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Why Have You Forgotten?A Poem by Adam M. SnowA poem about September 11th |
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Hungry GhostsA Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell"No substantial famine has ever occurred in a democratic country - no matter how poor." ~ Amartya Sen |
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Into The After Of My LifeA Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell“Be like a tree, and let the dead leaves drop.” ~ Rumi |
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Green Ribs Of PoetryA Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell"And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul." ~John Muir |
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Pale Flower In Shadow Of YouA Poem by Linda Marie Van TassellThe mind replays what the heart can't delete. |
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No Fear of TimeA Poem by Richard ParkerDedicado a ella que lo inspiro. |
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UnopenedA Poem by Richard Parkerfather of mine, with such a sick malign as your company, oh so suddenly you did resign with such a quick decline locked in your study, with your ma.. |
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Sirena Más LeonaA Poem by Richard ParkerShe was like an angry pout, ruffled hair or like pursed lips that couldn't hide a smile and her ever coquettish gaze beguiled She was quiet and se.. |
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Colorful CapsulesA Poem by LaineyAs a medical anomaly, I try to vent artfully rather than bother my friends with constant complaints. |
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DiscriminationA Poem by Michael R. BurchDiscriminationby Michael R. BurchThe meter I had sought to find, perplexed,was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose.I found it in sheet m.. |
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Sonnets I-IXA Poem by Michael R. BurchSonnets by Michael R. Burch, written according to the original definition of "sonnet" as a "little song" of indeterminate length and form. |
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Dunbar's "Sweet Rose of Virtue" translationA Poem by Michael R. BurchSweet Rose of Virtueby William Dunbarloose translation byMichael R. BurchSweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,delightful lily of youthful wantonness.. |
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Rilke translation of "The Panther"A Story by Michael R. BurchThe Pantherby Rainer Maria Rilkeloose translation/interpretation by Michael R. BurchHis weary vision's so overwhelmed by iron bars,his exhausted eyes .. |
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As hours pass, beyond the stairs I waitA Poem by Rana Adalwolfa SimonA rewrite of my drunk sonnet I posted a couple days ago. |
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The Persistence of a Memory of Apricot ShampooA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Persistence of a Memory of Apricot Shampooby Michael R. BurchFor all that I remembered, I forgother name, her face, the reason that we loved...and.. |
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From the AshesA Poem by Adam M. SnowFrom the ashes we will rise, from the pits of our demise and victorious we will reign, with freedom over pain. |
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HearthsideA Poem by Michael R. BurchHearthsidebyMichael R. Burch“When you are old and grey and full of sleep...”―W. B. YeatsFor all that we professed of love, we knewth.. |
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