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The Soft Wind WhispersJourney with a pioneer family through the Civil War, prohibition, WWI.
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meggan79
(441) | So many falls I have taken in time
As high up this mountain of love I climb
There were times when I thought I found the one
And all the work I did just came undone
My goal always was to get to... |
lovelemonlee
(159) | When i was a sophomore, i worte a poem, which i still proud of it. Though It's very short, and not so good at rhyming, but for me who isn't really good at writing things, it is not easy. So today i... |
jdpartosa
(2639) | Home is a stepped-over-a-thousand-times doormat
with a worn out sign that says WELCOME!Perhaps home is the thin walls
where you overheard mommy and daddy fight and later come to
truce;where... |
jdpartosa
(2639) | Lost.
Found.
Lost like a ghost.
Finding but
losing most.
Letting go
without knowing how
Burning mem'ries
longed for until now.
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and the things is i want to know... |
jdpartosa
(2639) | There is a time—
however, not frequently in each day—
that I am neither happy nor sad.
In between breaths,
where my lungs lie suspended
unsure of whether to seize air or not,
a whisper tells me... |
dandelion1983
(110) | for me its like painting but only using pen and words as medium.once,i painted poetry on canvas.i like it.. |
rolcam
(12519) | I have received this haiku from MALTA.
Fire in the sky
Making shadows sweep and swerve
In my subconscious
The author:- tanja cilia.
Would you try and write one.
Please show your... |
rolcam
(12519) | SPELL CHECKER (author unknown, but hats off to them!)
Eye halve a spelling checker;
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marks four my revue,
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a... |
rolcam
(12519) | SPELL CHECKER (author unknown, but hats off to them!)
Eye halve a spelling checker;
It came with my pea sea.
It plainly marks four my revue,
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.
Eye strike a... |
rolcam
(12519) | THOSE DANCING DAYS ARE GONE by YEATS.
COME, let me sing into your ear;Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a... |
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