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A Winter painting.A Poem by Ken Simm.Walking home when Mountains fade like music into a distance. Edged blue and summit burned. Watching all the sharpness of life in frozen gl.. |
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AdaptationA Story by DylanAdapting is an important aspect to understand and take part of while growing up, but also during everyday life. Ma.. |
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numbA Poem by Alienheat went out in my apartment, while this is mostly an aesthetic/ imagery thing, I spent the night in a below zero kitchen trying to glean warmth from.. |
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ColdA Story by LonelyWandererI want you by me. Now. Always. He whispered, as she looked away at a distance - too detached to agree, too confused to disagree. The night was.. |
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Under Sarcastic StarsA Story by #BePositiveWriteNowA mans journey through the cold wilderness, battling the elements and death, ends with a startling discovery. |
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MidnightA Story by A.C. JonesA young single mom struggles with trials going on her life and hopes for encouragement |
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FrostyA Poem by Jeremy MifsudWinter cold is here, the curse has reawakened for another season.My hands are icy white, colder than a psychopath’s heart.I touch your face to c.. |
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February AirA Poem by NerdGirlFebruary AirOn the cool winter day,it's better just to stay.Just sit by the fire,and take in it's warmth.Stare at the flames,as they glow and spark.Ju.. |
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California WinterA Poem by kierA short little poem about winter in a place that is warm. |
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Tar Creek Runs RedA Poem by Sarah RoehrigBallad about the environmental and social impact of coal mining in general, but specifically influenced by Picher Oklahoma and America's worst environ.. |
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Falling from AfarA Poem by literaturelovra little something I wrote from my deeper thoughts on falling for someone from afar |
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The Wind Never BlewA Poem by JamesJust some thoughts on a cold night when I couldn't sleep. |
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The ColdA Poem by IrisThe Cold is a poem of being under the influence of drugs or alcohol. "The cold" is drug or alcohol. When having faith in God everything is possible. |
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The ColdA Poem by mtmShe said "goodbye" when the leaves were fewThe trees are bare nowSkeletons of what they were beforeAll their pieces on the ground blown awayNever to b.. |
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The ButcherA Poem by maryaeiranimthriller? |
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Rain CycleA Poem by Ditziie CarolA short free-verse poem about rain, which is basically my favorite thing in the world, being all metaphoric and s**t, so yeah..enjoy :) or not. Please.. |
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