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Chicago and BreadsticksA Poem by hannahspelledbackwardsSitting next to you is like breathing in the fresh ocean air as the waves kiss the Downtown Chicago shore.It's like coming home after a long while and.. |
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Broken ButterfliesA Poem by Speak in Silence |
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Amomyrtus AlmightyA Poem by TitusDescribes the plant named, and a series of which is hoped alphabetically, I'll be able to publish one day. |
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Always ForwardA Story by Ian FarawayI'm standing in the rain at a fork in the road. Well, maybe if that fork had hundreds of extensions. There's too many ways to go and no way to decide.. |
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How Many AuthorsA Poem by TylerHow many authors,Unearthly meticulous,Have left us symbols in scarves; or, say,Surreptitiously submerged in salad dressing,The idea of the priest conf.. |
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Cycle of My LifeA Poem by Ian FarawayThere are dark clouds at my feetLaughing at my past defeatsAnd saying my misery tastes bitter sweetBut I, myself, am a surpriseWhen I feel something s.. |
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poem: Maps of Distant ShoresA Chapter by Marie Anzalonepondering |
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IV. Czech Republic & V. SlovakiaA Poem by Dana AlsamsamFrom my series "World Vision" in which I address a poem to every destination I've visited. Seemed appropriate to address these two together. |
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semitam desperatioA Poem by JattaMetaphorical piece on depression. Some latin words. (I'll be honest, I used google translate) |
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She Leaves AshA Poem by Pure HopeInspired by the phrase "she's a volcano" (requirement- in 79 words or less) |
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Does anyone even care at all?A Poem by SamanthaI know this isn't great, but it sort of popped into my head one night... Enjoy. |
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(Work of Art)A Poem by Sofia~Written for somebody in my life |
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UnravelingA Poem by R.M.W.Break me, pull me apart. |
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i would have died, had i not been namedA Poem by blueviolini am dusk my belly is full of shadows and silhouettes that tremble when i laugh come sit with me near the mountain never climbed there we.. |
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our voices will be landmarksA Poem by blueviolinbrevity, vignettes |
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when i wake at 3amA Poem by blueviolini. when i wake at 3am i listen as the heavy parts of my dreams slip through the cracks in my memory and pool in a place God visits on occ.. |
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burdenA Poem by blueviolinwhen i was born i couldn't breathe right, and no machine could fix it. so i held my breath where the wind couldn't find it and promised it w.. |
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The RoadA Poem by Ian FarawayA metaphoric poem over past present and future |
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