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Random First Lines:I composed this poem as a short summary of my views on the current situation in the early 21st century on the Israel/Palestine reformation since... » Read
This is a poem call New Vision I just wrote it in my free timeâ€¦I donâ€™t have much to say ,just read and comment and let me know whether you like it or not.:) Njoy!!
"The world is turning; I hope it don't turn away." - Niel Young
This poem is about that dark place we all go into once in a while, and just need to see the light desperately.
True Poetry's new vision...the power of love
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By Shaktima Brien
Angelina, the author's alter ego, embarks a creative journey through men, art, books, Zen, Tantra, Psyche, and Goddess medicine,
Executive by day, lover by night, Angelina hunts for men and business in hope of finding love and success. Convinced that she is more than a daughter, a lover or a...
This short narrative is simply about a speaker talking to his audience.
This is a poem I wrote for the late Carl Sagan, a scientist, astronomer and so much more that I have much respect for. He was responsible for many space endeavors to include the pioneer plaque, voyager space probe and SETI to name just a few. I have read many of his books and find that he was a...
This poetry highlights the significance of dreadful shadows casted over your emotions when you flunk to stand upto the expectations of dear ones around!!
Three love stories in New Yorm from 2001 to 2006.
By Georgina V Solly
Only the good die young.
By Miss Necrosica
A visionary dream I had about the Egyptian God Anubis.
By Ke Caldwell
This poem was derived from a dream I had one night. I am a new struggling Christian and before sleep that I night I prayed for God to guide. Things in my life were becoming quite complicated and I needed help.
One crucial aspect of the dream has been left out of the poem. In my poem I talk...
By Thunder Native
This poem is about a vision that I received when I was 17 while visiting a Lakota Sioux Reservation in Kyle, South Dakota. My name was given to me then, and my spirit animal as well.
By Lachlan R Dale
A stream-of-consciousness piece that pour from me one afternoon. Resembled visionary prose poetry.