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To die a glorious death—in awe of William Buttler Yeats and with a thanks to Chris Rea. Look beyond that tumult in the sky, look beyond an airman’s death.
By Peter Rose9 years ago in Poets
The note stared me in my face “Get out now, while you still can” I let the words set in like a stone And looked up, wondering the boy’s plan
By Jeniah Clarke9 years ago in Poets
When the truth continues to knock on the door of your heart, Let it in When it starts rearranging your thoughts It will get uncomfortable
By Winnie Rugamba9 years ago in Poets
Miles turn into hours Hours turn into days Days turn into weeks Weeks turn into months Years later I am still on the run
By Jasmine Davis9 years ago in Poets
Can you hear the thunder? Roaring so loud like my heart beat. Can you hear the rain? Pouring down like my tears. Can you feel the wind
By Karri Duperron9 years ago in Poets
For everything lost, another one gained. My prized box set for a black and blue hip. Sure, he took, but never for nothing.
By Pen Princess9 years ago in Poets
to those who feel to those who feel deeply to those that are moved by the wind by the greenness of the trees to those that find beauty in the flying of the birds
And I want to write a fantasy novel Marry a rockstar And tour the globe with a band And I want to own an apartment in Berlin
By Amy9 years ago in Poets
