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Looking at a cold, windy, evening in August.
Poetry | Updated Nov 23, 2015 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Viv Wade
It's not all about mists and mellow fruitfulness...
Poetry | Updated Nov 15, 2015 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 3
By Miles Prower
Just a poem that I decided to write quickly :)
the most important thing
Miscellaneous | Updated Nov 13, 2015 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
A short little poem about the coming winter, much less depressing than the stuff I've been posting lately! :)
Poetry | Updated Oct 30, 2015 | Reads: 9 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Kevin Rottweiler
Poetry | Updated Oct 22, 2015 | Reads: 8 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Eileen Mcbriar
WITH THE NIGHTS DRAWING IN AND THE TREES LOOKING BARE
AUTUMN HAS BEGUN WITH ALL OF IT'S WONDERFUL FARE
GHOSTLY HAUNTS AND BONFIRE NIGHT AWAIT US SOON
TO LIFT THE DEPRESSION AND GIVE US ALL A...
The reasons I love the upcoming season, fall.
Need Be a WEED...
Inspiration comes in many forms...sometimes it can be HUMOR...
A weed is a plant considered undesirable in a particular situation, "a plant in the wrong place".
Commonly plants unwanted in human-controlled settings ...
NEED BE A WEED...
By Melancholic Wisdom
Just because there are many who may look like you, doesn't mean that they are the same as you. There's only one, you, in existence. And weather or not your impact is small or big, someone is gonna remember you.
By Emmet Braun
Every raindrop is a tear from an angel in the clouds
By Liam Strong
Another poetry marathon entry, and I never thought this one was going to survive. If you can think of a title more befitting, by all means, share it! This is only a temporary one. Thanks, chaps!
By Anders Killington
Night was dawning but Ders was hoping for dawn. Fall had lost its vibrant orange, electric yellow, and ruby red colored leaves of Acadia National Park on family picnics. Adulthood changed Ders perspective of fall to resemble the barren trees and dead-end road of Mylesâ€™s empty...
A sort of dream about love, more imagination and fantasy than reality...a little sad.
Poetry | Updated Jan 12, 2015 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0