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be patient don't rush, take it slow let the wind blow. feel the breeze through your hair, just feel it know one cares. to many things to rush not enough ...
dallas - Oct 9, 2005 - 1 min read
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"Wicked creatures are abroad" said old man Leonard Gob "monsters!" cred the child "monsters are much more mild. "Attorneys stock the day lawyers are evil creatures in every way! a ...
zelithon - Oct 9, 2005 - 1 min read
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On his Birthday.... We were three months past our date, The first green Saturday night lounge, Where we met...and here was his birthday. The red roses, the candles, the wine; ...
torsa_n_muse - Oct 9, 2005 - 2 min read
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Chocolate Twirls and Licorice Gobs, Packets of candy and big toffee globs, OOOH such wonderful things! I bow down to candy, my grateful king. These are the things I know ...
FireGirl - Oct 9, 2005 - 1 min read
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Poem, a mear word, a fragmentation, Of the wonderful feeling, the sensation, Of writing thoughts, to share with others, To give to fathers, to give to mothers. Poem, a strong ...
FireGirl - Oct 9, 2005 - 1 min read
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He looked at me I stared back. He scratched his nose I stared back. He rubbed his hair I stared back. He smiled a bit I stared back. He yawned ...
Snoink - Oct 9, 2005 - 1 min read
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The fisherman and his daughter, Walked along the sand, They spoke of the water, Together, hand in hand. That day he had brought her, His motherless daughter, Down by the ...
4evadreamin - Oct 8, 2005 - 1 min read
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This poem is written in a Geordie accent. Some people (especially Americans) won't understand because I've done it in over the top broad Geordie... Erm, for those of you who ...
4evadreamin - Oct 8, 2005 - 2 min read
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"if I Died" If I died the kids that I sit with at lunch at school would say "That's that's too bad" and "awww" and "I never liked her anyway" ...
zelithon - Oct 8, 2005 - 1 min read
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This poem is aimed at younger children, and may also be a song...any comments? I wish of wishes, of wishes themselves. Of horses and turtles, lions and elves. Of trees ...
FireGirl - Oct 8, 2005 - 2 min read
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Mist and rain, May bring pain Thunder and lightning May be frightening, Sleet and frost Is when i'll feel lost, But when your here The sun is near. I'm not ...
Angel17 - Oct 8, 2005 - 1 min read
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lie irreversibly as distant fallen fences against white winter, as though the angle of repose is the imperative lesson, there has never I love that line... Wow...this poem is great...just ...
FireGirl - Oct 8, 2005 - 1 min read
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You say your sorry, as you look in my eyes, The marks on your wrist, Bleed as you cry. You fall to the ground, as you sit on your knees, ...
kutestuff003 - Oct 7, 2005 - 1 min read
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sakura And, Now Ladies and Gentelmen Death has come The Black Pariah of crackling ashes, rolling clouds of serpent dust The Hounds lick my feet and fingers edging me up ...
Caligula's Launderette - Oct 7, 2005 - 1 min read
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Girl: Hey I didn't know CL could write narrative poetry. Guy: Neither did I, kinda wierd don't cha think? ME: Hey you, ya you over there, I am right here! ...
Caligula's Launderette - Oct 7, 2005 - 2 min read