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I Saw My Mom Walking In Her SleepA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis nuer poem is from the point of view of a young sibling who has seen what their mother's been doing while sleepwalking. |
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Fuels One's Sex DriveA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis one etheree poem is from the point of view of a guest trying something new for the first time at a friend's party. |
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UNDER THE CROWDA Poem by Tasi83Babits and Arany stood guardover his prestigious desk like two living,otherworldly princes.The two prophet-heralds on the tired,weathered mountain of .. |
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Why Don't You Come Over Here And Hump Me?A Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThe title of this tanka poem happens to be what a model says after seeing what a photographer is doing while taking pictures. |
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Yes VirginiaA Poem by Robert Trakoflerpart one and part 2 |
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LOSS OF PERSONALITYA Poem by Tasi83Turning inward, you just look,you don't look inward.Chasing the ringed carriageof idyllic dreams,Into memories of childhood's past,into the unchangeab.. |
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Just Call Me A Wordy-A*s Adjective ManA Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..Just having a bit of fun with the reality of who & what I am: An Adjective Man (See the works of Thomas Wolfe). We are nothing more than who and wha.. |
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Irony of a poetA Poem by Abhay TyagiThis poem touches upon the tragedy of those poets who were never able to share their writings with the world. |
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ApprehensionA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis free verse poem is from the point of view of a police officer who explains what he does to certain women after placing them under arrest. |
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The weary harbourA Poem by Kit CroydonA breaking surf that rocks the bay of foam and jets of ocean spray. The cold before the break of day the weary harbour prays. The .. |
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Why Can't I Just Win?A Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThe title of this bedena poem happens to be what one person asks after losing a certain bet to a friend. |
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White painted wallsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Between your white painted walls I stand in a corner and I look for the little cracks where there used to be something once we used to .. |
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Everyone warns me about the fireA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..Everyone warns me about the fire; it'll burn me, it'll sting, it'll dance and lure me into forgiving but no one else has stayed to.. |
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While The Pool Party Was Still Going OnA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerIn this etheree poem, the host of a pool party stepped into the house to get something and discovers what his wife has been doing. |
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We are the deer and we are the tigerA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..It's primal. A deer, hunted by a tiger, notices the danger in time, runs away in time, saves himself; when he looks behind, he evaluates: .. |
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A lamb in a family of teethA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..A lamb in a family of teeth will spin wool into claws. Running only leads the way into the black; domain of yellow eyes. The distance.. |
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Even your gaze burnsA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When eyes only mean to caress, but hands can't contain their strength, even your gaze burns. I can no longer return to before I was f.. |
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You are blue like the skies, I am blue as the ocea..A Poem by the bitter taste of almos..You are blue like the skies I am blue as the ocean You say we are made of the same color, but I remind you we are separated On the f.. |
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