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Gaol
GAOL Today I saw a flower crushed beneath the weight of life as if, a life were not a chance but chain, and all the world a man to put ...
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Chess is for Lovers
This is in the same vein as my other poem, Gaol, though hopefully this one will get more feedback! I'm not sure it's as strong as the other, but there ...
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Freedom's Price
FREEDOM'S PRICE Twice walked I, upon a land so beauteous, as tore my soul to contemplate a lesser place should even be, exist at all. A pride, thought I, not ...
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Northern Lights (Haiku)
For those of you who don't know what a Haiku is, it's a form of Japanese poetry that has to be 5,7,5 syllables long in each of three lines respectively. ...
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Splinter
This is a very... involved poem. The rhythm, and how it related to the content (especially the last few lines) are very important, and a bit hard to understand. I ...
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Endings (for Snoink!)
Snoink wrote:Gah... you have such a dry tone. Why can't you be angsty and overdramatic like everyone else? Just for you, m'dear. ENDINGS Look out your world escapes, between the ...
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A Question of Loyalty
I don't know how many of you are Christian, and how many aren't, but it doesn't really matter; all this poem requires is a little sympathy for the mindset of ...
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Response
RESPONSE He woke to find your letter in his hand, crossword-cryptic, and without a name; wandering, the way that poets do with teary script like roses in the rain. The ...
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Beautiful Imperfections
BEAUTIFUL IMPERFECTIONS Speak to my soul in a blaze of flaws; a shining glory of twisted possibilities, tears and shattered glass - fissures in a skyscraper. Find me in a ...
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How Not To Make a Human
This is what we back on the home forum call a remix: taking someone else's title or inspiration or opening line and turning it into something different. If you want ...
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easter
easter but when I added the salt, I thought "my first boiled egg at home alone" and knew it might not be alright perhaps I'll burn my fingers; just so ...
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Return
You know the subject. RETURN It wasn't as if you left your house in order: hell in a handcart would be more appropriate, holding your headache in your hands through ...
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Gambling in Paris
Don't shout at me, I'm only here for a few minutes! Have fun; here's my contribution for the day/week/until I'm back. Loads of good stuff going on around here. GAMBLING ...
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Juliet Half-Pint
I'll be away again for a week, so make sure you give me lots of nice advice and nasty criticism to come back to. Love you all, etc etc blah ...
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Un-
Read it, hopefully understand it. Then comment. You know the drill. UN- On the beach at Aberdaron there was a man giving donkey rides to little children. When the police ...
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Greengage Girl
So, I wrote this and figured I'd record it, just for fun and because I haven't recorded anything for a long time. Couldn't quite get it to turn out as ...
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Lens
LENS My life revolves around Rod Stewart and his hopeless optimism, cascading over my cut strings and broken back as I lie in bed next to this week's dream, this ...
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Cantilever
Hey, guys: I know it's been a while since I wrote anything. I don't know, it's just kind of hard to get motivation for it, somehow - when I look ...
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Saint Valentine's Day Massacre
Aye, well. Criticism appreciated; I like the idea on this one, want to make it as good as possible. SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY MASSACRE Today I am the terrorist of love, ...
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The Art of Looting Heaven
I have been struggling rather, of late, and it shows. My apologies for this rather pathetic effort. THE ART OF LOOTING HEAVEN I sat down, and the first thing that ...
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Magic
MAGIC The magician drinks quietly alone at the back of the bar. He does not hate them all, but in his bones he is tired of favors, tired of seeing ...
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The Devil's Eyes
THE DEVIL'S EYES The man looked up uncertainly at God and said, "I'm sure you're getting too many sixes."
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Fortune's Fool
Letters never sent, conversations that never happened, events that never had a chance to happen. Don't you love what ifs? Couldn't you live on them alone? FORTUNE'S FOOL She called ...
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Leaving Home
Indeed, too long. I'm out of practice, I'm afraid, so apologies for the many problems you'll probably find with this one. [pre]LEAVING HOME This is where the cordon ends: the ...
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Valediction
I'm sorry for how bad it is, folks, I think my poetry gland has the 'flu or something. Not unusually. Valediction I love to be the moment man: the one ...
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For Eva, Dreaming
You know what, I'm just going to keep raping the forum with my poetry until I get some input XD FOR EVA, DREAMING I dated a crap poet back in ...
