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So this is mostly my work but i did have someone help me with editing and re-wording. A couple of the lines in this are Springrains or June and actully ...

Apologies for the shortness of this poem but as they say, quality, not quantity! It's self explanatory really, any critique is obviously encouraged as usually. Please tell me any grammar ...

This was writen in a weird way so idk and there may be ( lets say there is a lot of mistakes. more in punctuation than anything lol) but ya ...

first thing you might notice in this poem is grammar and a few other things it all has a point. My inner editor was killed on a sun shiny day ...

here in this illustrous grove grows a silver tree right now a little sapling tender from a seed inside of me and then the winds of change shall whisper wondrous ...

I haven't written poetry in a while. This is sorta a rewrite of another of my poems that I wrote for NaPoWriMo (which I failed horribly at). I'll provide the ...

Blackened pots filled, With a liquid pure and quiet. A flame erected from a torch, And everything grew quiet. The miserable mistress, Waited with some hope. With this be the ...

je souhaite Two people threw coins into the recesses of a wishing well. One wished for love: the love that doesn't die, true love and life love and all love ...

I loved her till the day she died When I found out I sat and cried. Inside my room I stayed alone, All I did was weep and moan. And ...

The Monster Her rhythm is steady Breathe in, breathe out Unmoving on pillows Her serenity, no doubt From a window creaking A monster slinks in Sparkle in his eye Resolution ...

Just a few poems. I’d love opinion and critiques. Thanks for reading. Hedonistic Gilbert; Most of my days are spent scraping stains off pants and shirts. Hot sauce crust, Mustard ...

Any grammar issues are the character's voice. - Down in the state of Georgia I killed ten thousand men. I’d never felt so high, so free Since I don’t know ...

A Christmas Story It was the night before Christmas In a dark corner of the house Jackson Blake was stirring Quietly as a mouse Creeping on tiptoes Sneaking like a ...

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All you people sitting up high, wondering what poor person to make cry. I give you a goal for this life, to try to understand our strife. It can't hurt ...