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Oh My FrankensteinA Poem by unsavable_soulOne must be careful where they look for that which they think defines their personal metaphoric galvanism... |
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Disconnecting FallA Poem by AzrielYou live on quicksand, That’s sinkingLower than your deepest miseries. But you choose to call it solid concrete Choose to pretend that it.. |
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Untitled Story of a GhostA Poem by AzrielYour figure still appears at night, Frozen in my mind, frozen to the touch of time. You linger here for far too long, Just as your damning past did.. |
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Love PlayA Poem by Mason RayburnPerhaps it's time to write a song Strike a chord Strike a note Why don't we write a note Between you and I Between our hearts Let's have ou.. |
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Bite Marks (1)A Poem by AzrielThis dreadful forever accumulating air, stifles us slowly As we trudge through these desolate pews and broken isles Filled with dreadful creatures .. |
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Summer's LoveA Poem by KayThe sun kisses my cheeks,Engulfing me with a warmthThat I haven't felt in tens of weeks.The gentle breeze caresses and teases my hair,Leaving loving g.. |
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PrisonerA Story by tcd123A brokenhearted man suffers as prisoner of a woman's heart and is scared to ever look for love again. |
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What We Used to BeA Poem by Skylar StoneI don't know why she turned against me... |
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RiverA Poem by Aquatic ChocolateI had an idea for using a river as a metaphor for relationships. This was originally written as a shape poem. |
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The MountainA Poem by Dylan A. MillerPublished in The Percival Review issue 20 |
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Voice of the ForestA Poem by Dylan A. MillerPublished in The Percival Review issue 20 |
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Two ApplesA Poem by Ally CharlestonI can still remember everything. Bright and beaming. Connected by intertwined branches. Always in sight. I remember when the sun would peak thro.. |
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Building BillyA Story by KittenCaineThere was once a little building, let's name it Billy. Billy was a quirky little thing, not like the other buildings and it was often teased and bull.. |
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What once was greenA Story by TLKRedleaf likes to sit his daughter on his shoulders and run from camp: across the shore of the lake, into the forest. She giggles until she feels sick... |
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The Ugly TruthA Poem by Speak in SilenceI saw the car crashThat killed those kidsTeenage boyTeenage girlTraveling at speeds of light and soundBoth heading different directions,But both lye d.. |
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Wars and BirdsA Poem by James WellsTypically I would be more blunt So to say I love you would be a cheap Lie. But instead I would go on further And talk about the way the.. |
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