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Dreams of Samarand - Poem #22A Poem by torittoHaving passed three score ten the end of days is fast approaching Where have all the sunsets gone while I was living day to day? Contemplate theli.. |
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The WordsmithA Poem by Travis Gibson (poetic her..Just a concept piece that hit me after being told the "difference" between rappers and poets. I say a wordsmith is a wordsmith. |
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While They Watch The Huge Raindrops FallA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem shows us what a couple lets themselves do while it is raining outside. |
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We Were Made to BreatheA Poem by MF.WomackAt the end of the day the most faithful question always remainsOur wayward minds scale mountains to findThe pinnacle of truth and timeAlas! With a gas.. |
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This Coffin is ComfyA Poem by Emily the StrangeA poem reflecting on death, although not in an overtly dejected manner. |
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Why Do I Hate You?A Poem by AloneAre you hurting? |
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I Saw My Own GrandmotherA Poem by OhiomanIn this nove otto poem, a young man discovers what his grandmother lets herself do in her own house. |
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For KelseyA Poem by limoncelloa poem for a friend |
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What You Learned When You Were TwelveA Poem by Ally AnnI hurt so much at this age it almost killed me |
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Listen to momma pt1A Poem by Mimi$$The things your mom say should be sacred. She notices everything before you do. My mom never told me no p***y s**t |
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A SpoonfulA Poem by TyA Spoonful |
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RainA Poem by Rachel E Strauch“it is only rain”they said“a little bit of rain won’t hurt anyone”and yet every tear that fell from the skyburnedi held .. |
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China DollA Poem by Rachel E Strauchmy grandmotherhad a glass china dollsitting upon her dresseri never understood why she kept itfor the paint was chipped and there were cracks running .. |
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LiarA Poem by Rachel E Strauchthey say i spin a web of liesand on that web i build a thronethey say i’m the masterof this webi say nothat throne you seeis a cagethe web i spu.. |
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Grown UpA Poem by Rachel E Strauchi'm all grown up nowi've been grown up since i was fourand now that i'm twenty-fivei can sayi don't like being grown up anymore |
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The MeetingA Poem by JSAECHafter a year of texting we finally meet |
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Loveless RegretA Poem by Connor VeenstraI swore I'd learned the hard way with the girls I left behind,As I turned my back to leave them they all broke down and cried,I swore "Never again" as.. |
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