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Ringo_rules987

  • My First Love Poem, "Remind Me"

    I'm not a love poet by nature, but I figured I'd give it a shot. This is what came out of me. Don't sugarcoat any comments please. Remind Me A ...

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  • Sonnet of a Failed Mother

    Sonnet of a Failed Mother She gave birth to her child Oh loved him she did Her words were so mild Feelings were soon rid She lost her soft emotions ...

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  • My Coffee Cup

    My Coffee Cup The dregs in my coffee cup Resemble something I lost Swirling into your face Leaving once I look Why do they go? On diff’rent lands do you ...

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  • A Failed Mother

    A Failed Mother She gave birth to her beautiful boy, Loved him with all of her heart. Whispered loving, mild words When he wailed at night. Time went on and ...

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  • Feeble Creature

    Feeble Creature Look at that filthy thing on the ground What right does it have to live? Laugh and spit in its tearstained face Curse, condemn it to hell Make ...

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  • Word Travels

    Word Travels I heard there was a God above And that his grace was great. He’d offer many gifts, But it was so hard to believe. The baffled king went ...

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  • Perhaps

    Perhaps I heard there was a secret note Not sharp, nor flat That legends wrote. But no one cared for music At the time. Perhaps this is really true. With ...

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  • Over the Nights and Morns

    Over the Nights and Morns I saw the homeless woman always starving on the streets While twenty floors above her a greedy rich man drinks Now I wish that I ...

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  • Scarlet Knuckles

    Scarlet Knuckles It started with a chair That tied me to the Earth. One figure, one person Laughed as I screamed. I couldn’t once escape From my wooden prison. Two ...

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  • My Writing's No Good

    My Writing’s No Good My doubtful mind is a dry well. There is no fresh rain at all. The bank of ideas is spent, And all resources are lost. My ...

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  • One in Need

    One in Need I see a sack of arrogance you filled with joyful air. Its air that you devoured, is like a greedy sinkhole dragging the Earth into hell. I ...

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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien