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cassidy Jun 13
Who in the is also apart of the ? I want to interact with more poets, especially those who have a similar style to my writing! ☁️
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Sein Ares Jun 11
Dead of the night I slept with a light I wished for the stars In every day's flight I dreamed of a world A wonderous world Of freedom and sight In my darkest world And now I stand In this land, In this world, A stranger, All alone A stranger!
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Katrina Nutter. 🌿 Jun 13
I’m at that point where I want to talk and talk and talk, but want to keep my lips sealed. To not open my gates of sadness and anger. But poetry helps.
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 13
Dichotomies dripping blurring what was Sliding in your darkness sipping Fitting oh so perfectly, because Oh welcome to my Midnight sun Where all is not what it seems Our pens scribe what we become Collecting stars as they dreams
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Kimalee Finelli Jun 17
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JAnn Bowers Jun 11
Please don't forget me Only if you care... Everything around us... Turned to love Remember us - You and I ... as one Photo by _KoniG_
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Jenee Jun 12
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Wildie Jun 13
Cool mountain forest, I love to laugh and skip and bubble over your gritty, rocky floor. My carefree energy is harnessed, gentle guide, along your steady path. Happily closed in your embrace, I promise to kiss away life's rough edges.
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Jane Dougherty Jun 13
Midnight in the colour of damp days of little hope the cramped cringing curl in the corner of fear in the darkness beneath the eyes in the livid reproach of bruises on arms hidden by long sleeves.
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Poet Called R_ Jun 12
‘Waves chained to the moon’ 🌊 🌒
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ry reed Jun 12
If she says she's tired, help her have a break by taking her to spa or if you're broke by doing some of her errands for the week. She really needs down and will appreciate any little thing you do.
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Peace Jun 10
The rose and the thorn, and sorrow and gladness are linked together. Saadi
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Artisancta 💭 Jun 13
Humanity marches on, The parade of wins Blowing victory horns. No turning back, since Those yet to be born Cannot know the sins We left behind, the scorn Of which we think bygone, But it's here now; so begins Our judgment's dawn.
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HU-SAM Jun 18
Fellow writers Am I wrong? It goes like that 😂 coffee then everything else
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Juliette van der Molen Jun 11
I had to choose the safest path for the long game... -Kate Garrett, The saint of milk and flames This poem hit me where I live. It speaks to anyone treading that scary path-- so many memories. Did you have a favorite poem?
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loving_insanely Jun 12
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Nicholas Trandahl🏕✍🏻 Jun 12
Pipe smoke, bourbon, and reading out on the back deck this evening. A little bit of stillness, a little bit of calmness. A whole lot of pondering.
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Kim Ridgeon Jun 13
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Stephen G. Rae Jun 12
walking the same path not the same path
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Harlequin Grim Jun 13
We are no more free than the ghosts we sense who wander listless all hollowed and rent. Do you hear their music? Low cellos and soft screams in the still rise of nightmares and hiding in our dreams.
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