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InsomniaA Poem by SleeplessVolcano"A trubute to fellow insomniacs" |
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Drown in PeaceA Poem by Taylor WilliamsOh just let me drown in peace I've given into this serenity Yeah just let me drown in peace Suspended in comforts of the sea Oh oh ohhh I've fo.. |
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RestA Poem by Johanna"When you held me, my soul came to rest and the feeling of lonesomeness disappeared from my chest.." |
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AranyaA Poem by AnnaHigh upon the mountain side,blossomed the great white tree of Mlaydor.Few of her petals fell to the wind,but the flower sleeps when the King stays no .. |
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A closer earA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaegherePrayer is an act of love; words are not needed. Even if sickness distracts from thoughts, all that is needed is the will to love. Saint Teresa of Avi.. |
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GrandFather's RestA Story by Healing StarA prayer on a beautiful morning after my mini chapter of the Forest in Bend, Oregon for a week and a two day trip over to Cannon Beach, Oregon on the .. |
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Of Mountains and Men - A Collab. With Einstein Noo..A Poem by ZahraYou live only once |
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Lunar Lullaby: A Half SestinaA Poem by Kaylee AprilThe moon felt safe inside her shell She tried to drench the burning As droplets formed like drops of dew fell softly on her lip.. |
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Let Me Rest in the Frost / Anna mun levät&aum..A Poem by reetuAnna mun levätä pakkasessa, Let me rest in the frost,huurteisessa kalmassa. in the evaporating cold death.Jä.. |
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AloneA Poem by Leon A. WalkerA poem about the burden of loneliness and the desire to love and be loved. |
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Belly Flat Rock Solid AbsA Story by EddieAdelMy story about flatting my belly and creating rock solid six pack abdominal wall instead of the stubborn fat. |
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A Place to RestA Poem by Joshua W. HarrisHis bruises fresh as summer air, His bones as sore as hell. The blood he sheds pools on the floor, Though in a few days he'll be well. His bod.. |
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To Be a GhostA Poem by Stephen BeneschanHow does it feel to be separate from the world? |
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SleepA Poem by AmberliliesSleep. To forfeit mind & function. To abandon sense and sentience. A deep retired mental junction. Through dense fog from whence I spent defe.. |
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Guardians of My HeartA Poem by Marianne RoseWhen I cannot face the day, it is not in my own power that I rise, walk through the day, and finally make it home. |
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Let It OutA Poem by Uche PaulIts anything that gears you to do something worth doing. |
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Weary TravelerA Poem by Adorkable NekoA poem inspired by my amazing neighbor and dear friend |
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