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Nightmare MaidenA Poem by Civil War CamelDon’t wait for my return, my love, but if that day should come,Would you drop the life you’ve made and have me yet?You were the spike insi.. |
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Night and Day, Thirsty and SatedA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..I wrote the first part at midnight, the second, over the span of the coming weeks. It took a while, but then the next two parts came. I hope you will .. |
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A Walk and the Looking. Second Letter to a Dead Lo..A Story by Ken Simm.Another iteration. |
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EmptinessA Poem by Simone V. MinThe brightest of starsShine in the darkest of nights;The darkness recedes. |
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Lost in OrbitA Poem by Simone V. MinThe brightest of starsShine in the darkest of nights.A map charted from the heavensI am never lost--not until the darkness fades.In its ebb and flow,A.. |
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An Unanticipated KissA Poem by Cyprian Van DykeTrue love exists in moments stumbled upon by accident in hospitals, in airports, and underneath the stars gone before you realize it was there missed .. |
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Moon and the NightA Poem by AvaniThe moon is in loveWith the lonely night.Beautifully and constantly reminding the belovedNever to feel aloneShe dressed up magnificentlyAnd brought al.. |
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Ode to the SunA Poem by Michael R. BurchOde to the Sunby Michael R. BurchDay is done . . .on, swift sun.Follow still your silent course.Follow your unyielding course.On, swift sun.Leave no t.. |
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Diamond, Moon, Summer NightA Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..Something I wrote recently. I have a question to ask though. What format do you prefer my poems in? Italics or not, in the middle of the page, or from.. |
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StarsA Poem by Anonymous 79Just something that came to mind the other day. |
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4. Spying at NightA Chapter by Peter RogersonTHE HIDDEN FOREST - 4 |
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Being WatchedA Story by R J FullerDo we really know what we see at night, even when we see it? |
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StarsA Poem by Rookie12Its a poem about how stars are so amazing and selfless but is that all or there is something they hide? |
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The Dead of NightA Story by Brett PritchardThe Night is quiet and nothing stirs, yet alone you're not in a way you can't give words. Nothing to be seen yet something you feel, if existence is b.. |
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