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blue corpusA Poem by Arnoldo Garciaode to a body of the color blues. |
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Steel BlueA Story by Tom RouseThe effect of "The Blues" on our daily lives. |
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You Might Find A HighwayA Poem by Healing StarThis is a Blues Song that came to me today, listening to the Blues. |
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Poetic MusicA Poem by Dai EdenburoughI wrote this while listening to a bunch of bluesy/sad songs |
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KHAN'S BLUESA Poem by kublakhan2701 27 14 |
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Scavengers, us all.A Poem by DonDuquetteThe sizzle of a matchstick, like the sound of a kill.Brings scavengers hoping for the scraps of your thrill.Your breath is still stained with that cig.. |
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Just Passed HeavenA Poem by DonDuquetteDown at the bottom where the darkness sleeps,there's wayward souls and they're reaching for me.Beneath the surface where the Devil reigns,he's eying m.. |
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SaxtinaA Poem by Eric PudalovThis is a sestina, loosely inspired by New Orleans and its music. |
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Blistered Bruise and Bad BluesA Poem by L4rn13I smoke to feel dead inside, Closest to home and feeling alive |
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12. insomniac bluesA Chapter by Jordan Williamsdrift in, drift out, give in without a fightopen arms closed when hoping starts to end in sightshort term memories, stored blurred sensory, perception.. |
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No Sneaking RoundA Poem by IronbuttBlues song about hard working, hard loving. |
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Billie Holiday!A Poem by Arnoldo Garciaa poem to remember Billie Holiday on her birthday, April 7. Day seven of poetry month 21014. |
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When I die | day nine poetry monthA Poem by Arnoldo GarciaThis is white humor poem about dying. |
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I am closing in on the predatorA Poem by Arnoldo GarciaThe inter-relationships of bodies, land, violence & love to become human again. |
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An Inner DisjunctionA Poem by peculiar-Recurring melancholy- Please disregard the type of writing, as there are limited options and this is prose not poetry! It is intended to be more of .. |
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Golondrinagrafía | 2 de mayo | may 2A Poem by Arnoldo GarciaI call on swallows to aid a woman in distress. |
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Another Sad DayA Poem by TimarleyOn the verge... All the things I couldn't say, felt them quietly, knowing that absolutely nothing is going to change. (False hope) can be such a brut.. |
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