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Achilles' heelA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..When I lit the fire and forged the steelwho could have foreseen how it would shapethis war of mine?You saw a quiver in my hands, hidden under two fist.. |
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The sun is dyingA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..The sun is dyingand I haven't saved up enough lightMy shelter is filled with rows ofbottled rays, stored pieces of shimmering whiteEnough to last me a.. |
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FACE-PLASTERSA Poem by Tasi83Outside, the tears are besiegingthe fragile face-blind.But within, in the globes of eyes,in the globes of retinas,the reality of sadnesshas become mor.. |
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you should knowA Poem by Bellah Bultroni want to speak.you should know why i sitin quiet parking lots.you should know why i cryon top of tall buildingsbut my words are clumsy.they trip over.. |
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Am I ContentA Poem by Bellah Bultronshould i feel happy?no.“happiness” is a concept made up by those who want others to chase an unachievable peak that never lasts and only l.. |
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Has Not Done You JusticeA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThe title of this komo poem happens to be what one person says before doing a certain something with another. |
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A Naked Blonde With This Blindfold OnA Poem by Andrew Troy KellerThis nove otto poem is from the point of view of one person who is doing something with another person before they both get interrupted. |
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Street Lamp (A Peak Into Loneliness)A Poem by i.eBusy street, bustling with footsteps There's just too much for eyes to see But for some reason, Mine are fixated on a street lamp Lonely there on.. |
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I WAS HURT IN EVERYTHINGA Poem by Tasi83It's day again and again.My beating heart is aching again,and every moment of existence is shattered!The ancient thrills of compassionare not yet rese.. |
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Beauty in hazelA Poem by cechxthe him I learned to love |
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the day after warA Poem by cechx |
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I belong to AfricaA Poem by Lunga NgqandaThe poem is an ode to the beauty and diversity of Africa, celebrating the continent's natural wonders, cultural richness, and historical resilience. T.. |
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An empty cageA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I am outside the door, peering in but I don't knock; I don't want to wake the past. I am outside the door, but I'm not on the outside; I'm .. |
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I had no bodyA Poem by the bitter taste of almos..I had no body; no shape described me. I was confined by loneliness, but I was free. Floating in the sky I could see a light; so bright but .. |
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