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The Flower I Left BehindA Poem by Graysin AngelThis is a death melody. |
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Thorns and MemoriesA Poem by Chained PotentialHow is it that I despair at having felt happiness? For a brief moment you caressed my life with a velvet touch and subtle scent, a rose blooming from .. |
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ThornA Poem by Dark Heart of Winteri am the thorn in your heart |
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changeA Poem by Fey FrostFrom ice we are born From coldness we come A plant growing it's first thorns It grows a few buds and then some Slowly our glaciers start to fade .. |
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Planting The SeedA Story by Bishop R. Joseph OwlesTwo parables are rattling around in my brain today: The first is the Parable of the Sower. (Matthew 13:3-9; Luke 8:5-8; Mark 4:3-8). In this parabl.. |
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We Like TreesA Poem by Robert RonnowWe like trees.Rocks. Crows.Trees are good.Shade. Food. Wood.If they leave,we'll leave, too.Snow. How comesome there, none here.Sun can killor be fun.G.. |
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InfestationA Poem by Robert RonnowFull of doubt. About survival of the species and my own.A plague of tent caterpillars, worse than an infestation,an insurgency that has left the sky n.. |
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The Spawn of WarA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe met his Dad for the first time when His father came marching home, After the war to end all wars From London through to Rome. H.. |
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Ice Cream Truck - RosexNear, ThornxAlternate - Dea..A Story by RokatsuOld story meh |
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A Long TimeA Poem by Z.For a long time I've known the agonizing prick of the thorn, but all I could do is to endure, and fight the urge to believe it's the end. .. |
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Good Without Bad?A Poem by Annie VincentWould you love light if you didn't know darkness?What's paradise if this world is sinless?For even angels were made to rebel,Why yearn Heaven with no .. |
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As Roses BloomA Poem by Michael R. BurchRoses for a Lover, IdealizedbyMichael R. BurchWhen you have become to meas roses bloom, in memory,exquisite, each sharp thorn forgot,will I recallR.. |
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The Winter Rose and LilacA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Winter Rose and LilacbyMichael R. Burchafter William BlakeThe rose of love's bright promiselies torn by her own thorn;her scent was sweetbut at he.. |
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Roses and LilacsA Poem by Michael R. BurchWinterby Michael R. BurchThe rose of love's bright promiselies torn by her own thorn;her scent was sweetbut at her feetthe pallid aphids mourn.The lil.. |
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