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UntouchedA Poem by briMy body screamed your name,but you couldn’t heara thing.Goosebumps when you touch my skin,every inch of my bodylearned to crave youand only you... |
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DecrescendoA Poem by briTired voices fill the airleaving buildings, restaurants, taxi cabsGlaring at the orange-yellow streaksas they collide above-colors dancing,telling the.. |
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The Inner ChildA Poem by briSometimes, I close my eyesand see a little girl.So innocent and pure,helpless and cluelessall at once.As I walk through this life,some days I hear her.. |
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What She Does To JohnA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis lune poem is about what one person does to get another excited about a certain subject. |
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Feel meA Poem by hypochondrita. |
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Romanticizing RedA Poem by The Things She NotedRed eyesBut not romanticNot the showings of a sleep deprived womanWhat was she thinking aboutWhat kept her upRed from rubbingAnd pullingAnd wipingRed .. |
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Mourning AnnouncementsA Poem by The Things She NotedFirst periodA busy dayWe file in like soldiersOn the teenage defenceTucked behind my deskPeeling at the paintSpeaker squeaksThen hissesRingsA low voic.. |
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24 and There's so Much MoreA Poem by The Things She NotedThe first writing of my 24th year |
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Lazy is a ChoiceA Poem by icaros13- |
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What to FeelA Poem by OmikronWhat to feelWhen the fire demands rage,and the rage is quenched.When the water demands a sacrifice,and no one is willing.When my very essence demands .. |
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ShushA Poem by hypochondrita. |
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By This Sultry TeaseA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerOne guy is using this tanka poem to describe what a woman has done right in front of him. |
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I’d Die Without YouA Poem by Anayayour name isn't sammy, for it's our only disguise. you don't even know I write about you. You'll never see this love |
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Broken EssenceA Poem by Anayaall you see is my pretty face, until you unwrap me.. |
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Trapped in the selfish woman words.A Poem by LCat80starOkay, I am open to anything. Challenge my mind please. I read this and realised this is going to unleash a storm . Be it sceptics or what not. I am j.. |
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Aggravated AgingA Poem by The Things She NotedMy fear of growing old consumes my waking thoughts The white of the sun cream seeping into my skin Have my pores become bigger? The wide brimmed.. |
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