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  • Poetry » Narrative
    My Best for my first

    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 - Mon Dec 13, 2004 6:29 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Why me?

    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 - Mon Dec 13, 2004 5:18 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Cutting Edge

    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 - Mon Dec 13, 2004 2:05 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The Man at Station Four

    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 - Sun Dec 12, 2004 1:32 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The City at the End of the Hall

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

    penny - Tue Dec 07, 2004 5:46 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The ballad of moon and son

    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 - Mon Dec 06, 2004 1:55 am

  • Poetry » Narrative

    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 - Fri Dec 03, 2004 5:04 pm

  • 10

    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 - Fri Dec 03, 2004 1:34 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Across The Dreams

    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 - Fri Dec 03, 2004 2:18 am

  • 4

    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 - Thu Dec 02, 2004 10:35 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Eventually Falling

    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 - Thu Dec 02, 2004 5:48 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Adventures in Yellow

    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 - Thu Dec 02, 2004 4:22 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Nature poem type thing

    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 - Thu Nov 25, 2004 8:05 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Long Sleeves

    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 - Thu Nov 25, 2004 7:37 pm

  • 17

    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 - Tue Nov 23, 2004 6:48 pm

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