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HushedA Poem by HeatherHushed, like the soft whisper of a blue jays wings in flight. Settling in the willowy branches rustling in the trees. Calling with the brea.. |
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A Solid PromiseA Poem by The Poetry of Michal (Mit..About the poem: this poem was an assignment about King David and one of his wives...during a Jewish writer's retreat in Washington, DC. |
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Apes Gone MadA Poem by AetherealWhy did they come down from the trees? |
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Fruit of the loomA Poem by MandaBearThis is about my favorite fruit. Tell me what you think :) |
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Penny CandyA Poem by Rita L. SevFree at dawn |
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The Ballad of Sally Leeds - The Liberation of the ..A Poem by wjrollOK, so this is really the first poem that i've ever tried to write. The idea came a few days. I'm not educated in writing, so therefore have no idea w.. |
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A Burning ForestA Story by nihilistictablelampLet me try to refrain myself, to tie myself around this metaphorical dying tree and lie down beneath a fading July night, one that blankets me within .. |
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The StrangerA Poem by Zee SouthcombeThe earth was red; a burnt auburn,And the shrubbery growing from this earth that was almostBreathing,Life-giving,Bursting with life.The whole forest g.. |
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PalingenesisA Poem by Jack PiattThe night goes winding off To places I’ll never have enough of me to find So many corners to turn, so m.. |
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LostA Poem by JohannaI wrote this at work actually.. while helping customers haha, I´m glad people theese days like to pay with card. Hope you guys like it. |
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Chapter 7: AloneA Chapter by Mathew NicolsonRebecca sat on a hill looking over Manchester, alone. She had had to get away from everything, all the noise, so she could think. She read the mess.. |
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August LightA Poem by FabianaThe trickling beams highlight The rich greens and yellows As they rustle in the breeze Tearing from their mooring.. |
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Two Little BirdsA Chapter by Renéeif you listen..you can hear all the little messages left on the stars, all the notes in the air |
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Concrete ReasonsA Poem by AstroAnother urban write, contemplating city design. |
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A Black and White: On The Jeffrey Pine by Ansel Ad..A Poem by Bree PotterAn ekphrastic poem on Ansel Adam's "The Jeffrey Pine". I adore his photography. It's lithe, organic, tenuous, and delightfully free of pretense. |
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