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HINTS OF SPRINGA Poem by Marie50 year old poem about spring... |
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Dream WeaverA Chapter by HelenaDream Weaver I am the weaver of your nightly dreams The gypsy in your wandering soul Longing for paths to worlds unknown. ~ .. |
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Beach DelightsA Story by Mitali ShahCool breeze, wet sand, singing waves, shinning sky. |
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BoundlessA Poem by Yurie LeeI wrote this poem at 11:45 p.m. I say it's pretty good. I mean, I usually write better at night so~ Enjoy~ |
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The Cold Summer BreezeA Poem by Joshua W. HarrisJust another piece of poetry written in the throes of crises. When sad or angry, or consumed by helplessness, to write is to save one's soul. |
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Seeing Her NowA Poem by Alfred KukitzIntuitive reality |
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The cold outsideA Poem by Jesse PruettAbout being cold and alone. |
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Sweet BreezeA Poem by HelenaSweet BreezeWhisper to me some poempenned by my poet's gentle handhis lyrics formingthe very page ofsonnets sentimental songI hang on every lyri.. |
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Gunwale Shades In The BreezeA Poem by GeorgiosAn Iambic tetrameter verse. |
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The GiftA Poem by violaFor the last year I have been living in Guyana, South America teaching music. It is very hot and few places have air-conditioning. I never understood.. |
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IntentionA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereThe evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding. Al.. |
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THE BREEZE AND THE MANA Story by Peter RogersonWe celebrate birthdays, so why not deathdays? |
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A spring day: A taste of your kissA Poem by Lindsey GraceA free verse poem of the day you found your way back into my head. |
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I, Wilobee, there. (Willow Bee)A Story by TeanpaYou are the wind. Stopping, but never staying. Coming, but always going. Wrecking, but never checking. |
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AftershaveA Story by haydengt63A memory of someone that came on a breeze. |
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Love HateA Poem by Chirag KumarHate might seemto supersede love,but it can never desecrate its flames.Love is fire,while hate is just a passing breeze.Such winds might knock the fir.. |
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