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The Sun Rising

Spillwords·May 31, 2020

The Sun Rising a poem by: John Donne Busy old fool, unruly sun, Why dost thou thus,...

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Sleep

Jill Sharon Kimmelman·March 23, 2020

Sleep written by: Jill Sharon Kimmelman This night i slept beautifully…deeply…oblivious to all no new poems were...

English Poetry

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Til Morning

Jean M Beebe·July 1, 2019

til morning written by: Jeanmbb @jmbsquared lookit some things just can’t wait til morning. i know, i...

English Poetry

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Planets

M. C. Rose·May 13, 2019

Planets written by: M.C. Rose He said We are not always broken I hear these words and...

Poetry English

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Sunrise

Cindy Medina·March 15, 2019

Sunrise written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 Orange star pierces sacred mist; Shinto sunrise atop Mount Fuji....

English Poetry

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Young

Antony King·September 12, 2018

Young written by: Antony King I woke to greet a morning sun, So bright… warm, and gold Giving...

Poetry English

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As Evening Draws Close…

LadyLily·May 2, 2017

As Evening Draws Close… written by: LadyLily @AFairymary As evening draws close… dove-grey clouds polish the sun...

English Poetry

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Sunniva

Marcus·April 12, 2017

Sunniva written by: Marcus The sun came out to greet the day— We inhaled its aroma of...

English Poetry

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NO ARDAS

ayamlearsi·January 15, 2017

NO ARDAS written by: ayamlearsi @ayamlearsi Sol despierta, llena los pulmones. Luna duerme aun entre tus rayos,...

Spanish Poetry

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Into The Sunrise

Robyn MacKinnon·December 9, 2016

Into the Sunrise found poetry written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat Long, long, LONG work week YOU ARE...

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Sunrise

Eric A. Lohman·May 28, 2016

Sunrise written by: Eric A. Lohman @ealcsw It’s five a.m. and I’m up to keep my yearly...

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THE WORLD IS NEW

Anne G·July 20, 2015

THE WORLD IS NEW Original Poetry by Anne G The world is new, the day reborn; inception, birth,...

Anne G English

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I remembered my proud beginnings. I had been in the showroom for three whole days. Brand spanking new. The spotlights bounced off my fire-engine red paint and chrome curves like newly blown glass from Murano. It felt like a summer dream: warm, glamorous, and entirely deserved. By day, people openly admired me. By night, they pressed their noses against the spotless glass, fogging it with desire. I thrived at it. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the salesmen, each morning, scowl and polish away the greasy fingerprints and nose prints left behind by my admirers. ...

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