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Up the CreekA Poem by bigfootprintFaith looks to mercies rife |
She Decided Not To Be BrokenA Poem by 8petallotusA poem for anyone near that point of breaking, or even beyond |
My Final ResolutionA Chapter by AmayaI see my situation like this: I’m in a ditch And every bad thing I have experienced is attached to a rope. Now instead of letting my st.. |
Return To The WombA Poem by Earl SchumackerA didactic poem. A great vacation destination. |
Your ButterflyA Poem by A.M. EverlastingWhat happened to your butterfly?She used to float so free.She used to smile, but it’s been awhileSince she’s been that happy.If you ask, s.. |
Numerical Oceans floating On LogicA Poem by Earl SchumackerWhere numbers come from. |
A Wonderful WomanA Poem by AmayaWhat would you say to your reflection in the mirror? This is what I would say. |
Implications of StoneA Poem by bigfootprintWe get a stone marker for pretense We get bits of dust to be dispursed |
Apologies From A WomanA Poem by breakthebrokenoneI am sorrythat I am not themost beautiful of womenbut my soul is made upof all the people I have metand I have taken the best parts of myselfand paint.. |
KnockingA Poem by Athena AngelI hear a knock at my doorIn the middle of the nightWho could it be at this hour?My room fills with moonlightA color one can’t quite describeAnd .. |
Garden of the CourtA Poem by Scott De BuitléirTranslated from the original Irish (Gaelic) version, "Gairdín na Cúirte" |
The Resurrectionist's FollyA Poem by Carthage Thorne| The Wild..A poem inspired by personal events... compelled to find a means to grow and move forward, not backward in life. |
Walking with a ShadowA Story by ElizabethThis is an old piece I have wanted to come back to for a while now. |
Bottom's UpA Story by zeeMy story of how I keep working to rise to the top born out of s**t into something I can look in the mirror and finally dig what I see. |
GrowthA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..A short poem. I have a lot of these, so I'm just posting them as fast as I can so I can get back to the meat and potatoes of my writing. |
Black Coffee and LoversA Poem by AiHWhat is it with black coffee and lovers? The bitter taste of coffee mixed with your sweet words must make the perfect drink Each sip as addictin.. |
He's Old News NowA Poem by AiHI can't remember his eyes anymorewhen at one time they were all I could seeI cant feel his mouth anymorewhen at one time they were all I could tasteI .. |
Stormy LoversA Poem by AiHIt's excitingto see these words fall out of my brainlike storms in the southyou shake my foundationpretty words pouring out of my headlike a leaky roo.. |
ColorsA Poem by AiHAfter years of sitting in blackand redI find myself surroundedby yellowand blue |