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Prostituded Child — Ludy Bührs	Dwelling Bambi eyes exposed by neon lights with your slender girl’s physique adulterated in its...	13 views Rate it
Noose of boredom — GIDRAF MWANGI	A decrepit creature Slumped on the hard chair Gazing and staring At a vacant...	13 views Rate it
Faded graphite — zalhyen	I found this in some old notebook paper in my old room: ...	13 views Rate it
Mourning for Roger — Greg Lanier	Roger liked to play guitar, But he couldn’t play very well, So he hung around the few of us Who thought we could help. We...	13 views Rate it
Daughter — Dean Cunningham	Tiny little baby girl Smiling, singing, playing twirl She'd scamper and dash and I'd trail Till ribbons untie and tresses...	13 views Rate it
An Angel Sent — Bertha Morin	A pure little angel was sent to me Descending from heaven slid down to see The world was waiting to hear his cry I was right there standing...	13 views Rate it
A week in Pre-school — net4eva	MONDAY We defend our homemade castles made of anything and everything, creating moats full of crocodiles or man eating sharks -...	13 views Rate it
"The love we need to find" — wendy mitchell	The love we need to do the love we need to share with others Why do we fight in our lives because we hurt so much in our sweet soul as a child in our soul...	13 views Rate it
Unwanted and Unloved — Terri Powell	Good morning mommy; I'm hungry mommy, please feed me; Oops I'm sorry mommy, I didn't mean to tug that; Next time I won't, so you don't get sick again....	13 views Rate it
Cricket — Hakikur Rahman	Inside twenty-two yards Twenty-two players The game is very exciting It's been around the whole...	13 views Rate it
Last Goodbye — Elisha Smith	I'll never forget that day I was told you were gone I couldn't breathe, no words to say Fell to the floor, completely withdrawn Tears pouring down my...	13 views Rate it
Inspiration vs Admiration — Sadie Colucci	Inspiration comes from all sources It can be a person, place or thing It can be appreciating the sound of the rain Or the sound of the water flowing down...	13 views Rate it
My Pappy — Pappy	Pappy was my nickname for you, A lot of special times I treasure true. Putting your arm around me, you gave me a hug, Putting your hand out, when I did...	13 views Rate it
To be a Marian — Jacintha Bosco	Darlings of Marians! Awake,be awake! To shoulder the name, Never ceasing...	13 views Rate it
Life after Quarantine — Saanvi Bhalla	Life after quarantine is just like, Life of flowers, Some die some live Many are searching for vaccines, Trying...	13 views Rate it
Must Rest — Vladislav Martynovitch	Must Rest Laugh to the Finish Of Mysteries: Let them diminish, - Lyingly please!...	13 views Rate it
I Lost My Entity — Ehsan Sehgal	I remember my decision To leave the motherland My family begged to stop me My friends and lovers advised And requested me My parents explained With love...	13 views Rate it
My Baby Doll — Randy Johnson	You were without doubt the best dog I've ever had. your death has broken my heart and I'm very sad. When I named you Agnes, I named you after my late...	13 views Rate it
I Know How To Live — Ehsan Sehgal	I do not play tricks I do not use diplomacy I do not pretend To spoil The purity of love To damage The essence of affection I expect nothing I do not...	13 views Rate it
Down Among The Dead Men — William Morris	Come, comrades, come, your glasses clink; Up with your hands a health to drink, The health of all that workers be, In every land, on every sea. And he...	13 views Rate it
1827; Or, The Poet's Last Poem. — Thomas Gent	Ye Bards in all your thousand dens, Great souls with fewer pence than pens, Sublime adorers of Apollo, With folios full, and purses hollow; Whose very...	13 views Rate it
The Birth Of Saint Patrick — Samuel Lover	On the eighth day of March it was, some people say, That Saint Pathrick at midnight he first saw the day; While others declare 'twas the ninth he was...	13 views Rate it
A Ballad, Shewing How An Old Woman Rode Double, And Who Rode Before Her. — Robert Southey	The Raven croak'd as she sate at her meal, And the Old Woman knew what he said, And she grew pale at the Raven's tale, And sicken'd and went to her bed. ...	13 views Rate it
The Drunken Fisherman — Robert Lowell	Wallowing in this bloody sty, I cast for fish that pleased my eye (Truly Jehovah's bow suspends No pots of gold to weight its ends); Only the...	13 views Rate it
A Mother's Lament For An Only One — Margaret Dixon McDougall	(CLARISSA HARLOW) Seek not to calm my grief, To stay the falling tear; Have pity on me, ye my friends, The hand of God is here. She was my...	13 views Rate it