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Kevin Walsh Jun 14
1250 - everpresence
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Anthony Rhead Jun 19
Lucid for it is a claim, sweet endorphins for the brain, ocean leaves a soul expression, born of clear, concise, impression.
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Victoria Richards 6h
I found a poem pinned to the fridge with a hair clip by the seven-year-old this morning, and it might be the best I’ve ever read 😭
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©️ TinaUnderwater Jun 10
Empathy rips my heart Rushing through my veins Master of laughter tears & anger that you feel Have I lost control? Authority above emotion & action Alive in your heart & I know raw pain I'll walk in fire for you In the end I'll die for you A force w absolute rule
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Modern Dating Verse 28m
I am sleepwalking my way through dates talking about nothing and wondering when I can leave. I am daydreaming my way through days talking about spreadsheets and fantasising outside the cells. I am altogether not quite there, not quite here. Just lost in you.
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Michael Kallstrom 44m
"a balance of birds" Copyright©️by Michael Kallstrom
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Michael Garrigan 43m
“We are a shape the wind makes” - Jack Gilbert
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D. Annie 📝💜🌻🦋 Jun 13
Hearts beating Nervous Mild trepidation Excited That knowing look In their eyes Drawing in That breath Thick with Desire Their lips meet Promises made No words spoken This kiss says it all
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Eric Purchase Jun 19
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Shambhavi 18m
Don't Try to Possess Anyone If you really care about some person, even if it's your own self, you will not be bad or evil to anyone.
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gutter dove 2h
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Mark Scrivener 2h
THE TRAVELLING TALES These are the stories from The endless empires of the soul: The tales of all dreamtimes, The rumourings that come From west of the moon, And east of the sun.
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Elizabeth Moura 2h
We lost her here, where the milkweed trembles when there is no wind. Always looking down, a friend of spiders & beetles, she stumbled over paths no one else saw. She embraced all life especially the wet butterflies, who stared back at her as they broke free.
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sincerely me. 10h
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Wes7.0 (Writer/Poet) 13h
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Eileen Choquette 2h
The Meaning Of Life Rich and Deep. Not a joke. Or social experiment. To breathe in. To breathe out. To live. To love. To help others. It ebbs, it flows, it is! ,
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Sunfire77 Jun 17
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Cory Flemming 41m
The Billy Buttons extends troublingly above the Black Mamba pit. Will it survive another arduous round?
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Anthony Rhead 4h
Until the world by my window became some say curse, I say heaven wonder becomes this reference of frame
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Mark Scrivener 2h
THE TRAVELLING TALES The spoken story is the wise one's way, The image having depth beyond first sense As through the form and fabled meaning Moves more than abstract thought can say.
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