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I Still RememberA Poem by Keertivardhan KukretiA poem of regret,love and sadness |
untitledA Poem by ----You were my light, and my life then came that cold, dark night now the only time I see your face is in the picture of this old place without you, .. |
Not ForgottenA Poem by Amanda LynnThis poem is dedicated to a toxic person, who believes they have never done anything wrong, they live in a fantasy world, where they are the only vict.. |
You would like itA Poem by Danielle BrowneThere is something that each line has in common. Comment if you understand what it is :-) |
All My FaultA Poem by David Lewis PagetMy heart is empty, my head is fullOf all that transpired in the past,My short term memory’s wrapped in woolMy long term leaves me aghast,As age .. |
In a World of Dust and MemoryA Chapter by S. D. ForogarIn a world of dust and memory . . . |
Indigo, Left, ShatteredA Chapter by S. D. ForogarMemory and Purpose are intertwined, infinitely feeding one another like the Ouroboros. Lose one, and you will cripple the other. Lose both, and you wi.. |
Blackbird, Descended, SingerA Chapter by S. D. ForogarBlackbirdand sparrow tweet at each other between trees, branches all to themselves. Ellie eyes their greed, their lives lived as if expecting that the.. |
Past, FutureA Chapter by S. D. ForogarBut were they my memories, or were they hers? Or, were they anybody's? |
Canoeing The Cumberland River in 1998A Poem by JamesWe took a trip in the summer of '98Canoeing down the Cumberland River.A rented boat, two extra paddles,A cooler secured with duct tape,Sunscreen " and.. |
Growing Up In A PubA Story by George CoombsA memory of my childhood |
Lingering BlameA Poem by WillaDanversHe didn’t see her coming, Does that make it his fault? He only saw a clean path, And actions that wouldn’t hold consequence.. |
FadedA Poem by Hell in a Hip FlaskThe ink’s faded and letters blurred, the mind is weary, the speech slurred. I don’t remember my old poems- why I wrote th.. |
In The ValleyA Poem by Earl SchumackerSomething below clouds and air |
I Am StirredA Poem by DianneRA stirring in my soul |
FROM THE PASTA Story by Peter RogersonWe're all different, but this is a bit of me. |