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i just want to know what you’re thinkingA Poem by Wendy GraceI just want to know what you’re thinking. How you feel every time we say goodbye Every time I leave a room Enter it Capture your eye .. |
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The Call to WisdomA Poem by ZachHollow knocking,Skies that blur,Calling for your attention,Time to wake up.A strange sense of peace upon you,Where is your place in history?Assess you.. |
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POET’S CHAIN REACTIONA Poem by anthony blakeFright into Writing Understanding |
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NothingA Poem by A.RitmanDay after day,thoughts after thoughts.No matter the questions,one always circles in the depth of my mind.Will I ever be good enough?No,that's the answ.. |
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FearsA Poem by A.RitmanAfraid that you're gonna leave me,like a leaf from a tree.You say you won't.But,so have the people in the past.I hope we won't fall apart,We better no.. |
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UnusualA Poem by A.RitmanBeing happy and tingly,this feeling has become unnatural to me.Feeling loved,feeling worth it,feeling cared for and wanted.All unusual to me.Smiling l.. |
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I think I was born to celebrate youA Poem by Leviarifree verse poem |
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white noiseA Poem by Charlotte e.e. Griffithswhite noise - Charlotte Griffithsthe gland in my own arm swellsuntil it is almost the size of a golf ball, therain falls and autumn kicks slowlyinto c.. |
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addictionA Poem by GabijaWatching you washing your bodyIs like licking the most tasty lolipop -Every touch is full of sugarAnd I'm addicted to that. |
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AS THE POETRY TURNSA Poem by anthony blakeWELCOME TO CENTER STAGE ANY POET |
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SailorA Poem by Laura KateIt was the quietest of mornings.I didn't hear a single human voice -just the comings and goings of engine humsand the hustle of hurried footsteps.But .. |
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A Plethora of worldsA Poem by AnoudQ"Among the bones,the ashes,and the unsteady spine;within the skin that engulfs them all;a world maybe,or a plethora of them;I cannot fathomand never w.. |
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100onehundredA Poem by TerraI wrote this in 2005. I was once of the first things I wrote and typed out, having usually written and sketched things out in notebooks. I was 18, and.. |
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consistently cruelA Poem by Charlotte e.e. GriffithsPOEM - Charlotte Griffiths - consistently cruelthere's not a lot to find when youstop looking. i think youwanted me to convince you isaw only reason t.. |
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