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Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe - Naughty Version Volume Tw..A Poem by OhiomanThis four line poem happens to be a new and naughty version of the classic nursery rhyme entitled 'Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe'. |
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It's All AloneA Poem by Gavin S.ya know |
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A playerA Poem by LanaSometimes it's one of those days whereYou don't really know where you standYou're thrown into a world of shameAnd curtains and masks covering up real .. |
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A Foolishly Sentimental Ode To The Godforsaken Hig..A Poem by ArriamIt's raining and the lights are dim and I'm having Feelings of Nostalgia |
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“A New Golden Age”A Poem by Bree OrlockA poem about our current times |
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Soaking In The Hot TubA Poem by OhiomanThis etheree poem happens to be what a woman would say to a man while soaking in a jacuzzi. |
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lastly.A Poem by idontknowanymorelast submission on this blog. |
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Storm WalkerA Poem by The Iron HorsemanA poem about the peace to be found at the heart of a raging storm. |
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Birds of preyA Poem by LanaI always get depressed at the end of the dayIt gets dark and heavy and it's the same danceI twirl I jump and come full circleAnd I can never comprehen.. |
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Defeated by loveA Poem by SamThis is a time I felt defeated by love. Sometimes you meet someone and its so powerful they make you drop your guard completely and suddenly you are r.. |
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Tanya's Orgy NightmareA Poem by OhiomanIn this free verse poem, a woman has gotten tired of partying at a friend's house until something else has caught her eye. |
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Her HeroA Poem by Morgan ChristineShe lay dying in the company of shadows Letting go of all will to survive Until a hero emerged from the darkness Begging her to stay alive .. |
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GuiltyA Poem by Morgan Christine#1She walks with the purest beautyA smile plastered to her faceOn the outside, she appears happyBut she has yet to find her placeAt home she has her f.. |
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"Spilled Ink"A Poem by Bree OrlockThe last words of a person that has been jailed without reason. |
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UnsatisfiedA Poem by Nicole MorganEveryday is just another minute that I waitI wait until the day that I can swim with the wavesThat I can savor seconds with my handsAnd I can see myse.. |
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The Autobiography of a VolcanoA Poem by Isha C.Lava boils inside of me. Like Haldane described earth, At the beginning of the creation. This primitive agony, Paralyzes my.. |
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The River is RisingA Poem by CarlaThe river rises, Raising its sizes, Swallowing us whole, The land is its coal. Its fuel is our fear, When the river comes near, We get into ge.. |
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