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Fitting piecesA Poem by ArhysIt's a first for me to write poetry and I don't write much so reviews and you're thoughts would be very welcome! |
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Decade of nostalgiaA Poem by Gerry LegisterWe found a brand new world with the innocence of love, loitering with good intent |
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Six Word Memoirs/StoriesA Poem by Angela SparksI wrote these in English class:) my teacher loved them. I wanted more opinions though |
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East Harlem to the Grand TetonsA Poem by Robert RonnowNo words, oily body sweats, city summer.Desperate to get out and never return althoughstalled on Triborough Bridge I admired the skyline.My city, my d.. |
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Of Mountains and Men - A Collab. With Einstein Noo..A Poem by ZahraYou live only once |
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Growing old togetherA Poem by Gerry LegisterThe spirit is willing to do lots of interesting exploits, but the flesh is weak, unable to take on all the imagery of adventures. |
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ProdigyA Book by Donald PetersThe accidental awakening of Jacob's powers has caused him to leave behind everything he ever cared about. Now he must fight for his life while he stru.. |
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Years To WearA Poem by J. QuinzelleFrom reflections I come to terms to my life and past. I look at who I want to be, how to avoid my years, and how I present myself. This is also a s.. |
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Portrait of the Poet as a Not So Young ManA Poem by Tomás Ó C&a..Pondering getting older, in melancholy mood, while looking at a charcoal portrait a street artists drew... |
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Swordsman's TaleA Book by MidooTheGreatThe tale of a feline swordsman, seeking fame and adventure. |
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PROPHECY COMES TRUEA Chapter by MidooTheGreathere it begins |
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DandelionA Poem by Clara KevieYou are a flowerSuspended in its peak,Beautiful for all to see.You can't changeHow beautiful you are,Nor can you see yourselfThe way others see you&he.. |
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BEHOLD THE SCORCHING SUNA Chapter by MidooTheGreatthey go to the desert next |
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TimeA Poem by Dhrit KhonaA poem I wrote! |
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The Old manA Poem by JohannaWrote this in class today.. I know, but you cant control these things. |
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CONFESSIONS OF A VICTORIAN MAIDA Story by Peter RogersonA first-person account of the kind of life some young women had to suffer in times past and still do suffer in parts of the world. |
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As a child I was fearlessA Poem by Elizabeth KilbrideAs a child I was fearless: nothing scared me but now it is nothing that scares me most of all. For w.. |
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Old Wooden BoatsA Poem by Cris RoleyLet’s go to the docks where the wooden boats restWith fine-aged grooves that wrinkle their fleshA quiet and hollow creek to their breathAnd in w.. |
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