. |
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The Death of My AngerA Poem by Ally AnnA death from deep in my chest |
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