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By Dead Men Dream
I wrote this for a poet/author. A dear friend who i know nothing about, sight unseen. Yet i am moved and touched often by her.
Poetry | Updated Feb 15, 2014 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Maryam Al Serkal
Stop crying your heart out
By Maryam Al Serkal
I wrote this when I wondered what will keep me standing.
Poetry | Updated Jan 14, 2014 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 2
By Steve Downes
Gossip Street is from my first collection of Poem The Pagan Field
also available on youtube
Poetry | Updated Oct 18, 2013 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
I wrote this because it was snowing outside.
Poetry | Updated Mar 25, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
By Alexander Mademochorites
After walking for miles and miles, he came upon a wooden panel. On it, was inscribed the following:
A beat poem about life. So, basically a stream of semi-related thoughts from my consciousness.
I think the skies beautiful.
Poetry | Updated Feb 24, 2013 | Reads: 12 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
A BAND OF COMEDY POETS
Poetry | Updated Feb 22, 2013 | Reads: 32 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By Carl Halling
As a Perfectly Foolish Young Man I Wanted - Part Two - Book One - Darling Fan and a Further Octet of Essays - Thomas Stearnes' Pilgrimage to East Coker
Article | Updated Feb 19, 2013 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 0
By Ava Rosien
Yearning for the talent of the classic poets.
Poetry | Updated Jan 27, 2013 | Reads: 14 | Comments: 5 | Likes: 9
'Snow is white' is a famous example of a basic factual sentence in the philosophy of language. Here the adjective and the noun are reversed. The point is that the reversal turns prose into poetry: the sentence 'white is the snow' does not represent a fact about the world; it brings a world...
Poetry | Updated Jan 25, 2013 | Reads: 11 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
By The Doorman
Inevitable present;Â home to the indians today.Â I've learned my lessons, stopped playing music to the plastic poets in the rain.Â They've all found their way, like I did in time, but both of them couldn't be here to stay with me and write dark blue little lines.Â So I...
I don't really have a moral behind this one! Normally I pick an emotion! I would call this my struggle of life, the search for answers and what I have learn't! I guess the moral is being a truth seeker will only ever end in you knowing less truth! Anyway I hope you enjoy it and take what ever...