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6:37amA Poem by AmatinaWhispers shared in the dark as strong as dreamsIn the blackness, everything is more than it seemsPressed into you, there's no place I'd rather beShari.. |
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A Whisper and A RoseA Poem by MsJewel~ to be in love with a poet...~ |
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The Song Of SeductionA Poem by Vidya BacchusThe lure of the darkness |
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The Horseman of the NightA Poem by Rudi J.P. LejaeghereThe boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins? Edgar Allan.. |
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Paradigm ShiftA Poem by Abdul Batin Osman BeyThings may not appear as they are suppose to |
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Whisper QuietA Poem by TraceAn intimate love poem |
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Lullaby's CallA Poem by Alfred Kukitzfantasy's genesis |
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COLOURFUL HUEA Poem by Akira♥Wanting eyes and weary face;Hold my hand and feel my heart race.Intertwine your lips in mine;Hold your breath and count to nine.Close your eye.. |
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I was once a changeling child.A Poem by the penumbraI am a changeling childmyosotis woven delicately though my haira crown of thorns placed upon my head,clovers stick between my toesrough soles caked wi.. |
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Night WhispersA Poem by MsJewel~ a romantic sonnet ~ |
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A voice in the NightA Poem by Gerry Legistersometimes we hear whispering voices in the night, and it is difficult to distinguish between the noise we hear and the voices that are unclear |
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Pit of MemoriesA Poem by GreenEyedPoetWritten 1/19/15 This is about my past always trying to creep back into my present. |
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Evening is NighA Poem by SyberRoseWhen the evening is nigh, mellifluous whispers of a spellbinding dialect, flow down the erroneous branch of their spines. A white lotus opens bene.. |
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Burning ManA Poem by soberpeotMy Debut |
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Interruption RealityA Poem by Alfred Kukitzdid he really ask me that |
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My Love Whispers To Me Of DoorknobsA Poem by daninstockholmMy love whispers to me of doorknobs Doors to rooms we’ve never seen Photographs on bedside tables Faded by ancient suns Photos showing faces.. |
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Whispers in the WoodsA Story by Julie FranHe bared a toothy grin as he walked toward onward. Fog sweeping his from sight, his ghostly green eyes disappearing. “Oh, Little Lou. Oh, Litt.. |
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