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The fog, vaguely opalescent, settles on your horns. Invisible, draped with spirit-mist, reminiscent of stag's antlers hung with forest mossby intoothandclaw 12 lines, 7 comments, on Aug 16 12:43 AM. In Personal, Abstract, Prose poem, Life, Love, Thoughts
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She had an esoteric way of thinking, the sort of philosophy that belongs in libraries elite and rather fanciful. In her somewhat expressionby Shadow Anonymised 8 lines, 20 comments, on Jul 29 9:29 AM. In shadowprincess, contest, prose poem
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by Harrisham Minhas 35 lines, 15 comments, on Jun 4 5:05 PM. In Prose poem
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Talismans lie glittering before me, cast across a primal blackness of cosmic artistry, that infinite emptiness of potential. The winking cat's-eye turns in its setting, twisting the silver serpents into twining wires. Their iby intoothandclaw 12 lines, 6 comments, on Jan 17 5:40 AM. In Freewrite, Prose poem, Personal, Life, Thoughts
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A needful caterwauling awoke a desperate longing in my soul but I couldn't reach out of the burning fire to grasp the howling of the fog. I stood and watched as the hour fell upon the moonlight spear, carven from desolate oakby intoothandclaw 22 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 16 11:21 PM. In Prose poem, Abstract, Freewrite, Personal, Spiritual, Dark, Thoughts
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[A revision of my poem "Unsung California dreamin'." & my ]
[insignificant tribute to Ginsberg, Burroughs, & Kerouac. ]by SupremeDreamer 81 lines, on Dec 15 3:15 PM 2008. In Prose Poem, Free Verse, Society, Thoughts, Other -
I guess I don't really need anything...
I need you.by consequenceofsound 1 lines, on Oct 15 12:05 AM 2008. In Prose Poem, Letter, Personal, Thoughts, Message -
Her eyes have always reminded me of that bogwater green the sky turns when a bad storm is about to break, especially when she's angry and silent, brooding like those self-same colored clouds. She's doing that now-- making me
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Dressed in his farmer's coveralls,
with pencil, notepad, matches, coin purseby poetrandy 27 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 22 9:00 PM 2008. In Contest, Contemporary, Prose Poem, Humor, Life, Love, Nature, Memories -
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You are alone in a world which despises you,
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Charmed with beauty, battered by noise
unease rippled through a dying art;by wbiro 2734 lines, 21 comments, on May 15 1:54 AM 2008. In Contemporary, History, Abstract, Prose Poem -
there once was a storm that decimated the forest. the rain hammered fragile tree branches and flooded their roots. fire fell from heaven in
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I keep remembering how you guided my fingertips to feel and hearby Cool Jew 14 lines, 5 comments, on May 3 12:06 AM 2008. In Contemporary, Prose Poem, Love, Music, Weird
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She—looking sharp today
Blue suit—blackby Amy Meneses 24 lines, 16 comments, on Dec 5 11:00 AM 2007. In Prose Poem -
may the universe be a mind unto itself,frame form spurning former formal form frames as fresh fusion transforms confusion into a cohesiveby Jonathan ROBIN 39 lines, 25 comments, on Jun 18 11:43 AM 2007. In Prose Poem, Thoughts, Spiritual, Other, Life
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He repeats the same joke, over and over, trying different punch lines, till he can find the one that makes me laugh. He calles me a pickle
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