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“The Path through the Whispering Wood”A Poem by Bree OrlockA poem about a person walking from a haunted forest |
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"Three For The Price Of Admission..."A Poem by ChrisLife as we live it. |
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She Lured Me With Those Comic BooksA Poem by OhiomanIn this haiku poem, a woman tries something new to get a man turned on to sex. |
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There was a bridge twenty metres from my houseA Poem by Another Damaged Adolescen..There was a bridge twenty metres from my house.Every morning when I was seven, I sat on the grass slightly in front of the bridge, almost underneath i.. |
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She Lays ThereA Poem by OhiomanA man is using this haiku poem to share with us what he has seen his partner do in front of him. |
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Kate Looked Over Her ShoulderA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis wanza poem is about what one person sees a partner doing while doing something with someone else. |
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The Better ManA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Better Manby Michael R. Burch Dear Ed: I don’t understand whyyou will publish this other guywhen I’m brilliant, devoted,one hel.. |
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At The Start Of A Christmas OrgyA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem is about what happens between three friends during a certain type of holiday party. |
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A slow morning - 8.19.19A Poem by MinuetLet me guide you through the awakening of the senses on a slow Saturday morning. |
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During Her NapA Poem by OhiomanThis haiku poem is about what happens to a woman while she takes her nap. |
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"Pun-y"A Poem by ChrisDid I say what you read OR the second OR the third time OR just what DID I say? |
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CurrentsA Poem by Michael R. BurchCurrentsbyMichael R. BurchHow can I write and not be trueto the rhythm that wells within?How can the ocean not be blue,not buck with the clapboard sla.. |
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Rumi translation of "Birdsong"A Poem by Michael R. BurchBirdsongby Rumiloose translation byMichael R. BurchBirdsong relievesmy deepest griefs:now I'm just as ecstatic as they,but with nothing to say!Please .. |
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The Starling and the Willow, A Love StoryA Poem by Pryde FoltzGrandfather North began his hyperborean reign; from his lips algid slivers and shards descended; so began the season of Cimmerian shade ... |
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