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by gislanni 38 lines, 1 comment, on Sep 18 3:57 PM. In Contemporary, Personal, Prose Poetry, Love, Noguest
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I see her in my dreams vivid imagary
Running through my thougths like a stampede of wild horsesby Royal Flush 14 lines, 1 comment, on Aug 16 9:51 AM. In Automatic writing, Freewriting, Imagery, Personal, Prose poetry, Thoughts -
The sea is coming soon, the Workers of Spring told me the news. Dashing lines of aquamarine adopt the magic charms of last year's hapinness.by Justin3 16 lines, on May 11 9:13 AM. In Prose- poetry
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He tosses the Indian head gently in his hand. The rough edges smooth over themselves in patterns familiar to fingers, yet foreign to reasonby IcySpearQueen 0 lines, 2 comments, on Mar 19 12:34 AM. In Prose Poetry
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Prose Poem: Obsession/Confessionby Alek 0 lines, on Feb 17 10:08 PM. In Prose Poetry -
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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grounds, I crossed the street and forgot to look both ways. Wham,
bang Mr. Ott, a WW I veteran with only one arm, one eye and scarsby poetrandy 50 lines, 2 comments, on Aug 19 2:16 AM 2008. In Contest, Contemporary, prose poetry, Life, Nature, Spiritual, Thoughts, Weird -
"Mending Wall," "A road not taken," and other classic
Frost poems, make me sincerely jealous of his great talents!
Here was a man who coby poetrandy 19 lines, on Aug 18 3:23 PM 2008. In prose poetry, Contemporary, Hope, Humor, Life, Nature, Personal, Society, Thoughts -
The more we try to pin down exactly what creativity is,
the more it's real essence escapes us!by poetrandy 53 lines, 3 comments, on Aug 18 2:32 AM 2008. In Contest, Contemporary, prose poetry, Life, Nature, Spiritual, Thoughts, Weird -
I live in a shadowed religion, remembering sexual excitements, selfhood in evolution,
sad fairytales in lyrical life cycles of purple bub -
That year, winter crept up on her early, stealing away time and light like a thief. For two weeks she did not leave the bed except toby Karen Harper 8 lines, 1 comment, on Jan 15 4:12 PM 2007. In Hope, Life, Nature, Personal, Prose Poetry
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