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    My Best for my first
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    All right, for the first poem I am posting up here, it shall be my best. I have written some awesome poetry, but none shall surpass this...if it does, then ...


    Soyala Amaya - Dec 13, 2004 - 6 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Why me?
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    Why do you hold me back all the time? All I want is your approval. Hold me back and I'll snap. But you stretch me anyway Push me in one ...


    InnerTurmoil - Dec 13, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Cutting Edge
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    I wrote this poem at work, about work. (I'm working at a CompUSA) language pg-13 Cutting EdgeWireless, high-speed internetBluetooth, PDA, HP, PalmOneplays mp3, wva, avi, and bmpWindows Compatable!check stocks, collect ...


    WinterGrimm - Dec 12, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The Man at Station Four
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    The Man at Station Four He may have always been there, The man at station four - He sits there like a marble ghost, And looks at the polished floor. ...


    bubblewrapped - Dec 11, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The City at the End of the Hall
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    k guys, i know it's long...but i really like it...lol. Please read it!! it wants your help desperately!! -penny The City at the End of the Hall The lights in ...


    penny - Dec 7, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The ballad of moon and son
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    Days and nights and eons ago the sun ran away from the moon. he went to parts unknown--the universe he said, was his oyster. mama moon didn't know what he ...


    A.O. Avalon - Dec 5, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Alexis
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    This is Alexis, be gentle with her, she's very fragile, and I'm hoping to get a few more poems out of her. ___________________________________________________ At the spot in the room where ...


    A.O. Avalon - Dec 3, 2004 - 1 min read

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    She opened her door, Inviting him in, Never really knowing, He wasn't there to help. He came in and smiled, Looked around then sat down, Turned on the TV, Didn't ...


    Chevy - Dec 3, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Across The Dreams
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    The mist rose at midnight, gathering, turning into shape. A man could be seen. Rowing across dreams. The passage across life takes time. But what is more rewarding, than traveling ...


    Dreami - Dec 2, 2004 - 1 min read

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    Come. Steal away my agony and pain. Bear me to a place fair to look upon And leave me there to the glowing starlight. Leave me to the butterflies that ...


    Skye - Dec 2, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Eventually Falling
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    I'm climbing the ladder, Finally reaching the top, I'm afraid to look down, So I can see who's watching. The crowd cheers me on, They love what they see, It's ...


    Chevy - Dec 2, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Adventures in Yellow
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    Yesterday I saw you in all your glory: A frayed yellow towel around your midriff As you sped after my snarling dog (He was chasing your kitty, after all). And ...


    marzipan - Dec 1, 2004 - 2 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Nature poem type thing
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    Does it work here?!?!? I don't really know. In the air, Between the trees, You can feel The cool morning breeze. Up in the trees, A bird if born. Off ...


    Drizzt - Nov 25, 2004 - 1 min read

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Long Sleeves
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    She cuts herself to vent the pain, alleviate the strain, everydays the same. When she gets tired of life, her salvations the knife, become it's slave, it's master and it's ...

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    darko - Nov 25, 2004 - 1 min read

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    He swigs on his can, watching out for the Merc, Another client telling his wife he's been held back at work. His spouce sits legs crossed, in PVC boots, Needing ...

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    darko - Nov 23, 2004 - 2 min read


here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a treee called life; which grows higher than the soul can home or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
— e.e. cummings