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THE WALLA Poem by Sylvia ChikaShe gave a lot of excuses So many reason why… Reasons why she couldn’t try She would sometimes cry Make a scene An.. |
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My Lifelong walk of FameA Story by Denis VodyakhinEvery life is a replica of the Hollywood Walk of Fame with its own lenghth, name-bearing stars embedded in the sidewalks and cement prints. All these .. |
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Love drugA Poem by TylerThe romance of loving a lust that kills so deep you breath while you drown in chaos and blood. |
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A Commune With NatureA Poem by Stacy PurvisSaunter Through The Woods Vibrant Commune With Nature Enjoying The View |
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WalkA Poem by Joshua KnightA poem about a dogged walk |
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you homeA Poem by NathanWordsIn the night, I see us bothwe walk so slow, we walk alonebut look untothe night so youngthe lights fadeits been sunbut we don't runor tip toewere by o.. |
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AntifragilityA Poem by Robert RonnowIn last night's movie, a young writerand an older, married with children French womanfall in love. They did not meet during a village massacreand mone.. |
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Two Left FeetA Poem by Danielle BrowneToday I saw Jimmy. It was golden hour and birds were frantic, as I marched my two left feet to the gas station. My pace came to an unexpected halt whe.. |
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Steps of BeautyA Poem by Joey NizzShe takes it step by step as she walks in beauty, Like how the night fallsWith cloudless climes with glittering skiesAnd all of the best of the bright.. |
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UntitledA Poem by KaylarkA man and a woman walk into a bar."Yes." says the man."No." says the woman.And they part waysDue to differences in opinion.What a tragic way to endCon.. |
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OrdersA Poem by Footprints al carbonBefore you learned how to march. |
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Pool Of ..A Poem by angelRaindrops are slaughtered and the evil spirit is crying. Somewhere death will be mine.As my anger builds. |
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ShoesA Story by Savannah GiovannaTry putting yourself in my shoes. My shoes are worn out with holes in them. The soles are thin and the laces are fraying. The heels weigh me down and .. |
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The Summer LaneA Poem by Ken Simm.A bow wave breeze and a catching of early washed morning A frontline of trees bending The greening of warm seasons Rainfall drawn.. |
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NightwalkerA Story by BL300 words |
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I swear~A Poem by Tracey~The day finally came whenI could walk into my sacred space The white cloak leaving behindthe amazing scent of moist earth Everything rebirt.. |
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I can clean. I can drive.A Poem by Robert RonnowPlenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle Eastare resource wars, disguised as religious debates.So Dad would say.A beautiful winter day, hun.. |
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Last hikeA Poem by Tough on paintBrief poem, purposefully disjointed |
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