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IntentionsA Poem by DiabolicalbeardSome of my work |
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Be a treeA Poem by herewithAbbaLessons on sticking with it and rejecting popularity's pull |
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DwellA Poem by DiabolicalbeardI dwell in haunted ambitions that summon in orbit tormented by regrets and vains slit this bearded malevolent being leaves planets scorn swallow .. |
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Bury loveA Poem by DiabolicalbeardDrown in the temporary society with no support Unconditional love bury under forts Lay down infant Unaware no assistant Exploding stars existent .. |
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Below the chamberA Poem by DiabolicalbeardGlowing |
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F**A Poem by dominicThis is dedicated to the kid who followed me down the hallway calling me a f** |
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Stick It In MeA Poem by OhiomanIn this four line poem, we find out what a mature woman does in front of a young man and what happens next. |
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5/16/19A Poem by Andre PetersonI dreamt of shifting sands where your foot prints where my guiding path. Mountains towered before me with it's peaks scraping the heavens in an attem.. |
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Ghost in the shellA Poem by DiabolicalbeardI am the ghost that consume |
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Nothing More Than That One Certain DreamA Poem by OhiomanA man uses this double etheree poem to show what he saw while waiting for a bus. |
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Numbers gameA Poem by Laura Kateshe was TWENTY EIGHTborn on the FIFTHELEVEN was lucky for hershe was the SECOND of THREEher childhood home was FOURTEEN0161 the area codeshe got all F.. |
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The Seductress of ArtA Poem by Pradipna LodhArt is the infidelity of the mind A passionate affair Where nothing is wrong or right For when you commit an act It’s all th.. |
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JeffreyA Poem by solsystemtillnervsystemLittle boy, I’ve seen your future.You’re a lovely little thing,a delicate, blinking darlingwith a tendency to laughwhen really, you cry te.. |
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Don't Blame Your Daughter (Reprise)A Poem by solsystemtillnervsystemCut, cut, cut, I can’t cut the threadI don’t have the mindset,The willpower, the misfortune.Let me believe I’ll be okay.Give me the .. |
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What Makes Me Feel AliveA Poem by Palak ThakurWhen I started writing, it was the first thing which came in my mind. |
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SailorA Poem by Laura KateIt was the quietest of mornings.I didn't hear a single human voice -just the comings and goings of engine humsand the hustle of hurried footsteps.But .. |
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The WintersA Poem by Palak ThakurI wrote it when I was stuck somewhere in the snow. |
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