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Architect of fraseA Poem by Mrudula RaniInspired by Einstein Noodle's, A winter Poem. |
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LZDA Poem by PatrickPinkI love messing around with spacing in poem, a concept I took as far as I felt I could in this piece. |
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ExchangeA Poem by PatrickPinkSwapping belongings after a breakup is strange and awkward |
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Things Could Have Been DifferentA Poem by Ally AnnI am so thankful I am alive to notice moments that are pure happiness |
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Amongst the SilenceA Poem by Amanda TrerotolaThe cracklingof the fireplacesnaps in my earsas the fieryblazethaws my skincradling my worries,at lasteverythinggoessilent.It is the small things- a.. |
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AbyssA Poem by Andre Waters IIWhen there is love to be had, there is intimacy to be shared. Fall into the Abyss with your other half |
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CloudedA Poem by voxpersonaHaving difficulty in detaching from various kinds of negativity. |
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Gone in a FlashA Poem by AJ TheSnowManIs it to late for me? Drifting in this limbo Is this what I need? Dreaming of when I'll grow Is it safe to finally break free? .. |
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Nightmare of griefA Poem by John SoanesMy eyes do forty fitful winks at night, Whilst dreamload figures frenzy, flit and fall, Harsh Haunters breaking cover in brain-sight, And guiltless.. |
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Impatient HunterA Poem by FlameFiendA poem about an Impatient Hunter. |
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MistrustA Poem by PatrickPinkI do not trust old white men in positions of power |
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When I Was Her AgeA Poem by angryCactusI shouldn't be jealousof her.She has her whole life ahead of hers, and I have mine.We both have decades left to create ourselves.She is full of life a.. |
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SadisticA Poem by K.N. HerznerFor a mature audience. |
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DeathA Poem by FaithDeath It slips through your fingers Slowly, with stealth and cunning Hooks grabbing pain and anguish With anger trailing - despair Other tim.. |
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Encounters with MythsA Poem by PatrickPinkSome people that you meet manage to make a huge impact on your life and attitude in a small window of time. This poem is about one of those one-in-sev.. |
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Wave IA Poem by Evelyn TristaWashed ashore The odor, sneaked into those fingernails The sound of kissing surface, titanium white Bubbles waking me up, the mornig of march. .. |
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