Category: Poetry
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From the hall of government…by G. Mramor
From now on the land is burnt
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The Black Man.
Brittney Bullock is a Boston University graduate with a Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy. Primary interests include politics, prose and poetry. http://politicalpoppies.wordpress.com How dare he try to be more than he was.More than a Jim Crow Law, a gutter word walking in the street,more than a color or an ignorant language,more than a sex drive,…
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Untitled – a Poem by D. Lee
for the unnamed I’m baffled by you, tiny monsoon. You come into my womb, and destroy me. Not a fight or a flaw, but a heartbeat I saw was all that it took to deploy me. Whose future was it I so lightly dismissed, when kissed, I let him enjoy me? Was it yours, little…
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To an unborn child…by G. Mramor
You will be a great explorer
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One loved…by G. Mramor
I. Where is your passion now, one loved?
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new message – poem by p chatelain
new message i had a dream that i went to your doorstep unannounced.
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Four Letter Word.
I took those stairs every day and used my imagination. they stretched up and over like an iron hilltop above pits of trash and fragile patches of grass, abandoned train tracks, the weathered graveled path in a silent part of New York City. What was I to do when this was the quickest way home…
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You are a hero…by G. Mramor
You are a hero
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Foreward.
If I were a painter, I would paint it in all its colorless glory, all its stillness. I would use the tiny space of my canvas and make it bigger somehow, draw the lines without boundaries, detail the faces in the abstract so only I could tell yours apart from mine- your face in a…
