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Waiting Until MidnightA Poem by Cool GirlThis is a poem about....just read it please:) |
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A Boy is Scared!A Story by Rex AZThe thought of horror looms around the room, his understanding of every sound was important for fear to be tamed. Such a tranquil state is always beli.. |
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OccupiedA Poem by Robert RonnowAs a boy, I'd find my fathersitting in the pitch dark living room,cigarette aglow, as I'd passfrom my bed to the bathroom.Did the boy consider, at tha.. |
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Late SummerA Poem by Robert RonnowIt has been beautiful, late August, full moona million crickets followinga million fireflies in June,a million May peepers. Immersedin insect, amphibi.. |
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Pokeweed WaitsA Poem by Robert RonnowPokeweed waitsunderground, snow crustssmall greenish white flowers, leaves entireand alternate, black berriespoisonous, ripe late.Waits patiently past.. |
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PlacematsA Poem by KaiIf people were placemats then you and I would be placemats located directly across from each other on a dining room table set for two. Seldom used bu.. |
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Phases of Lust.A Poem by Pandora E.You came on to me like a wave, so strong at first but then slowly, you drifted back to sea. |
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L.O.V.EA Poem by Twiztid PoetessHow love should be between two persons to make one. |
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g o n e g i r lA Poem by Arielle ElfersonToo late |
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The ClockA Poem by Joshua McNayNew Work Wednesday. Just a little something to fill time while I write other stuff. |
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Days WhenA Poem by SoulExchangerSometimes we get so tired we stop caring, and then everything's just too late. |
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Gravity.A Story by yellowAfter that night, gravity is all I can think about. How dare you leave me but how dare I not notice the way your feet barely left the ground when you .. |
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Purposes Incomprehensible and Wonderful as These P..A Poem by Robert RonnowImperfect world, purposeless person.I retired to pursue perfectionlearn jazz tunes, woody and herbaceous plants,read every inch of English literature,.. |
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LateA Poem by MHI looked for wordsTo tell youThat you're my loveBut I was carried awayBy windsOf words and books.I was enchantedWith travellingWorlds, times and lives.. |
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The Wind/MindA Poem by Alison WilliamsonHow would you describe those late night thoughts? |
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Old FriendA Poem by S. K. BurkeAnother 2 AM creeps up, She rubs her eyes and puts her readings away. The lights flick off and there he is, peering in, Falling in soft streaks acr.. |
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