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  • Poetry » Narrative
    The ballad of moon and son
    7

    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
    Alexis
    14

    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

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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 - Fri Dec 03, 2004 1:34 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Across The Dreams
    14

    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
    6

    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
    11

    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
    9

    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
    12

    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

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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 - Tue Nov 23, 2004 6:48 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Innocence
    8

    There was talk of connection, There were bowed heads and sighs. There was talk of deception, Yet I could see through the lies. There was talk of abduction, There were ...

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    darko - Tue Nov 23, 2004 2:59 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    A Girl Dies in Boston
    13

    He sat on the window sill,He closed his eyes and cried.He had never felt so alone before,Until yesterday when his sister happened so suddenly,No one thought her life would end ...


    Chevy - Sun Nov 21, 2004 8:38 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Crime Scene Investigation
    14

    It was the hottest kind of sticky city day, and the first dark stain they found proved not to be blood but a cherry ice pop, dropped and melted from ...


    faith - Sat Nov 20, 2004 8:12 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Oni
    10

    Hey everyone! I'm really horrible at categorizing poetry but I'm pretty sure this one fits in here. This poem was my baby for a long time and I think I've ...


    aisu_ookami - Fri Nov 19, 2004 2:48 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    The Gates
    118

    stars whispered, gates closed. fear mounted, as red sun rose. a new day dawned, a battle won. people mourned, for what had begun. ... I would post the next verse ...


    -KayJuran- - Mon Nov 15, 2004 10:47 am


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