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VoyeurA Poem by LilacVoyeur You like to watch - thin fabric pulled aside As the long red fingernail Slips along the edge Pink and warm Sleek with juices Finger.. |
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Vee AimA Poem by Debby PillitteriA barricade into a lost nightFamous paintings burningA music list of modern soulHer hands get colderAnd as her heart freezes,The townspeople wonderAre.. |
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Coffee Mixed PerfumeA Story by ArchiaAll he can do is hand over that magazine. |
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Stand StillA Poem by KatI once wrote a storyWhere a girl had lost her lifeThe world kept spinningWhile she stood stillWatchingI didn't understand until nowThat I was the girl.. |
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WatchingA Poem by tessa victoriaWatching. She tries to not stare. She ends up looking down, Like she just did an embarrassing dare. She ends up not remembering .. |
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scene from my windowA Poem by Christopher Withersrainfall paints the car park with a darker hue, givingdepth to its once flat surface, so that headlightsdrill down and refract, in its now mirrored fa.. |
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MargoA Poem by Courtney RoseFor my great grandma I'm sorry I didn't visit enough |
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EnemiesA Poem by Robert RonnowI cultivated at least two enemies yesterdaythe enemies I wantedI wanted them to be angry instead of memy attitude being I don't care I'll do as I plea.. |
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SomethingA Poem by Robert RonnowSomething created. Does the creator think aheador spill a storm. Rain happens. We supply thereasons. Evaporation of water collecting overhuge expanses.. |
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I AmA Poem by YarunikaI am the grass that grows in the crack, I am the crick in the workman's back, I am the air, cold and clear, I am the passing car you can no lon.. |
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Young and AfraidA Poem by BrittanyThis poem is about the abuse that I suffered as a child. |
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The Wind BlowsA Poem by K. BarriosIf you have not read Their Eyes Were Watching God then this poem will not make sense at all. This poem describes Janie's journey through her loss of T.. |
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Three days watching the Osprey.A Poem by Ken Simm.A fourth letter to a far away lover. |
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Man in the MallA Poem by Andrew ColwynA short piece I wrote as part of a writing course in school. Almost half stream of consciousness, not something I usually do. |
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