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no other sunset is the same
the fresh clean air and the light blue skys
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Wild ride
down country roads
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as a child, i grew up in the pacific northwest
just north of seattle, near the foothills of the cascades
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Walking through the weeds and overgrown grass I see nothing but a lifeless town atop the hill. A dead existence. A town so small, you could
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This is a poem about an aye-aye. It's very informational.
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Home. The realm of existence I reside in.
Home. The place that I live.
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Coming home to an empty house,
one that has never felt like home.
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I’ve opened my eyes and welcomed the sunshine
This is the beginning of a new lifetime
by Amorita Maharaj
22 lines, 5 comments,
on Apr 4 6:19 AM 2008. In Family, Baby, New Life, Life, Joy, Love, Comfort, Home, Dreams, Eyes, Hope, Sunshine
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But we're just Detroit dreamers with our hopes set high
Hoping to grow up, get out, and somehow get by
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Coming back to an empty home,
No friendly cat or garden gnome,
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We all start from it
A home; A place- Belonging.
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With thin arms reaching towards the sky,
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The girl was depressed
The girl was alone
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My ol' Bonnie girl,
On her newly built, strong porch.
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Into the blue mountains I soar
outstretching wings broad like the eagles
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Home is where the heart is
That is what they say,
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Through shadows
and bent stalks
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I am home again and just a walk away from the falls.
Jessica holds my hand in the rain.
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by always feel pretty
15 lines,
on Feb 7 1:57 PM 2008. In Home, Hope, Pain, Life, Sad, Love, Personal, Friendship, Longing, Loss
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Glowing lights all around me
are good indicators of the happines within
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where i dream about, where i feel at peace
where i sing aloud, where i work at ease
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When things
Don't look so good
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They’ve covered rough-cut logs with
yellow brick, the new people have; cut
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1, 2, 3
Clicking my heels
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The howling winds
tell me a story of a sad lost child
by Athena Alexa
30 lines,
on Dec 25 8:18 PM 2007. In child, baby, home, heart, dreams, journey, quest, vision, time, stars, love, faith, hope
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My first attempt of a rhyming poem.
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My beautiful street
There’s nothing else
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The houses are on the edge, between two worlds, the magical and the all-too-real,
The train clatters past them. Where to? Who can know- or care?
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Hope this is a good entry!♥
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What great beauty is there here?
All is beautiful, my dear
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I'm so sorry I haven't taken care of you
and Tim the way I should.
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Watching the ripples on the pond
The sun a painted setting tint
by Beverlynohime
38 lines, 7 comments,
on Oct 23 10:42 PM 2007. In home, millhouse, Nature, Pond, Imagery, cute, Life, Thoughts, Personal, Self
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The end of the race is only the beginning of eternity.
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Canola breath
littering the air
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Why should i call this house a home
its like im around people and still feel alone
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