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I wasn't ready for the fall

I wasn't ready for the fall

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


Autumn comes too soon. Every September, I climb the trees and I clutch the leaves by their stems; hold on tight. I'm not ready for the fa..
Ocean of Tears

Ocean of Tears

A Poem by The_Ancient_Rock


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Where there's a wolf

Where there's a wolf

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


Where there's a lamb,the wolves are never far.I hide within a carcass full ofmeat, so the wolves don't knowthat it's me, as they begintheir feast.I we..
The cruelest month

The cruelest month

A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..


Which is the cruelest month?Is it the one that buries the landunder a burning red; the month that calls itbeauty when it bares the trees and feedsoff ..
Battle Ground

Battle Ground

A Poem by Marcella


my mind is a battle ground scarred all over the creases of knowledge yet the surface smooth appears Illuminated by moonlight sharp needles min..