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GlassesA Poem by LinneaElisabetSometimes I feel as though I have nothing to offer except witty retort a painted face a mouth that still whispers his name a vodka soaked .. |
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GlassesA Poem by Deanna DelliaSometimes I feel as though I have nothing to offer except witty retort a painted face a mouth that still whispers his name a vodka soaked .. |
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ComaA Poem by NebulaI’ve just woken upThe president has changedMy husband remarriedMy daughter is deadI’ve just woken upThe world has changedMy body has chang.. |
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A London LifeA Poem by Simon GriffithsMy thoughts about whether I want to live and work in London |
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NothingA Poem by A.RitmanDay after day,thoughts after thoughts.No matter the questions,one always circles in the depth of my mind.Will I ever be good enough?No,that's the answ.. |
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FearsA Poem by A.RitmanAfraid that you're gonna leave me,like a leaf from a tree.You say you won't.But,so have the people in the past.I hope we won't fall apart,We better no.. |
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UnusualA Poem by A.RitmanBeing happy and tingly,this feeling has become unnatural to me.Feeling loved,feeling worth it,feeling cared for and wanted.All unusual to me.Smiling l.. |
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The Death of My AngerA Poem by Ally AnnA death from deep in my chest |
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Not For The Faint HeartedA Poem by Troy HensonDad was gone at age of one, mum gone by the time i was 40. Selfish this may be....but I never thought i'd have no parents by this age. |
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Bluegrass HowlA Poem by Zoe RichardsonWhen you're trapped and see no way out |
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timeA Poem by lchbethey say"time heals everything"but it still hurts when I see youafter all this timeI guess timejust makes you forgetbut it does not healanything-they .. |
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The Dead Like Me...A Poem by DeAnJust a poem in pain. |
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4/29/19A Poem by Andre PetersonIt takes four years to get over the swells of her majestics. Pure lore in spite of the mess that trails me. And now I am strapped to this chair writ.. |
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The Boy in YouA Poem by Laura KateI wish I could just go back to the boy you were,around five years oldat that very moment you first learnedthat you could not be loved.I would pick you.. |
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For LilyA Poem by Autumn RainInspired by the main characters from my latest novel-in-progress. |
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