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Blind-FoldA Poem by Earl SchumackerA Quatrain poem on justice |
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MigranesA Poem by Jane MikaMy thoughts on the head aches I've been feeling lately. Of course, they rhyme... |
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A Divine beingA Poem by Maanya AroraSome godly person I knew |
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Who KnewA Poem by WritersBlock7Why does love cripple you ? |
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I missA Poem by Laura KateI miss the tingling of my fingersFrom being out in the cold too long,I miss the stinging warmth of my cheeksFrom excitement, and the adrenaline rush.I.. |
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L'enigmaA Poem by Haim KadmanA poem of confused pondering. |
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Somewhere I BelongA Story by Ahmed Namisa AlamVidel never felt love that caused her to ponder where she belongs. She has always been leftout. What would her life become if she arrived in a whole n.. |
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Where Credit is DueA Poem by Laura KateIt took a long timeto pull myself outfrom the shardsin which you left me - all the while you waited observing from afar to see when I’d be.. |
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Love that's no fun.A Poem by TamikaI haven't written anything in three years. I haven't felt the need to, I have been happy. However, I am starting to struggle in deciphering how I fe.. |
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If You Were Only HereA Poem by DannielleMechlingI have a friend of mine I wrote this for, we live a state away. |
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Uncertainty blanketA Poem by Laura KateTo not know yourself is among the worst feelings in the world. To feel that you aren’t welcome within yourself and don’t have a home .. |
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Things you do to meA Poem by TaliaA poem about the thin white line between friendship and relationship |
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Nightmare IIA Poem by LîfGwaethrakindoThis is a consequence of entrusting your soul to those who present themselves as that which your dreams desire the most. The young and premature ones .. |
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I Am BlankA Poem by KindredMeCall of a blank facade waiting for an identity |
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Need to knowA Story by BrendaHow do you feel about me?What am I to you?What do you feel when I look at you, when I sit next to you?Do we feel the same?I want to hear your thoughts.. |
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What to say? What to do?A Poem by afishWake up and smell the cauldron coming to the boil. |
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