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The Piano

poem by Robert Gold

The Piano It was a cool summer evening, when me and a friend were taking a walk Whenever we were together, all we ever seemed to do was talk Hours and hours, paying no attention to the clock However, I let her talk the most, bec... Read more

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DP Carroll Edit

poem by Miss Ann Ominous

I like poems hymns and carols, I did until your name popped up the same lyrics with a new title, Same context and shuffled sentences. If you love her so much can’t you pay her more attention. This poetic repetition mak... Read more

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Poem review

poem by Meesh Milphy

I cuddle the pain with open arms And kiss the aching desires of my misery For I see this as enchanting charms That bewitched my soul with mystic mystery I crave the peace that quiets my thoughts Gentle and tranquil that untie... Read more

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Ecstasy

poem by Miss Ann Ominous

Ecstasy E’sy E’sy Weekend E’s of fun, Recreational E’s more than one. Es ive not slept, felt desires-an guilty pleasures loved up with E’s, let’s drink tea with pinky fingers. More ... Read more

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Ecstasy

poem by Miss Ann Ominous

Ecstasy E’sy E’sy Weekend E’s of fun, Recreational E’s more than one. Es ive not slept, felt desires-an guilty pleasures loved up with E’s, let’s drink tea with pinky fingers. More ... Read more

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RICH MAN POOR MAN

poem by Kenvil Atkins

Oh precious money giver of all good and unholy things where have the rich man stored his wealth, through toil and sweat or malice and greed, strife and hunger miseries and death the heart continue to collect its reward Give me more ... Read more

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REQUEM THE FINAL ...

poem by Kenvil Atkins

Life is but an empty dream lying motionless on his back, gazing to the sky A blank expression of nothing on his face, time and space had die Breathing steadily eyes open wide, staring into the silent unknown world Distance voices d... Read more

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The Secret Storm

poem by Stone Fox

The right handed division was busy keeping the left hand’s low moral contained somewhere out of sight. This gilded fable of flame and glory clouded the horizon. The darkest recesses of the Deep Blue began stalking our bea... Read more

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Glory

poem by Stone Fox

Tonight I will be naked so you can witness me in all my glory. No touch burns greater than that of your eyes. I can feel my blood rush under my skin to a burning glow where your eyes linger.. Time has no meaning when we... Read more

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Beast of Burden

poem by Stone Fox

He halted.. Sniffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts, shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I hoped ... Read more

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Time gets Physica...

poem by Stone Fox

The counting of the human heartbeat per-second is the truest form of physical expression for Time itself. When Time gets physical the dreamers suffer most, while the Immortals whisper through the Legends like wind. Read more

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Call Me Medusa

poem by Stone Fox

These sleazy intentions seem to kill more than those so-called "reported" serial orgasms. To say, -off the record- that you give me both... feels very disturbingly corrupt yet thats not why you see me blushing. can... Read more

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LOOK YOUR OWN HEA...

poem by alexis karpouzos

''I want to open up the heart of humanity, i want to know what's inside her'' ''Look your own heart. you're a collection from angels and demons, fairies and monsters, a eternal battle is taking place within you''. By day an... Read more

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does it matter if...

poem by Marco Bo

by these forgotten suburbs of the world sitting absorbed looking at the sky as children on a summer day immense words and silences which intail and include the infinite good to feel loved simply for being alive and nothing more... Read more

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The rain

poem by Nemo Nemees

The pitter patter of rain, Dresses me up like mother. I do not look beautiful, I look soaked in my freedom. I look rugged and vengeful. I look as though I could be, The mortal who tore the sky. E.N Read more

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Smashing memories...

poem by Talal Uddin

You, I think, in my thinking/ That is why, I stopped my discussion with Rudyard Kipling/ Hitherto, I am waiting & waiting/ When will you come & water in my sapling?/ When birds chirp, the earth moves/ And the sun rises/ People start j... Read more

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Preeminent Man

poem by David MaxOptimism

Muscly men often ponder my romantic wanders, I’m not handsome nor chipped to suit athletic plunders— podgy of gut... that’s me, when my virile assail them they think I’m but a runt. I say:... Read more

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Infinitesimal, Di...

poem by Rhys Lee

Arising like storms in the desert— generated by humidity or love, I know not— but tangible to be almost grasped in my hands like ropes that hold or strangle, but confusion reigns regardless, and I am lost. One is ... Read more

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Phoenix, Arizona

poem by Rhys Lee

In the darkness, when we can’t see each other— above the orbs of light closest to us— in the abyss of dark dense enough to be hell, flashes of light emerge like God creating, some appearing almost transparen... Read more

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No More Rain

poem by D'Vina Dietrich

The rain has finished. Yet, dark clouds remain. All light diminished. Everything astray... Cool tones kiss the surface With lips of blight. Chilled with somber curses, Drained of all delight. Screams of suffering Everyt... Read more