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The DragonA Poem by Ronald K. ReddoutDescribes the fearsome side of the dragon. |
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The EyeA Poem by Ghostgirl333A broken man Surrounded yet alone Clawing, Desperate, At the fringes of sanity The strands of which whip Billow Swarm into chaos But through t.. |
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This Minute is AllA Poem by Louisa ChanA peaceful scene after a rainstorm |
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Hunger for a LullabyA Poem by B. StearnsHope for peace of mind. |
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SettlementA Poem by Andrew JohnFreeverse |
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SlacktideA Poem by HumanNaturePoetIf even the great ocean takes a pause between the busyness of tides, so should I in the busyness of my days. (This poem is part of a poetography piece.. |
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1 - The House at MedviaA Chapter by TertiaChapter 1 The House at Medvia The high front door of the house at Medvia dominated the cobbled square it faced. Its sash windows on i.. |
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The House at MedviaA Book by TertiaThe House at Medvia was a halfway house between war and peace, between fight and flight, between love and loss. |
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2 - Twilight DashA Chapter by TertiaChapter 2 Twilight Dash It was nine thirty-five and I felt suffocated from the cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the air above. I got out of bed.. |
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3 - Scraping the SkyA Chapter by TertiaChapter 3 Scraping the Sky We scurried out of the side door, ran through the slippery mulch of sycamore leaves and skipped across the wet cobbled .. |
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4 - Sophie OnionA Chapter by TertiaChapter 4 Sophie Onion Through a gap in a line of high swaying poplars, Sophie caught a glimpse of the great mountain of Taragas. Its slopes and s.. |
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Turning Over A New LeafA Poem by AnayaThis is different from my norm. This week has been good to me, the most i've felt like myself in a long long time. I hope to spread the positive energ.. |
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5 - The PassA Chapter by TertiaChapter 5 The Pass The air was different in the mountains, it was lighter and fresher, you felt like you were breathing yourself clean, I felt all.. |
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Free Like the BreezeA Poem by Ann OutlawA short poem about slowing down. |
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InsouciantA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellAll paths are sacred, each shadow for good, absolution is a psalm in my hand. |
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Moments That I Love The MostA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThese are the moments that I love the most when the floating mist clothes the quiet morn. |
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PosiemomA Poem by AiRWho is God, where is God, what is God? This question is in our headWe pray to God, we go to a templeBut ultimately, we are deadWe fold our hands and p.. |
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