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Evolving Society

Evolving Society

A Poem by Samantha Tamburello


Just because I find it hard to believe how times change. I do believe I'm an old soul born in the wrong generation and I don't understand people anymo..
Tossing and Turning To the Sound of Your Absense

Tossing and Turning To the Sound of Your Absense

A Poem by amthoughts


just a quick poem I wrote so yeahh
Beaches

Beaches

A Poem by R. T. Hyder


The summer heat has a way of reminding me ofdirty sandand cold beerand the car windows rolled down as the dampening 90-degree wind swirls around us an..
Gravity

Gravity

A Poem by Jazz


Dusty corners poetry
A Final Lullaby

A Final Lullaby

A Poem by SilverFish


take a deep breath
Deadline

Deadline

A Poem by Iika


IT takes me a whileto realisethat the soft hissing soundisn’t my mind, leaking out (rats abandoning a sinking ship)but carbon dioxide escaping ..
Amour Triste

Amour Triste

A Poem by alexandra


a poem to make the heart think.
4 In the Morning

4 In the Morning

A Poem by Lindsay Hope


Some late night/early morning thoughts. The mind wanders at 4 in the morning.
Logic

Logic

A Poem by Teresa Rose


Wrote this a while back after I stopped myself from thinking to much.
Wondering

Wondering

A Poem by S. K. Burke


I wonder if they notice that today I didn’t say so much While they giggled and joked at dinner And I toy..
Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning

A Poem by Jane Doe


You rise from your bed, the very thing which lulled you to sleep as you lie awake in the early hours of the night, as the black night sky infiltra..
Overthinking Myself Into A Shell

Overthinking Myself Into A Shell

A Poem by Richard Mueller


I just was thinking to be honest
Much Too Much

Much Too Much

A Poem by T. Edana Talbott


I was thinking much too much today,Thoughts of you with a distant face.I consumed much too much today,Fatty foods and potent drinks.I sang a song much..
Chronicles of the Never Ending

Chronicles of the Never Ending

A Poem by Wynnter Silvershade


There are two protagonists in this short poem: My mind, who is the real me And the other one, is the vessel, the one people judges and cannot see wh..
apprehension at its finest

apprehension at its finest

A Poem by Amanda Macc


the truth about anxiety

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