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brown shoes

poem by jose Valladares

She used to own a t-shirt She used to wear brown pair of shoes. Her favorite color was blue. She was smart, who loved to smile. She died in 1825, Porvoo, finland She experienced life for an instant, she once loved and... Read more

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WATER WATER WAT...

poem by Bejcek [POEWHIT]

Comes in a pill. Have your fill. All waters foul. Acid rain with owls. Can't ever have a drink. My skin just turned pink. Brain matter dull gray. Melting like ice every day. Don't feel very well. REALLY JUST LIKE - HOT HELL. ... Read more

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Life

poem by jose Valladares

Life is not all about serving others through work, life is perfecting the Self, it is the Great Work, the beginning and the end of all wisdom. The perfection of the self begins with simple baby steps, first, be humble, to acce... Read more

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Get Off Of Those ...

poem by Ronell Warren Alman

Get off of those streets They are filled with confusion Just leave those dark clouds behind Nothing but pure frustration When you live in a state of poverty Gloomy moments will appear Such a bitter disparity There is noth... Read more

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Those Walls Will ...

poem by Ronell Warren Alman

Those walls will close As opportunity passes you by Darkness is all you will see There sadly is no brightness in the sky You have wasted your life Everything has come apart Not a great situation You may not be able to ge... Read more

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A SMALL GLASS OF ...

poem by Bejcek [POEWHIT]

One small glass of water. The waiter said, "THAT WAS THE ORDER". In the pantry the man looked at me. We have no water, LET IT BE. What will I tell him, HIS MAJESTY ! OFF WITH MY HEAD, It seems to me. Oh your honor, the pantry sa... Read more

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She Is Sadly Lost

poem by Ronell Warren Alman

She is sadly lost And heading down a corruptive path Messing around with the wrong crowd She needs to find herself and come back Darkness surrounds her incessantly Family members are concerned for her safety The usage of n... Read more

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Therapist and Cli...

poem by JULIE LINDSEY

Once a week I walk up those stairs Trying to believe I will find one who cares. My mind is full of what I want to say, But then I freeze and seem to think a different way. I want to look you in the eye, I want to speak, maybe s... Read more

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Direction

poem by Andre Johnson

It's the first day of January And there's a cold in the air Your probably thinking well... It's that time of year! Well you kinda right.. But not the sort of cold that I fear The cold of a presence Passing or very near Th... Read more

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Simple bliss

poem by Edward shields

A piece of paper, floating! Drifting through the air. Like life, going through the motions. Expectations. Not knowing what's happening. You & me, doing what we have to. To survive in this world. This world ablivious to nature. ... Read more

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All That Is Left ...

poem by Ronell Warren Alman

All that is left are memories When a loved one sadly passes on One never really gets over the loss But, you must be strong Never forget what your mother taught you She always wanted you to do your best Just carry on with y... Read more

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Never

poem by John Carson

Twisting in the wind Tattered And torn Begging to be free Of the pain The fear The doubts As life swirls around me Tearing at my soul. Evil follows me Hiding in the shadows Waiting to devour me As I hurry along Ever one s... Read more

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Needless to say

poem by suzie lemons

My heartbeat remains unstable knowing you’re so far away. Read more

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Windows Are Closi...

poem by Ronell Warren Alman

Windows are closing Because, you have allowed opportunity to slip away Time will sadly pass on There is absolutely no one for you to blame You are living in a state of poverty And drowning deeply in sorrow If you do not ge... Read more

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Bushfire

poem by doug andersen

It comes again that telltale smell that hot and acrid, gritty smell, the first and subtle warning note feared herald of an earthly hell. And then that terrifying sight once seen a n'ere forgotten sight, coal black and boiling... Read more

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It's Not a Game

poem by Demi-Leigh Parker

This pain - will it ever fade? These flashbacks - will they ever cease? The tears - will they ever stop flowing? Brutal. Selfish. Rape isn't a game; It isn't a joke or a fad; It's a pressing issue, Something that should never ... Read more

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Letters to Summer...

poem by Mari Vienna

Dear Summertime, You are hanging upside-down from the tree in my front yard. You are running through fields as wild as the flowers that grow there. You are bliss and the days that I swear might never end. And you are the fairy lights... Read more

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How Esoteric?

poem by Ronell Warren Alman

How esoteric? No one could figure it out Mysterious and puzzling As situations come about The people are speaking But, there is lots of ambiguity Unless we remove these clouds No one will see clearly Read more

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The Hands

poem by Mari Vienna

I am scrolling through my phone before I write the stanzas.The Hands post a photo and type a “peace out” caption, deceivingly innocent behind a beanie and acne pocks The Hands that leaped out from behind mailboxes try t... Read more

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She Is No Longer ...

poem by Ronell Warren Alman

She is no longer there But, you can still hear her voice To guide and protect you And to help you make the right choice Never forget what she taught you She was always there Mother was forever sincere And she made her wo... Read more