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Oh lookA Poem by A_broken_creviceGloomy moments don't last long. |
Collapse of a ManA Poem by Abhishek IzyBreakdown of everything which mattered to you, in the last of your breath. A realization that so vast your existence doesn't really matter in the gran.. |
My GiantA Poem by Robert RonnowSummer rain, melting Arcticsand the lipids lining the nervesin your brain. These are the metricsof our times. Mere resolveis not enough to take careal.. |
She is brighter than dawnA Poem by Michael R. BurchShe is brighter than dawnby Michael R. Burchfor BethThere’s a light about herlike the moon through a mist:a bright incandescencewith which she i.. |
Mist Over MountainsA Poem by Isabella Cezannea poem about falling |
MayfliesA Poem by Michael R. BurchMayfliesby Michael R. Burchafter A. E. HousmanThese standing stones have stood the test of timebut who are you―and what are you―and why?As.. |
RemembranceA Poem by Michael R. BurchRemembrancebyMichael R. Burcha coronavirus poemRemembrance like a river rises;the rain of recollection falls;frail memories, like vines, entangled,cli.. |
Heart of HeartsA Poem by AnnaThe burning of this world isinconsequential.I only care about what happensbetween yours and mine.Twilight passes and yourface changes color.From viole.. |
In the Green MistA Poem by AnnaThe agony is in the waitingIn the coming rainAnd the moon hidingBehind a vagueSilhouette.Love doesn't suit meAnd it sure as hell doesn't fitOn my skin.. |
In This Moment, ForeverA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellDrinking delight in the heart of love ... |
Nightfall on Shangri-LaA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellHer eyes are like ocean-bottom ink, blacker than black and bluer than blue. |
Mist and MisteryA Poem by Black JessMist and mystery Dawn and dew Wind in the willow Headgerow in the meadow Birds on the bough Cloaks of oaks Frost and forest Gust.. |
Dying for Spring(Autumn)A Poem by GeeSimple words on a season's change |
MIXED - 5-7-5A Poem by JE FalconSenryu, Haiku, and heaven knows what else. LOL |
In the MistA Poem by JE FalconAh, the mist does strange things to imaginative people. And this is a poem from one such person. |
Poison pensA Story by The Unknown SithWho made who? |