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1940s moaning midnights sultry seclusion sibylline seduction ______ 1950s unexpected news whirlwind wedding
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Do you really have enough cash? Why do you try to look expensive? Don't become broke because of material possessions. Don't get into debt to appear expensive.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
I’ll Never Tell There’s been no change no matter the source, Day after day, those things fighting within me of course.
By Dan R Fowler2 years ago in Poets
Unopened doors left knocked The blood I own made of rock and stone Better leave me alone No to my heart I Miss YoU So we have to go apart
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
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By Cyrus2 years ago in Poets
In ancient lands where valour bloomed, Two clans entwined, their fate consumed. Pandavas, noble, five in kin, Kauravas, fierce, their strife begins.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Oh my dear It used to be real But, now you are my only fear I am losing that feel we used to fight for love that would indeed please us
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain2 years ago in Poets
Avonlea’s Kindred Treasure Robin’s red breast Is the tresses of thee And forest eyes Taketh in all it can of ugly me.
By Ava D. 2 years ago in Poets
