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MarvelA Poem by NoteworthyA poem on writing |
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A Bountiful HarvestA Poem by amomentforusDay stretched shadows over fields plowed in vain,letting weeds run rampant, like laughterslipping out everytimewe remembered the days,in the woods, or.. |
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Please NowA Poem by amomentforusAbsence fills my mo(u)rning.Just come back next time, okay? |
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A Memory of the FutureA Poem by amomentforusBright days like lucky love orlucky to be in lovewith you. Like the moon,in shadow, I will rest awhile.Days spent by the Seineor in the Sun, how lovel.. |
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Change its nameA Poem by amomentforusChange its name.Giving back to the livinga reason. To keep a promiseregardless of the pain.Words we never meant more,then when they were saidin vain |
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Stranger, SupermarketA Poem by amomentforusWorn in tattoosAn old man, before you found Youth.Laugh lines like scarsOf better times, in dark bars,and memory persistsa wasted wish,thinking it wil.. |
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Ehran (Aaron, but not to me)A Poem by amomentforusMy hair smells like cigarettes, but no worse than your fingers.The mattress on the floor squeaking every time you roll overand pull me closer.I don&rs.. |
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Sonnets and Villanelles and Cats on my DeskA Poem by Thomas W CaseCheck out my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgXtR-Z6G9s |
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Starting over is a liberationA Poem by KunstI tell myself this as I close my notebook tell myself I’m beautiful and worthy and other lies I struggle to believe because what is .. |
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Summer Breeze, A Taste of HomeA Poem by amomentforusSummer, a blinding light Diamonds reflected on the floor.There was never any rhythm to a song spoken out of fair lips,a broken kiss,or an excuse to .. |
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Life Sometimes and Life to SomeA Poem by amomentforusIt was a staircase to heaven. A never ending climb upwards, against gravity, against most odds and without promise of ever reaching the top. It was go.. |
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Evidence of the FloodA Poem by amomentforusRings stain the walls, at the height of our tearswe forgave and rememberedthe time. The small hand ticking backwards.Grazing our cheeks, lovingly. Lik.. |
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Spring AgainA Poem by amomentforusanother generation lostto a long winter, hopingto see spring again |
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