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By Isaiah Wilmore7 years ago in Poets
I've been cleaning house lately, getting rid of things I don't need. The usual stuff: Blankets, Old clothes, Stuffed animals from years gone by,
By Audrey Wierenga7 years ago in Poets
Christmas is coming And what do I see?! A big black zippered bag, And inside is me! Santa has come, He’s brought tools
By Triple Decker Sandwich7 years ago in Poets
Some people need a hand to hold. An arm around them when they are feeling cold. But I am learning to be brave and bold.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
I am different than most people I know, I love the fall while others love summer, Rainy days over sunny days, Night over day,
By Karri Duperron7 years ago in Poets
(I) Writing Through Senses A poet is a being of many curiosities. He is a person who is filled with wondrous philosophies.
Yellow flowers on a train track, Somewhere in Germany - Graffiti on the side-streets. Dawn light seeps through the windows
By Dakota King7 years ago in Poets
On the way to work, I saw an interesting sight. Although it was clearly day, this image represented the night. Like the darkened voids I've come to know so well.