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  • Poetry » Dramatic
    peppermint whispers (16+)
    6

    peppermint whispers ‘please’ her eyes defiant I know she wants me the way she cocked her head licked her lips beckoned me to the stairwell her costume revealing just enough ...


    Galatea - Tue Dec 14, 2004 1:42 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Bloodloss
    11

    The jab cross to your nose makes something give way it bleeds a lot Your nose Your face is smeared with the stuff grotesque really no crimson droplets glistening like ...


    Myriadne - Mon Dec 13, 2004 7:52 pm

  • Poetry » Narrative
    My Best for my first
    12

    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 » Other
    jungle waltz
    4

    take great care with the landscaping, the cement steps and the oil-linked fences a careful leveling is occurring, a self-sustaining puppet, a billboard satellite state, one more paved-street america— toxic ...


    Galatea - Mon Dec 13, 2004 8:56 am

  • 5

    “Trust not him that hath once broken faith; he who betrayed thee once, will betray thee again.” You are (were) the One You materialized Something like a déjà vu dream ...


    Galatea - Mon Dec 13, 2004 8:54 am

  • Poetry » Dramatic
    Guitar at Midnight
    13

    He plays guitar Songs that speak to my soul Tug at the stiches Holding my heart together Eyes closed But smouldering Straining to sing truth He plays guitar Tenderly and ...


    Galatea - Mon Dec 13, 2004 8:49 am

  • Poetry » Other
    Yangtze Home
    4

    sea of green and one lone grey building stands mute amongst the reeds lonely, broken, empty home free from the burden of a family, soulless and eternal lazy drifts by ...


    Galatea - Mon Dec 13, 2004 8:36 am

  • Poetry » Other
    The Li river
    4

    Beautiful Li's husband was sent away to help build the Great Wall. She was hearbroken. Everyday she would climb to the top of a hill with her child in arms ...


    Galatea - Mon Dec 13, 2004 8:30 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Why me?
    8

    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 » Lyrical
    Metamorphoses
    6

    This poem contain mythical allusions and are from Ovid's Metamorphasis. Hense the title. Its a great classic work that has been overlooked in favor of such plays and epic poems ...


    WinterGrimm - Mon Dec 13, 2004 2:18 am

  • Poetry » Narrative
    Cutting Edge
    9

    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

  • 5

    Can you hear me now I have nothing left to lose I'm naked and broken my scars shinning in the moonlight I'm so tired of fighting each day just to ...


    Wulie - Sun Dec 12, 2004 2:54 pm

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Waiting to Exhale
    15

    I know there's a movie called Waiting to Exhale, though I've never seen it, and the title captured my interest. So I wrote something and used that title. Thanks to ...


    bubblewrapped - Sun Dec 12, 2004 10:03 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    echo bubbles
    6

    echo clinks of water on chains of concrete forming slivers of the false world false world which can't sing you in your silver shoes with the silver rain leaving metallic ...


    Liz - Sun Dec 12, 2004 4:14 am

  • Poetry » Lyrical
    Transience
    3

    Trying a different form...I quite like it. Stream-of-consciousness-ish. Definitely promotes inspiration, anyway. Transience a footprint in the sand or the imprint of a fingertip in the icing of a cake, ...


    bubblewrapped - Sun Dec 12, 2004 2:09 am


I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart; I am, I am, I am.
— Sylvia Plath