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Submerged anger.A Story by SilentVersesA childhood of anger veiled beneath the silent whispers of a broken angel. |
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MykeltiA Poem by Penulis KecilFor the Poetry Prompt contest: required mention of the following words - "fire", "lips", "rainbows", "orb", and "angel". |
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What If...?A Poem by ~ Czarina Iris ~What if these questions go on unanswered? What will become of me then? What will I do if I don't know where to turn? What will I do when I reach the e.. |
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Voyage to the DepthA Poem by Adam M. SnowWoe unto us, one of many, Yet was not the foe-of any- Unto us the storm crashing tides, But to sail on, voyage to the depth. I envy Seas, whereon we r.. |
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Glimpse in Another Man's ReflectionA Poem by Adam M. SnowI woke myself in another man's life. Reflection shown was I yet not I, A glimpse of my lone self strife. My timely age shows me to die. |
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The Day an Angel fell.A Story by Alice SummersThe chapter I'm presenting now, wasn't written as an adult thinking back on his childhood, but rather a 8 year old child looking into the mind of anot.. |
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Savannah, Within A MonthA Poem by Elephants & CoyotesOnce, when my curls still tickled, only the tops of my ears,Mum quietly ironed my daddy's pants - he ate his cold grits and eggs.She thought I didn't .. |
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Then, I Saw It All Was, Clearly, A Mess -A Poem by Elephants & CoyotesClue 2/3 for "Nails Hairier than Hair." |
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Lover. Love and hate.A Poem by Cheavel DeLunaBruisedknees.You were so young then.Heavey balloons tied to your hand.Carry your head high.It's broken china dishes.It's mistakes that make you older... |
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Dreaming of My Eternal Humble Abode Beyond this Wo..A Poem by Adam M. SnowI close my eyes and vision a world in its pass, Only I could see of its eternal mass: Of the wind sparkling with gold, As if a story unfold- Of my fan.. |
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When I was Four.A Poem by Siena - Silent Awakenings..The imagination you have when you're four. |
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MasqueradeA Poem by Adam M. SnowHiding our faces, we choose who we are; living the lies, stricken so far. We know not of what is to come- a lowly burn from a shallow numb. |
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Faggott!A Poem by Thomas FitzgeraldA look at the turmoil of my life and the experiences shared by many of this once minority! The struggle is on going, however I think tides have been t.. |
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As the Crows GatheredA Poem by Adam M. SnowSurrounded by bodies of murder the flocking and squawk arose. Score of many rows on girder feast of death drew the crows. |
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