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Poem – Twin Gems
A girl journeys up a mountain, Alone. She follows a dream; Not a prophecy, a dream, A dream of hidden desires She doesn’t know why she’s doing this, But she climbs up the steep slope alone, Navigates...
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Poem – The Music
She locks it, pops it, Drops it low. Bumpin, Grindin, Rides it slow. The music breathes Through her pores, Effuses her senses, The club is her atmosphere. She locks it, pops it, Drops it low. Bumps it,...
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Poem – He
The laughter in his eyes Is precious, more priceless to me than An unending vat of liquid gold. His smile when he looks at me, And there’s a sparkle in his eyes - It is worth more to me than all the...
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Poem – Love and War
It all depends on perspective, There’s really no good or evil. The villain in my eyes is Probably the hero in hers. And her Boyfriend, whom I despise - Well, he still loves her and cares for Her,...
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Poem – Crystal Flame
She is my other half I am the fire And she is the light If I am heat, Then she is water. Only she can douse and Quench me If I am anger, She is calm, Peace, the incarnate Of serenity. Together, we...
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Poem – Creation
Soar upwards, Deeper and deeper into the skies. Jump around in the clouds, Jump from one to the next to the next. Go on, unfold your wings, Let your imagination lead you Into your fantasies. Lose...
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Poem – Cinderella
I wrote a poem, I wrote it halfway, And then I forgot to post it. So now it’s late, It’s past midnight, My coach has turned back Into a pumpkin; I’m a stranded Cinderella, Glass slippers intact, No...
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Poem – Birthday
Birthday cake, Candles, and Icing. Birthday frosting, Wishing and planning. Parties and such, Meeting up with friends, Birthdays are fun, But not all the time.
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Poem – End
And so ends A month of workmanship, Of unending toil, Of daily splendour. And so ends My very own Poetry Paradise.
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