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The Guardian of the PitA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe’d worked at the pit since he was ten, Was quite at home in the dark, Worked by the light of a miner’s lamp Avoided the.. |
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Teard drops of goldA Poem by MysteriaTear drops of gold,glistening on your sorrowful face.To heal that hurt,that never seems to go away.Saphire fire,burns my skin as they linger.Soul of m.. |
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AutumnA Poem by Aurora DawnStill practicing haikus :/ |
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RESCUE OFF THE BANKS OF ACETATEA Poem by kublakhan2710 25 12 |
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SilenceA Poem by Rakhsharimayawhen there is nothing to say, say nothing. |
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The Queen of the DeadA Poem by Alexa TaschHow many times have I slipped awayInto the dark unknowingThe mirrors are all filled with bloodThe evil eyes are glowingInto the silence she sings a so.. |
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which road to takeA Poem by RakhsharimayaWhat you do when you are torn between hearts When you cannot decide which road to take What do you do when two people love you And you love them back .. |
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Ghostly SeasA Poem by Alexa TaschI tried for something dark, but I kept hearing pirates singing in my head.... |
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THE SINS OF MONTEZUMAA Stage Play by Jocelyn_wondersToo late, the Emperor of the Aztec Empire regrets his mistakes. |
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Not All Is Gold (Writing)A Poem by Damien DavisonJust kind of writing to my ego... No rhyme scheme... |
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Please Take No OffenceA Poem by thenakedversethis is perhaps the quickest poem ive ever written and certainly one of the most pointless. but it made me laugh:) ps... i love robert frost. |
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GoldA Poem by TraxlerNow I might be speaking gibberish In clouds engulfed by neck bones Spine tingling from basins bellows Wipe this clean This slate This canvas pa.. |
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Morning of MourningA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeyAn experience of Thanksgiving Morning |
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Colour BlindA Poem by Cici GarciaThe people watch me. They stare at my every move like I’m some sort of sideshow. They become frightened when the topic of ethnicity comes up.. |
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Ode to SpringA Poem by Dream HunterThe skies are blue, the day is new The sun is dancing above; The winter frost is blown and lost And spring’s come with life and love! .. |
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Poem for my Invisible BirdA Poem by Honestly, AbeWritten in response to (my favorite poet) Craig Arnold's poem titled "Bird Understander." |
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The OublietteA Chapter by AnnaAdelle wakes up to find she is all alone, and she can't remember where she is , or how she got there. |
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