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HurricaneA Poem by Jsmcxonnell99A quick write about loving with anxiety |
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Youth VerseA Poem by Courtney M WatsonI wish you a life much better |
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The Turn of ThirteenA Poem by Meg Crafti wish i could’ve met you soonerlanky arms and legsproportions not quite therewith frizzy hair and crooked teethonly just turned thirteenwe&rsqu.. |
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Almost 40A Poem by Troy HensonThey say life begins at 40....well? |
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Spring Time YoungA Poem by LeiWaking up to the charming sound of birds chirping to their young. Spring is the most recognized sign that life goes on and good things will always tra.. |
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Happily Ever AfterA Poem by ayejodieMarriage |
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HometownA Poem by ayejodieOld town,You welcomed meWith open arms,Would you believe.I changed for good,Or so i thought.I went in deep,Friendship I sought.Drunken NightsGrew our .. |
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Stage GirlA Poem by ayejodieI stood there,Up on stage, In my red dress.I glowed against the lights,So intense they almost pierced through.As I waited to begin,I watched the crowd.. |
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the way i hear the silenceA Poem by 🙂there is something about the way i hear the silence i heard you of course i did but not really i choose to listen to the silence now .. |
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Bed Of NailsA Poem by WriteytightyMy bed is made of nailsThere are thorns in my socksI move slowly as snailsBut it never seems to stopI grind my teeth to dustAnd close my eyes in fearB.. |
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In My HeadA Poem by WriteytightyA writer faces demons beyond imaginationMonsters living only for aggressionWoman and children avert their eyes upon its passingMothers whisper words o.. |
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"The struggle of an English Anorak"A Poem by KiddoHow much milk should I add to the proper cuppa tea? Is the question that wanders everywhere with me. Am I properly pronouncing the word &bdquo.. |
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''I might not be as immature as you think''A Poem by KiddoThe fact that you don't understand what the artist wants to express doesn't mean that the artist is wrong. All it means is that you still have .. |
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Blood Ridden: BittenA Book by Ryan GirardI didn't want to be such a freak at the time, but I didn't want to be me either. I wanted a purpose. A cause. Something to help or do. Destiny dropped.. |
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ExistenceA Story by Namrata NandagopalThough it may seem that the troubles of young children are not so much a speck as compared to those of adults, I say we should think again. Even an el.. |
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So Many Years...A Poem by David Lewis PagetSo many years have passed us by,So many great events,Sometimes I smile, or sit and cryAt some of the incidents.Those were the days when we were youngA.. |
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