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Fly, Fly, FlyA Poem by Isaiah Akantere Asangalis..An ode to all beings and innovations airy and flyy... |
Our AgeA Poem by Ben SainiSomething relating to days gone by in an attempt to fuel nostalgia amongst generational spirits among us... |
The Nightingale's LamentA Poem by AnaThis poem is about a poet who watches a nightingale looking for it's food, a morpho butterfly. But in the end it returns, saddened because it didn't g.. |
I Be I Who Am ItA Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..Philosophical thoughts as to the factual identity of that anonymous author of Existence and Creation, and that without the diseased plague known as th.. |
Protesting A Symbol Of ProtestA Poem by Ronald K. ReddoutMy feelings regarding a past Supreme Court decision that allowed the burning of the American Flag, Old Glory, to be protected under Freedom of Speech. |
Ballad Of A Vietnam SoldierA Poem by Ronald K. ReddoutA story about how the lives of soldiers are changed by wars in which they serve. |
Beware!A Poem by Kay Salisu Titilola.... |
MuktiA Poem by AiRMukti is Freedom, we must be freeWe must not be bound to the ground like a treeWe must not be slaves to the Mind and Ego, METhe goal of life is Mukti,.. |
The Colors of IndependenceA Poem by William Michael ReevesAntithetical thoughts on the Revolutionary War and the American flag |
UntitledA Poem by Bridget McJaneBroke free of a toxic friendship after eight years of torture |
Red, White, and Breaking BlueA Poem by Zoe RichardsonFreedom is more to be desired than love |
With Envy About FlyingA Poem by Mihai Brinashow they get drunk with the perfume of freedom |
A hint of freedomA Poem by sigourneyBut still, with a hint of freedom that carries me on. |
FreedomA Poem by Harman-yan_13When a person is asked to perform like other want, his freedom is slowly started to decline. This poem is also deals with same feelings. |
WorthlessA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellI am done looking for love where it doesn’t exist. I am done coughing up dust in attempts to drink from dry wells. |
When our thoughts meetA Poem by Louisa ChanWhen our thoughts meet My soul finds refuge After all these years In transitory passage Desperate as I was Looking for shelter o.. |
Sparrow and CrowA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellTime: What wrinkles the skin, wrinkles the soul. |